corporate bodies have no soul.

corporate bodies are more corrupt and profligate than individuals, because they have more power to do mischief, and are less amenable to disgrace or punishment. they feel neither shame, remorse, gratitude, nor goodwill. the principle of private or natural conscience is extinguished in each individual (we have no moral sense in the breasts of others), and nothing is considered but how the united efforts of the whole (released from idle scruples) may be best directed to the obtaining of political advantages and privileges to be shared as common spoil. each member reaps the benefit, and lays the blame, if there is any, upon the rest. the esprit de corps becomes the ruling passion of every corporate body, compared with which the motives of delicacy or decorum towards others are looked upon as being both impertinent and improper. if any person sets up a plea of this sort in opposition to the rest, he is overruled, he gets ill-blood, and does no good: he is regarded as an interloper, a black sheep in the flock, and is either sent to coventry or obliged to acquiesce in the notions and wishes of those he associates and is expected to cooperate with. the refinements of private judgment are referred to and negatived in a committee of the whole body, while the projects and interests of the corporation meet with a secret but powerful support in the self-love of the different members. remonstrance, opposition, is fruitless, troublesome, invidious; it answers no one end; and a conformity to the sense of the company is found to be no less necessary to a reputation for good-fellowship than to a quiet life. self-love and social here look like the same; and in consulting the interests of a particular class, which are also your own, there is even a show of public virtue. he who is a captious, impracticable, dissatisfied member of his little club or coterie is immediately set down as a bad member of the community in general, as no friend to regularity and order, as ‘a pestilent fellow,’ and one who is incapable of sympathy, attachment, or cordial cooperation in any department or undertaking. thus the most refractory novice in such matters becomes weaned from his obligations to the larger society, which only breed him inconvenience without any adequate recompense, and wedded to a nearer and dearer one, where he finds every kind of comfort and consolation. he contracts the vague and unmeaning character of man into the more emphatic title of freeman and alderman. the claims of an undefined humanity sit looser and looser upon him, at the same time that he draws the bands of his new engagements closer and tighter about him. he loses sight, by degrees, of all common sense and feeling in the petty squabbles, intrigues, feuds, and airs of affected importance to which he has made himself an accessory. he is quite an altered man. ‘really the society were under considerable obligations to him in that last business’; that is to say, in some paltry job or underhand attempt to encroach upon the rights or dictate to the understandings of the neighbourhood. in the meantime they eat, drink, and carouse together. they wash down all minor animosities and unavoidable differences of opinion in pint bumpers; and the complaints of the multitude are lost in the clatter of plates and the roaring of loyal catches at every quarter’s meeting or mayor’s feast. the town-hall reels with an unwieldy sense of self-importance; ‘the very stones prate’ of processions; the common pump creaks in concert with the uncorking of bottles and tapping of beer-barrels: the market-cross looks big with authority. everything has an ambiguous, upstart, repulsive air. circle within circle is formed, an imperium in imperio: and the business is to exclude from the first circle all the notions, opinions, ideas, interests, and pretensions of the second. hence there arises not only an antipathy to common sense and decency in those things where there is a real opposition of interest or clashing of prejudice, but it becomes a habit and a favourite amusement in those who are ‘dressed in a little brief authority,’ to thwart, annoy, insult, and harass others on all occasions where the least opportunity or pretext for it occurs. spite, bickerings, back-biting, insinuations, lies, jealousies, nicknames are the order of the day, and nobody knows what it’s all about. one would think that the mayor, aldermen, and liverymen were a higher and more select species of animals than their townsmen; though there is no difference whatever but in their gowns and staff of office! this is the essence of the esprit de corps. it is certainly not a very delectable source of contemplation or subject to treat of.

public bodies are so far worse than the individuals composing them, because the official takes place of the moral sense. the nerves that in themselves were soft and pliable enough, and responded naturally to the touch of pity, when fastened into a machine of that sort become callous and rigid, and throw off every extraneous application that can be made to them with perfect apathy. an appeal is made to the ties of individual friendship: the body in general know nothing of them. a case has occurred which strongly called forth the compassion of the person who was witness of it; but the body (or any special deputation of them) were not present when it happened. these little weaknesses and ‘compunctious visitings of nature’ are effectually guarded against, indeed, by the very rules and regulations of the society, as well as by its spirit. the individual is the creature of his feelings of all sorts, the sport of his vices and his virtues — like the fool in shakespear, ‘motley’s his proper wear’:— corporate bodies are dressed in a moral uniform; mixed motives do not operate there, frailty is made into a system, ‘diseases are turned into commodities.’ only so much of any one’s natural or genuine impulses can influence him in his artificial capacity as formally comes home to the aggregate conscience of those with whom he acts, or bears upon the interests (real or pretended), the importance, respectability, and professed objects of the society. beyond that point the nerve is bound up, the conscience is seared, and the torpedo-touch of so much inert matter operates to deaden the best feelings and harden the heart. laughter and tears are said to be the characteristic signs of humanity. laughter is common enough in such places as a set-off to the mock-gravity; but who ever saw a public body in tears? nothing but a job or some knavery can keep them serious for ten minutes together.80

such are the qualifications and the apprenticeship necessary to make a man tolerated, to enable him to pass as a cypher, or be admitted as a mere numerical unit, in any corporate body: to be a leader and dictator he must be diplomatic in impertinence, and officious in every dirty work. he must not merely conform to established prejudices; he must flatter them. he must not merely be insensible to the demands of moderation and equity; he must be loud against them. he must not simply fall in with all sorts of contemptible cabals and intrigues; he must be indefatigable in fomenting them, and setting everybody together by the ears. he must not only repeat, but invent lies. he must make speeches and write handbills; he must be devoted to the wishes and objects of the society, its creature, its jackal, its busybody, its mouthpiece, its prompter; he must deal in law cases, in demurrers, in charters, in traditions, in common-places, in logic and rhetoric — in everything but common sense and honesty. he must (in mr. burke’s phrase) ‘disembowel himself of his natural entrails, and be stuffed with paltry, blurred sheets of parchment about the rights’ of the privileged few. he must be a concentrated essence, a varnished, powdered representative of the vices, absurdities, hypocrisy, jealousy, pride, and pragmaticalness of his party. such a one, by bustle and self-importance and puffing, by flattering one to his face and abusing another behind his back, by lending himself to the weaknesses of some, and pampering the mischievous propensities of others, will pass for a great man in a little society.

age does not improve the morality of public bodies. they grow more and more tenacious of their idle privileges and senseless self-consequence. they get weak and obstinate at the same time. those who belong to them have all the upstart pride and pettifogging spirit of their present character ingrafted on the venerableness and superstitious sanctity of ancient institutions. they are naturally at issue, first with their neighbours, and next with their contemporaries, on all matters of common propriety and judgment. they become more attached to forms, the more obsolete they are; and the defence of every absurd and invidious distinction is a debt which (by implication) they owe to the dead as well as the living. what might once have been of serious practical utility they turn to farce, by retaining the letter when the spirit is gone: and they do this the more, the more glaring the inconsistency and want of sound reasoning; for they think they thus give proof of their zeal and attachment to the abstract principle on which old establishments exist, the ground of prescription and authority. the greater the wrong, the greater the right, in all such cases. the esprit de corps does not take much merit to itself for upholding what is justifiable in any system, or the proceedings of any party, but for adhering to what is palpably injurious. you may exact the first from an enemy: the last is the province of a friend. it has been made a subject of complaint, that the champions of the church, for example, who are advanced to dignities and honours, are hardly ever those who defend the common principles of christianity, but those who volunteer to man the out-works, and set up ingenious excuses for the questionable points, the ticklish places in the established form of worship, that is, for those which are attacked from without, and are supposed in danger of being undermined by stratagem, or carried by assault!

the great resorts and seats of learning often outlive in this way the intention of the founders as the world outgrows them. they may be said to resemble antiquated coquettes of the last age, who think everything ridiculous and intolerable but what was in fashion when they were young, and yet are standing proofs of the progress of taste and the vanity of human pretensions. our universities are, in a great measure, become cisterns to hold, not conduits to disperse knowledge. the age has the start of them; that is, other sources of knowledge have been opened since their formation, to which the world have had access, and have drunk plentifully at those living fountains, but from which they are debarred by the tenor of their charter, and as a matter of dignity and privilege. they have grown poor, like the old grandees in some countries, by subsisting on the inheritance of learning, while the people have grown rich by trade. they are too much in the nature of fixtures in intellect: they stop the way in the road to truth; or at any rate (for they do not themselves advance) they can only be of service as a check-weight on the too hasty and rapid career of innovation. all that has been invented or thought in the last two hundred years they take no cognizance of, or as little as possible; they are above it; they stand upon the ancient landmarks, and will not budge; whatever was not known when they were first endowed, they are still in profound and lofty ignorance of. yet in that period how much has been done in literature, arts, and science, of which (with the exception of mathematical knowledge, the hardest to gainsay or subject to the trammels of prejudice and barbarous ipse dixits) scarce any trace is to be found in the authentic modes of study and legitimate inquiry which prevail at either of our universities! the unavoidable aim of all corporate bodies of learning is not to grow wise, or teach others wisdom, but to prevent any one else from being or seeming wiser than themselves; in other words, their infallible tendency is in the end to suppress inquiry and darken knowledge, by setting limits to the mind of man, and saying to his proud spirit, hitherto shalt thou come, and no farther! it would not be an unedifying experiment to make a collection of the titles of works published in the course of the year by members of the universities. if any attempt is to be made to patch up an idle system in policy or legislation, or church government, it is by a member of the university: if any hashed-up speculation on an old exploded argument is to be brought forward ‘in spite of shame, in erring reason’s spite,’ it is by a member of the university: if a paltry project is ushered into the world for combining ancient prejudices with modern time-serving, it is by a member of the university. thus we get at a stated supply of the annual defences of the sinking fund, thoughts on the evils of education, treatises on predestination, and eulogies on mr. malthus, all from the same source, and through the same vent. if they came from any other quarter nobody would look at them; but they have an imprimatur from dulness and authority: we know that there is no offence in them; and they are stuck in the shop windows, and read (in the intervals of lord byron’s works, or the scotch novels) in cathedral towns and close boroughs!

it is, i understand and believe, pretty much the same in more modern institutions for the encouragement of the fine arts. the end is lost in the means: rules take place of nature and genius; cabal and bustle, and struggle for rank and precedence, supersede the study and the love of art. a royal academy is a kind of hospital and infirmary for the obliquities of taste and ingenuity — a receptacle where enthusiasm and originality stop and stagnate, and spread their influence no farther, instead of being a school founded for genius, or a temple built to fame. the generality of those who wriggle, or fawn, or beg their way to a seat there, live on their certificate of merit to a good old age, and are seldom heard of afterwards. if a man of sterling capacity gets among them, and minds his own business he is nobody; he makes no figure in council, in voting, in resolutions or speeches. if he comes forward with plans and views for the good of the academy and the advancement of art, he is immediately set upon as a visionary, a fanatic, with notions hostile to the interest and credit of the existing members of the society. if he directs the ambition of the scholars to the study of history, this strikes at once at the emoluments of the profession, who are most of them (by god’s will) portrait painters. if he eulogises the antique, and speaks highly of the old masters, he is supposed to be actuated by envy to living painters and native talent. if, again, he insists on a knowledge of anatomy as essential to correct drawing, this would seem to imply a want of it in our most eminent designers. every plan, suggestion, argument, that has the general purposes and principles of art for its object, is thwarted, scouted, ridiculed, slandered, as having a malignant aspect towards the profits and pretensions of the great mass of flourishing and respectable artists in the country. this leads to irritation and ill-will on all sides. the obstinacy of the constituted authorities keeps pace with the violence and extravagance opposed to it; and they lay all the blame on the folly and mistakes they have themselves occasioned or increased. it is considered as a personal quarrel, not a public question; by which means the dignity of the body is implicated in resenting the slips and inadvertencies of its members, not in promoting their common and declared objects. in this sort of wretched tracasserie the barrys and h——s stand no chance with the catons, the tubbs, and f——s. sir joshua even was obliged to hold himself aloof from them, and fuseli passes as a kind of nondescript, or one of his own grotesques. the air of an academy, in short, is not the air of genius and immortality; it is too close and heated, and impregnated with the notions of the common sort. a man steeped in a corrupt atmosphere of this description is no longer open to the genial impulses of nature and truth, nor sees visions of ideal beauty, nor dreams of antique grace and grandeur, nor has the finest works of art continually hovering and floating through his uplifted fancy; but the images that haunt it are rules of the academy, charters, inaugural speeches, resolutions passed or rescinded, cards of invitation to a council-meeting, or the annual dinner, prize medals, and the king’s diploma, constituting him a gentleman and esquire. he ‘wipes out all trivial, fond records’; all romantic aspirations; ‘the raphael grace, the guido air’; and the commands of the academy alone ‘must live within the book and volume of his brain, unmixed with baser matter.’ it may be doubted whether any work of lasting reputation and universal interest can spring up in this soil, or ever has done in that of any academy. the last question is a matter of fact and history, not of mere opinion or prejudice; and may be ascertained as such accordingly. the mighty names of former times rose before the existence of academies; and the three greatest painters, undoubtedly, that this country has produced, reynolds, wilson, and hogarth, were not ‘dandled and swaddled’ into artists in any institution for the fine arts. i do not apprehend that the names of chantrey or wilkie (great as one, and considerable as the other of them is) can be made use of in any way to impugn the jet of this argument. we may find a considerable improvement in some of our artists, when they get out of the vortex for a time. sir thomas lawrence is all the better for having been abstracted for a year or two from somerset house; and mr. dawe, they say, has been doing wonders in the north. when will he return, and once more ‘bid britannia rival greece’?

mr. canning somewhere lays it down as a rule, that corporate bodies are necessarily correct and pure in their conduct, from the knowledge which the individuals composing them have of one another, and the jealous vigilance they exercise over each other’s motives and characters; whereas people collected into mobs are disorderly and unprincipled from being utterly unknown and unaccountable to each other. this is a curious pass of wit. i differ with him in both parts of the dilemma. to begin with the first, and to handle it somewhat cavalierly, according to the model before us; we know, for instance, there is said to be honour among thieves, but very little honesty towards others. their honour consists in the division of the booty, not in the mode of acquiring it: they do not (often) betray one another, but they will waylay a stranger, or knock out a traveller’s brains: they may be depended on in giving the alarm when any of their posts are in danger of being surprised; and they will stand together for their ill-gotten gains to the last drop of their blood. yet they form a distinct society, and are strictly responsible for their behaviour to one another and to their leader. they are not a mob, but a gang, completely in one another’s power and secrets. their familiarity, however, with the proceedings of the corps does not lead them to expect or to exact from it a very high standard of moral honesty; that is out of the question; but they are sure to gain the good opinion of their fellows by committing all sorts of depredations, fraud, and violence against the community at large. so (not to speak it profanely) some of mr. croker’s friends may be very respectable people in their way —‘all honourable men’— but their respectability is confined within party limits; every one does not sympathise in the integrity of their views; the understanding between them and the public is not well defined or reciprocal. or, suppose a gang of pickpockets hustle a passenger in the street, and the mob set upon them, and proceed to execute summary justice upon such as they can lay hands on, am i to conclude that the rogues are in the right, because theirs is a system of well-organised knavery, which they settled in the morning, with their eyes one upon the other, and which they regularly review at night, with a due estimate of each other’s motives, character, and conduct in the business; and that the honest men are in the wrong, because they are a casual collection of unprejudiced, disinterested individuals, taken at a venture from the mass of the people, acting without concert or responsibility, on the spur of the occasion, and giving way to their instantaneous impulses and honest anger? mobs, in fact, then, are almost always right in their feelings, and often in their judgments, on this very account — that being utterly unknown to and disconnected with each other, they have no point of union or principle of cooperation between them, but the natural sense of justice recognised by all persons in common. they appeal, at the first meeting, not to certain symbols and watchwords privately agreed upon, like freemasons, but to the maxims and instincts proper to all the world. they have no other clue to guide them to their object but either the dictates of the heart or the universally understood sentiments of society, neither of which are likely to be in the wrong. the flame which bursts out and blazes from popular sympathy is made of honest but homely materials. it is not kindled by sparks of wit or sophistry, nor damped by the cold calculations of self-interest. the multitude may be wantonly set on by others, as is too often the case, or be carried too far in the impulse of rage and disappointment; but their resentment, when they are left to themselves, is almost uniformly, in the first instance, excited by some evident abuse and wrong; and the excesses into which they run arise from that very want of foresight and regular system which is a pledge of the uprightness and heartiness of their intentions. in short, the only class of persons to sinister and corrupt motives is not applicable is that body of individuals which usually goes by the name of the people!