第 3 节
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瞎说呗 更新:2024-01-24 16:00 字数:9322
lled; they at once return in allegiance to the common duty of all citizens; and hasten to denounce themselves; and value at an equal rate their just crime and their equally just submission to its punishment。
The evading of the police will not long satisfy an active conscience or a thoughtful head。 But to show you how one or the other may trouble a man; and what a vast extent of frontier is left unridden by this invaluable eighth commandment; let me tell you a few pages out of a young man's life。
He was a friend of mine; a young man like others; generous; flighty; as variable as youth itself; but always with some high motions and on the search for higher thoughts of life。 I should tell you at once that he thoroughly agrees with the eighth commandment。 But he got hold of some unsettling works; the New Testament among others; and this loosened his views of life and led him into many perplexities。 As he was the son of a man in a certain position; and well off; my friend had enjoyed from the first the advantages of education; nay; he had been kept alive through a sickly childhood by constant watchfulness; comforts; and change of air; for all of which he was indebted to his father's wealth。
At college he met other lads more diligent than himself; who followed the plough in summer…time to pay their college fees in winter; and this inequality struck him with some force。 He was at that age of a conversible temper; and insatiably curious in the aspects of life; and he spent much of his time scraping acquaintance with all classes of man… and woman… kind。 In this way he came upon many depressed ambitions; and many intelligences stunted for want of opportunity; and this also struck him。 He began to perceive that life was a handicap upon strange; wrong…sided principles; and not; as he had been told; a fair and equal race。 He began to tremble that he himself had been unjustly favoured; when he saw all the avenues of wealth; and power; and comfort closed against so many of his superiors and equals; and held unwearyingly open before so idle; so desultory; and so dissolute a being as himself。 There sat a youth beside him on the college benches; who had only one shirt to his back; and; at intervals sufficiently far apart; must stay at home to have it washed。 It was my friend's principle to stay away as often as he dared; for I fear he was no friend to learning。 But there was something that came home to him sharply; in this fellow who had to give over study till his shirt was washed; and the scores of others who had never an opportunity at all。 IF ONE OF THESE COULD TAKE HIS PLACE; he thought; and the thought tore away a bandage from his eyes。 He was eaten by the shame of his discoveries; and despised himself as an unworthy favourite and a creature of the back…stairs of Fortune。 He could no longer see without confusion one of these brave young fellows battling up…hill against adversity。 Had he not filched that fellow's birthright? At best was he not coldly profiting by the injustice of society; and greedily devouring stolen goods? The money; indeed; belonged to his father; who had worked; and thought; and given up his liberty to earn it; but by what justice could the money belong to my friend; who had; as yet; done nothing but help to squander it? A more sturdy honesty; joined to a more even and impartial temperament; would have drawn from these considerations a new force of industry; that this equivocal position might be brought as swiftly as possible to an end; and some good services to mankind justify the appropriation of expense。 It was not so with my friend; who was only unsettled and discouraged; and filled full of that trumpeting anger with which young men regard injustices in the first blush of youth; although in a few years they will tamely acquiesce in their existence; and knowingly profit by their complications。 Yet all this while he suffered many indignant pangs。 And once; when he put on his boots; like any other unripe donkey; to run away from home; it was his best consolation that he was now; at a single plunge; to free himself from the responsibility of this wealth that was not his; and do battle equally against his fellows in the warfare of life。
Some time after this; falling into ill…health; he was sent at great expense to a more favourable climate; and then I think his perplexities were thickest。 When he thought of all the other young men of singular promise; upright; good; the prop of families; who must remain at home to die; and with all their possibilities be lost to life and mankind; and how he; by one more unmerited favour; was chosen out from all these others to survive; he felt as if there were no life; no labour; no devotion of soul and body; that could repay and justify these partialities。 A religious lady; to whom he communicated these reflections; could see no force in them whatever。 'It was God's will;' said she。 But he knew it was by God's will that Joan of Arc was burnt at Rouen; which cleared neither Bedford nor Bishop Cauchon; and again; by God's will that Christ was crucified outside Jerusalem; which excused neither the rancour of the priests nor the timidity of Pilate。 He knew; moreover; that although the possibility of this favour he was now enjoying issued from his circumstances; its acceptance was the act of his own will; and he had accepted it greedily; longing for rest and sunshine。 And hence this allegation of God's providence did little to relieve his scruples。 I promise you he had a very troubled mind。 And I would not laugh if I were you; though while he was thus making mountains out of what you think molehills; he were still (as perhaps he was) contentedly practising many other things that to you seem black as hell。 Every man is his own judge and mountain…guide through life。 There is an old story of a mote and a beam; apparently not true; but worthy perhaps of some consideration。 I should; if I were you; give some consideration to these scruples of his; and if I were he; I should do the like by yours; for it is not unlikely that there may be something under both。 In the meantime you must hear how my friend acted。 Like many invalids; he supposed that he would die。 Now; should he die; he saw no means of repaying this huge loan which; by the hands of his father; mankind had advanced him for his sickness。 In that case it would be lost money。 So he determined that the advance should be as small as possible; and; so long as he continued to doubt his recovery; lived in an upper room; and grudged himself all but necessaries。 But so soon as he began to perceive a change for the better; he felt justified in spending more freely; to speed and brighten his return to health; and trusted in the future to lend a help to mankind; as mankind; out of its treasury; had lent a help to him。
I do not say but that my friend was a little too curious and partial in his view; nor thought too much of himself and too little of his parents; but I do say that here are some scruples which tormented my friend in his youth; and still; perhaps; at odd times give him a prick in the midst of his enjoyments; and which after all have some foundation in justice; and point; in their confused way; to some more honourable honesty within the reach of man。 And at least; is not this an unusual gloss upon the eighth commandment? And what sort of comfort; guidance; or illumination did that precept afford my friend throughout these contentions? 'Thou shalt not steal。' With all my heart! But AM I stealing?
The truly quaint materialism of our view of life disables us from pursuing any transaction to an end。 You can make no one understand that his bargain is anything more than a bargain; whereas in point of fact it is a link in the policy of mankind; and either a good or an evil to the world。 We have a sort of blindness which prevents us from seeing anything but sovereigns。 If one man agrees to give another so many shillings for so many hours' work; and then wilfully gives him a certain proportion of the price in bad money and only the remainder in good; we can see with half an eye that this man is a thief。 But if the other spends a certain proportion of the hours in smoking a pipe of tobacco; and a certain other proportion in looking at the sky; or the clock; or trying to recall an air; or in meditation on his own past adventures; and only the remainder in downright work such as he is paid to do; is he; because the theft is one of time and not of money; … is he any the less a thief? The one gave a bad shilling; the other an imperfect hour; but both broke the bargain; and each is a thief。 In piecework; which is what most of us do; the case is none the less plain for being even less material。 If you forge a bad knife; you have wasted some of mankind's iron; and then; with unrivalled cynicism; you pocket some of mankind's money for your trouble。 Is there any man so blind who cannot see that this is theft? Again; if you carelessly cultivate a farm; you have been playing fast and loose with mankind's resources against hunger; there will be less bread i