the man with the traveling-cap evinces much humanity, and in a way which would seem to show him to be one of the most logical of optimists.
years ago, a grave american savant, being in london, observed at an evening party there, a certain coxcombical fellow, as he thought, an absurd ribbon in his lapel, and full of smart persiflage, whisking about to the admiration of as many as were disposed to admire. great was the savan's disdain; but, chancing ere long to find himself in a corner with the jackanapes, got into conversation with him, when he was somewhat ill-prepared for the good sense of the jackanapes, but was altogether thrown aback, upon subsequently being whispered by a friend that the jackanapes was almost as great a savan as himself, being no less a personage than sir humphrey davy.
the above anecdote is given just here by way of an anticipative reminder to such readers as, from the kind of jaunty levity, or what may have passed for such, hitherto for the most part appearing in the man with the traveling-cap, may have been tempted into a more or less hasty estimate of him; that such readers, when [96] they find the same person, as they presently will, capable of philosophic and humanitarian discourse—no mere casual sentence or two as heretofore at times, but solidly sustained throughout an almost entire sitting; that they may not, like the american savan, be thereupon betrayed into any surprise incompatible with their own good opinion of their previous penetration.
the merchant's narration being ended, the other would not deny but that it did in some degree affect him. he hoped he was not without proper feeling for the unfortunate man. but he begged to know in what spirit he bore his alleged calamities. did he despond or have confidence?
the merchant did not, perhaps, take the exact import of the last member of the question; but answered, that, if whether the unfortunate man was becomingly resigned under his affliction or no, was the point, he could say for him that resigned he was, and to an exemplary degree: for not only, so far as known, did he refrain from any one-sided reflections upon human goodness and human justice, but there was observable in him an air of chastened reliance, and at times tempered cheerfulness.
upon which the other observed, that since the unfortunate man's alleged experience could not be deemed very conciliatory towards a view of human nature better than human nature was, it largely redounded to his fair-mindedness, as well as piety, that under the alleged dissuasives, apparently so, from philanthropy, he had not, in a moment of excitement, been warped over to the ranks of the misanthropes. he doubted not, also, [97] that with such a man his experience would, in the end, act by a complete and beneficent inversion, and so far from shaking his confidence in his kind, confirm it, and rivet it. which would the more surely be the case, did he (the unfortunate man) at last become satisfied (as sooner or later he probably would be) that in the distraction of his mind his goneril had not in all respects had fair play. at all events, the description of the lady, charity could not but regard as more or less exaggerated, and so far unjust. the truth probably was that she was a wife with some blemishes mixed with some beauties. but when the blemishes were displayed, her husband, no adept in the female nature, had tried to use reason with her, instead of something far more persuasive. hence his failure to convince and convert. the act of withdrawing from her, seemed, under the circumstances, abrupt. in brief, there were probably small faults on both sides, more than balanced by large virtues; and one should not be hasty in judging.
when the merchant, strange to say, opposed views so calm and impartial, and again, with some warmth, deplored the case of the unfortunate man, his companion, not without seriousness, checked him, saying, that this would never do; that, though but in the most exceptional case, to admit the existence of unmerited misery, more particularly if alleged to have been brought about by unhindered arts of the wicked, such an admission was, to say the least, not prudent; since, with some, it might unfavorably bias their most important persuasions. not that those persuasions were legitimately servile to such [98] influences. because, since the common occurrences of life could never, in the nature of things, steadily look one way and tell one story, as flags in the trade-wind; hence, if the conviction of a providence, for instance, were in any way made dependent upon such variabilities as everyday events, the degree of that conviction would, in thinking minds, be subject to fluctuations akin to those of the stock-exchange during a long and uncertain war. here he glanced aside at his transfer-book, and after a moment's pause continued. it was of the essence of a right conviction of the divine nature, as with a right conviction of the human, that, based less on experience than intuition, it rose above the zones of weather.
when now the merchant, with all his heart, coincided with this (as being a sensible, as well as religious person, he could not but do), his companion expressed satisfaction, that, in an age of some distrust on such subjects, he could yet meet with one who shared with him, almost to the full, so sound and sublime a confidence.
still, he was far from the illiberality of denying that philosophy duly bounded was not permissible. only he deemed it at least desirable that, when such a case as that alleged of the unfortunate man was made the subject of philosophic discussion, it should be so philosophized upon, as not to afford handles to those unblessed with the true light. for, but to grant that there was so much as a mystery about such a case, might by those persons be held for a tacit surrender of the question. and as for the apparent license temporarily permitted sometimes, to the bad over the good (as was by implication [99] alleged with regard to goneril and the unfortunate man), it might be injudicious there to lay too much polemic stress upon the doctrine of future retribution as the vindication of present impunity. for though, indeed, to the right-minded that doctrine was true, and of sufficient solace, yet with the perverse the polemic mention of it might but provoke the shallow, though mischievous conceit, that such a doctrine was but tantamount to the one which should affirm that providence was not now, but was going to be. in short, with all sorts of cavilers, it was best, both for them and everybody, that whoever had the true light should stick behind the secure malakoff of confidence, nor be tempted forth to hazardous skirmishes on the open ground of reason. therefore, he deemed it unadvisable in the good man, even in the privacy of his own mind, or in communion with a congenial one, to indulge in too much latitude of philosophizing, or, indeed, of compassionating, since this might, beget an indiscreet habit of thinking and feeling which might unexpectedly betray him upon unsuitable occasions. indeed, whether in private or public, there was nothing which a good man was more bound to guard himself against than, on some topics, the emotional unreserve of his natural heart; for, that the natural heart, in certain points, was not what it might be, men had been authoritatively admonished.
but he thought he might be getting dry.
the merchant, in his good-nature, thought otherwise, and said that he would be glad to refresh himself with such fruit all day. it was sitting under a ripe pulpit, [100] and better such a seat than under a ripe peach-tree.
the other was pleased to find that he had not, as he feared, been prosing; but would rather not be considered in the formal light of a preacher; he preferred being still received in that of the equal and genial companion. to which end, throwing still more of sociability into his manner, he again reverted to the unfortunate man. take the very worst view of that case; admit that his goneril was, indeed, a goneril; how fortunate to be at last rid of this goneril, both by nature and by law? if he were acquainted with the unfortunate man, instead of condoling with him, he would congratulate him. great good fortune had this unfortunate man. lucky dog, he dared say, after all.
to which the merchant replied, that he earnestly hoped it might be so, and at any rate he tried his best to comfort himself with the persuasion that, if the unfortunate man was not happy in this world, he would, at least, be so in another.
his companion made no question of the unfortunate man's happiness in both worlds; and, presently calling for some champagne, invited the merchant to partake, upon the playful plea that, whatever notions other than felicitous ones he might associate with the unfortunate man, a little champagne would readily bubble away.
at intervals they slowly quaffed several glasses in silence and thoughtfulness. at last the merchant's expressive face flushed, his eye moistly beamed, his lips trembled with an imaginative and feminine sensibility. [101] without sending a single fume to his head, the wine seemed to shoot to his heart, and begin soothsaying there. "ah," he cried, pushing his glass from him, "ah, wine is good, and confidence is good; but can wine or confidence percolate down through all the stony strata of hard considerations, and drop warmly and ruddily into the cold cave of truth? truth will not be comforted. led by dear charity, lured by sweet hope, fond fancy essays this feat; but in vain; mere dreams and ideals, they explode in your hand, leaving naught but the scorching behind!"
"why, why, why!" in amaze, at the burst: "bless me, if in vino veritas be a true saying, then, for all the fine confidence you professed with me, just now, distrust, deep distrust, underlies it; and ten thousand strong, like the irish rebellion, breaks out in you now. that wine, good wine, should do it! upon my soul," half seriously, half humorously, securing the bottle, "you shall drink no more of it. wine was meant to gladden the heart, not grieve it; to heighten confidence, not depress it."
sobered, shamed, all but confounded, by this raillery, the most telling rebuke under such circumstances, the merchant stared about him, and then, with altered mien, stammeringly confessed, that he was almost as much surprised as his companion, at what had escaped him. he did not understand it; was quite at a loss to account for such a rhapsody popping out of him unbidden. it could hardly be the champagne; he felt his brain unaffected; in fact, if anything, the wine had acted upon [102] it something like white of egg in coffee, clarifying and brightening.
"brightening? brightening it may be, but less like the white of egg in coffee, than like stove-lustre on a stove—black, brightening seriously, i repent calling for the champagne. to a temperament like yours, champagne is not to be recommended. pray, my dear sir, do you feel quite yourself again? confidence restored?"
"i hope so; i think i may say it is so. but we have had a long talk, and i think i must retire now."
so saying, the merchant rose, and making his adieus, left the table with the air of one, mortified at having been tempted by his own honest goodness, accidentally stimulated into making mad disclosures—to himself as to another—of the queer, unaccountable caprices of his natural heart.
