Ex Libris C. K. OGDEN WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. WILLIAM MATHEWS, LL.D., AUTHOR OP "GETTING ON IN THE WORLD," AND "THE GREAT CONVERSERS, AND OTHER ESSAYS." Die Sprache ist nichts anderes als der in die Erscheinung tretende Gedanke and beide sind innerlich nur eins und dasselbe. BECKER. FOURTH THOUSAND. CHICAGO: S. C. GRIGGS AND COMPANY. 1876. COPYRIGHT, 1876, BY S. C. QRIGGS AND COMPANY. KM'iHT & LEONARD, PRINTERS, CHICAGO. Electrotjptd by A. ZEESE i CO., Stack Anne* TO MARTIN B. ANDERSON, LL.D. PRESIDENT OF THE UNIVERSITY OF KOCUESTEK, THIS WORK IS INSCRIBED WITH THE SINCERE REGARDS OF THE AUTHOR. Words are lighter than the cloud foam Of the restless ocean spray; Vainer than the trembling shadow That the next hour steals away; By the fall of summer rain-drops Is the air as deeply stirred; And the rose leaf that we tread on Will outlive a word. Yet on the dull silence breaking With a lightning flash, a word, Bearing endless desolation On its blighting wings, I heard. Earth can forge no keener weapon, Dealing surer death and pain, And the cruel echo answered Through long years again. I have known one word hang star-like O'er a dreary waste of years, And it only shone the brighter Looked at through a mist of tears, While a weary wanderer gathered Hope and heart on life's dark way, By its faithful promise shining Clearer day by day. I have known a spirit calmer Then the calmest lake, and clear As the heavens that gazed upon it, With no wave of hope or fear; But a storm had swept across it, And its deepest depths were stirred, Never, never more to slumber, Only by a word. ADELAIDE A. PROCTER. Language and thought are inseparable. Words without thought are dead sounds; thoughts without words are nothing. To think is to speak low; to speak is to think aloud. The word is the thought incarnate. MAX MUL.LER. A winged word hath struck ineradically in a million hearts, and enven- omed every hour throughout their hard pulsation. On a winged word hath hung the destiny of nations. On a winged word hath human wisdom been willing to cast the immortal soul, and to leave it dependent for all its future happiness. W. S. LANDOR. Words are things; and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousand, perhaps millions, think. BYRON. A dead language is full of all monumental remembrances of the people who spoke it. Their swords and their shields are in it; their faces are pic- tured on its walls; and their very voices ring still through its recesses. B. W. DWIGHT. Every sentence of the great writer is like an autograph. . . If Milton had endorsed a bill of exchange with half-a-dozen blank verse lines, it would be as good as his name, and would be accepted as good evidence in court. ALEX- ANDER SMITH. If there be a human talent, let it get into the tongue, and make melody with that organ. The talent that can say nothing for itself, what is it? Noth- ing; or a thing that can do mere drudgeries, and at best make money by railways. CARLTLE. Human language may be polite and powerless in itself, uplifted with diffi- culty into expression by the high thoughts it utters, or it may in itself be- come so saturated with warm life and delicious association that every sentence shall palpitate and thrill with the mere fascination of the syllables. T. W. HlGGINSON. Six little words do claim me every day, Shall, must and can, with will and ought and may. SHALL is the law within inscribed by heaven, The goal to which I by myself am driven. MUST is the bound not to be overpast, Where by the world and nature I'm held fast. CAN is the measure of my personal dower Of deed and art, science and practised power. WILL is my noblest crown, my brightest, best, Freedom's my own seal upon my soul imprest; OUGHT the inscription on the seal set fair On Freedom's open door, a bolt 'tis there. And lastly, MAT, 'mong many courses mixed, The vaguely possible by the moment fixed. SHALL, MUST and CAN, with WILL and OUGHT and MAT, These are the six that claim me every day. Only when God doth teach, do I know what each day, I shall, I must, I can, I will, I ought, I may. Translated from the German for the N. Y. School Journal. PREFACE. origin of this book is as follows: Some -L twenty years ago, the author, having considera- ble leisure, wrote a lecture on "Words, their Sig- nificance, Use and Abuse," which he delivered before a number of Literary Societies and Lecture Associa- tions. Being very much interested in the subject, he continued from time to time to make notes of his thoughts and readings upon it, till at length the lecture grew into a volume. The author is well aware that in his criticisms on the misuses and abuses of words, he has exposed him- self to criticism ; and it may be that he has been guilty of some of the very sins which he has condemned. If so, he sins in good company, since nearly all of his predecessors, who have written on the same theme, have been found guilty of a similar inconsistency, from Lindley Murray down to Dean Alford, Moon, Marsh, and Fowler. If the public is to hear no philological sermons till the preachers are faultless, it will have to wait forever. " The only impeccable authors," says Hazlitt, "are those that never wrote." Any just, well-meant criticism, however severe, the author will 8 PREFACE. gratefully welcome; to that which springs from an instinctive love of fault-finding, he is apt to be thick- skinned. In the words of Erasmus : " Nos ad utrum- que juxta parati sumus, ut vel rationem reddamus, si quid recte monuimus, vel ingenue confiteamur errorem, sicubi lapsi deprehendimur." It is hardly necessary to add that the work is de- signed for popular reading, rather than for scholars. How much the author is indebted to others, he can- not say. He has been traveling, in his own way, over old and well-worn ground, and has picked up his materials freely from all the sources within his reach. Non nova, sed nove, has been his aim ; he regrets that he has not accomplished it more to his satisfaction. The world, it has been truly said, does not need new thoughts so much as it needs that old thoughts be recast. There are some writers, however, to whom he has been particularly indebted ; and therefore a list of their names, with the books con- sulted, has been appended at the end of the volume. CONTENTS CHAPTER I. THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS 11 CHAPTER II. THE MORALITY IN WORDS . . . . . . .56 CHAPTER III. (TRAND WORDS . ..... 94 CHAPTER IV. SMALL WORDS 123 CHAPTER V. WORDS WITHOUT MEANING 137 CHAPTER VI. SOME ABUSES OF WORDS 152 CHAPTER VII. SAXON WORDS, OR ROMANIC? 168 CHAPTER VIII. THE SECRET OF APT WORDS 182 1(1 CONTENTS. CHAPTER IX. THE SECRET OF APT WORDS (continued) .... 200 CHAPTER X. THE FALLACIES IN WORDS ' . . 212 CHAPTER XI. THE FALLACIES IN WORDS (continued) 236 CHAPTER XII. NICKNAMES 263 CHAPTER XIII. CURIOSITIES OF LANGUAGE 280 CHAPTER XIV. COMMON IMPROPRIETIES OF SPEECH 326 INDEX . 372 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. CHAPTER I. THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. "Speech is morning to the mind; It spreads the beauteous images abroad, Which else lie dark and buried in the soul." La parole, cette main de 1'esprit. CHABBON. Syllables govern the world. COKE. TO the thoughtful man, who has reflected on the com- mon operations of life, which, but for their common- ness, would be deemed full of marvel, few things are more wonderful than the origin, structure, history and signifi- cance of words. The tongue is the glory of man; for though animals have memory, will and intellect, yet lan- guage, which gives us a duplicate and multipliable exist- ence, enabling mind to communicate with mind, is the Rubicon which they never have dared to cross. The dog barks as it barked at the creation, and the crow of the cock is the same to-day as when it startled the ear of repentant Peter. The song of the lark and the howl of the leop- ard have continued as unchangeable as the concentric circles of the spider and the waxen hexagon of the bee; and even the stoutest champion of the ourang-outang the- ory of man's origin will admit that no process of natu- 12 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. ral selection has yet distilled significant words out of the cries of beasts or the notes of birds. Speech is a divine gift. It is the last seal of dignity stamped by God upon His intelligent offspring, and proves, more conclusively than his upright form, or his looks " commercing with the skies," that he was made in the image of God. With- out this crowning gift to man, even reason would have been comparatively valueless; for he would have felt him- self to be imprisoned even when at large, solitary in the midst of a crowd; and the society of the wisest of his race would have been as uninstructive as that of barbari- ans and savages. The rude tongue of a Patagonian or Australian is full of wonders to the philosopher; but as we ascend in the scale of being from the uncouth sounds which express the desires of a savage to the lofty periods of a Cicero or a Chatham, the power of words expands until it attains to regions far above the utmost range of our capacity. It designates, as Novalis has said, God with three letters, and the infinite with as many syllables, though the ideas conveyed by these words are immeasur- ably beyond the utmost grasp of man. In every relation of life, at every moment of our active being, in every thing we think or do, it is on the meaning and inflection of a word that the direction of our thoughts, and the ex- pression of our will, turn. The soundness of our reason- ings, the clearness of our belief and of our judgment, the influence we exert upon others, and the manner in which we are impressed by our fellow-men, all depend upon a knowledge of the value of words. It is in lan- guage that the treasures of human knowledge, the dis- coveries of Science, and the achievements of Art are chiefly preserved; it is language that furnishes the poet THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 13 with the airy vehicle for his most delicate fancies, the orator with the elements of his electrifying eloquence, the savant with the record of his classification, the meta- physician with the means of his sharp distinction, the statesman with the drapery of his vast design, and the philosopher with the earthly instrument of his heaven- reaching induction. " Words," said the fierce Mirabeau, in reply to an oppo- nent in the National Assembly, " are things;" and truly they were such when he thundered them forth from the Tribune, full of life, meaning and power. Words are always things, when coming from the lips of a master-spirit, and instinct with his own individuality. Especially is this true of so impassioned orators as Mirabeau, who have thoughts impa- tient for words, not words starving for thoughts, and who but give utterance to the spirit breathed by the whole Third Estate of a nation. Their words are not merely things, but living things, endowed with power not only to communicate ideas, but to convey, as by spiritual conductors, the shock and thrill which attended their birth. Look at the " winged words " of old Homer, into which he breathed the breath of his own spiritual life, how long have they kept on the wing ! For twenty-five or thirty centuries they have main- tained their flight across gulfs of time in which empires have suffered shipwreck and the languages of common life have sunk into oblivion; and they are still full of the life- blood of immortal youth. " How forcible," says Job, " are right words! " " A word fitly spoken," says Solomon, " is like apples of gold in pictures of silver." Few persons have duly estimated the power of words. In anatomical museums one will some- times see the analysis of a man 7 that is, the mere chem- 14 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. ical constituents, so much lime, so much albumen, so much phosphorus, etc. These dead substances fail not more utterly in representing a living man, with his mental and moral force, than do the long rows of words in the lexicon of exhibiting the power with which, as signs of ideas, they may be endowed. Language has been truly pronounced the armory of the human mind, which contains at once the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future con- quests. Look at a Webster or a Calhoun, when his mighty enginery of thought is in full operation; how his words tell upon his adversary, battering down the intrenchments of sophistry like shot from heavy ordnance! Cannon-shot are very harmless things when piled up for show; so are words when tiered up in the pages of a dictionary, with no mind to select and send them home to the mark. But let them receive the vitalizing touch of genius, and how they leap with life; with what tremendous energy are they endowed! When the little Corsican bombarded Cadi/ at the distance of five miles, it was deemed the very tri- umph of engineering; but what was this paltry range to that of words, which bombard the ages yet to come? " Scholars," says Sir Thomas Browne, " are men of peace. They carry no arms, but their tongues are sharper than Actus his razors; their pens carry further and make a louder report than thunder. I had rather stand the shock of a basalisco than the fury of a merciless pen." The words which a man of genius selects are as much his own as his thoughts. They are not the dress, but the incarnation, of his thought, as the body contains the soul. Analyze a speech by either of the great orators we have just named, and a critical study will satisfy you that the crushing force of his arguments lies not less in the nicety THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 15 and skill with which the words are chosen, than in the granite- like strength of thought. Attempt to substitute other words for those that are used, and you will find that the latter are part and parcel of the author's mind and conception; that every word is accommodated with marvellous exactness to all the sinuosities of the thought; that not the least of them can be changed without marr- ing the completeness and beauty of the author's idea. If any other words can be used than those which a writer does use, he is a bungling rhetorician, and skims only the surface of his theme. True as this is of the best prose, it is doubly true of the best poetry: it is a linked strain throughout. It has been said by one who was himself a consummate master of language, that if, in the recollection of any passage of Shakespeare, a word shall escape your memory, you may hunt through the forty thousand words in the language, and not one shall fit the vacant place but that which the poet put there. Though he uses only the simplest and homeliest terms, yet "you might as well think," says Coleridge, " of pushing a brick out of a wall with your forefinger, as attempt to remove a word out of any of the finished passages of Shakespeare." Who needs to be told how much the wizard sorcery of Milton depends on the words he uses ? It is not in what he directly tells us that his spell lies, but in the immense suggestiveness of his verse. In Homer, it has been justly said, there are no hidden meanings, no deeps of thought into which the soul descends for lingering contemplation; no words which are key- notes, awakening the spirit's melodies, "Untwisting all the links that tie The hidden soul of harmony." 16 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. But here is the realm of Milton's mastery. He electrifies the mind through conductors. His words, as Macaulay declares, are charmed. Their meaning bears no proportion to their effect. " No sooner are they pronounced, than the past is present and the distant near. New forms of beauty start at once into existence, and all the burial places of the memory give up their dead. Change the structure of the sentence, substitute one synonyme for another, and the whole effect is destroyed. The spell loses its power; and he who should then hope to conjure with it would find himself as much mistaken as Cassim in the Arabian tale, when he stood crying ' Open Wheat,' ' Open Barley,' to the door which obeyed no sound but ' Open Sesame.' " The force and significance which Milton can infuse into the simplest word are strikingly shown in his description of the largest of land animals, in " Paradise Lost." In a single line the unwieldy monster is so represented as coming from the ground, that we almost involuntarily start aside from fear of being crushed by the living mass: "Behemoth, the biggest born of earth, upheaved His vastnese." It is this necromantic power over language, this skill in striking " the electric chain with which we are darkly bound," till its vibrations thrill along the chords of the heart, and its echoes ring in all the secret chambers of the soul, which blinds us to the absurdities of " Paradise Lost." While following this mighty magician of language through "many a winding bout Of linked Bweetness long drawn out," we overlook the incongruity with which he makes angels fight with " villainous saltpetre " and divinities talk Gal- THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 17 vinism. puts the subtleties of Greek syntax into the >mouth of Eve, and exhibits the Omnipotent Father arguing like a school divine. As with Milton, so with his great prede- cessor, Dante. Wondrous as is his power of creating pic- tures in a few lines, he owes it mainly to the directness, simplicity, and intensity of his language. In him " the in- visible becomes visible; darkness becomes palpable; silence describes a character; a word acts as a flash of lightning, which displays some gloomy neighborhood where a tower is standing, with dreadful faces at the window." The difference in the use of words by different writers is as great as that in the use of paints by great and poor artists; and there is as great a difference in the effect upon the understanding and the sensibilities of their readers. Who that is familiar with Bacon's writings can ever fail to recognize one of his sentences, so dense with pith, and going to the mark as if from a gun? In him, it has been remarked, language was always the flexible and obedient instrument of the thought; not, as in the productions of a lower order of mind, its rebellious and recalcitrant slave. "All authors below the highest seem to use the mighty gift of expression with a certain secret timidity, lest the lever should prove too ponderous for the hand that essays to wield it; or rather, they resemble the rash student in the old legend, who was overmastered by the demons which he had unguardedly provoked." Emerson, in speaking of the intense vitality of Montaigne's words, says that if you cut them, they would bleed. Joubert, in revealing the secret of Rousseau's charm, says: "He imparted, if I may so speak, bowels of feeling to the words he used (donna des entrailles a tous les mots), and poured into them such a charm, sweetness so penetrating, energy so puissant, that 18 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. his writings have an effect upon the soul something like that of those illicit pleasures which steal away our taste and intoxicate our reason." How much is the magic of Tennyson's verse due to " the fitting of aptest words to things," which we find on every page of his poetry! He has not only the vision. but the faculty divine, and no secret of his art is hid from him. Foot and pause, rhyme and rhythm, allitera- tion; subtle, penetrative words that touch the very quick of the truth; cunning words that have a spell in them for the memory and the imagination: old words, with their weird influence, " Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years," and words used for the occasion in their primary sense, are all his ministers, and obedient to his will. An Ameri- can writer, Mr. E. C. Stedman, in speaking of Swin- burne's marvellous gift of melody, asks: " Who taught him all the hidden springs of melody? He was born a tamer of words, a subduer of this most stubborn, yet most copious of the literary tongues. In his poetry we dis- cover qualities we did not know were in the language a softness that seemed Italian, a rugged strength we thought was German, a blithe and debonair lightness \vc despaired of capturing from the French. He has added a score of new stops and pedals to the instrument. He lias introduced, partly from other tongues, stanzaic forms, measures and effects untried before, and has brought out the swiftness and force of metres like the anapestic, car- rying each to perfection at a single trial. Words in his hands are like the ivory balls of a juggler, and all words seem to be in his hands." Words, with such men, are "nimble and airy servitors." THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 19 not masters, and from the exquisite skill with which they are chosen, and the firmness with which they are knit together, are sometimes " half battles, stronger than most men's deeds." What is the seoret of the weird-like power of De Quincey ? Is it not that, of all late English writers, he has the most imperial dominion over the resources of ex- pression, that he has weighed, as in a hair- balance, the precise significance of every word he uses; that he has conquered so completely the stubbornness of our vernacu- lar as to render it a willing slave to all the whims and caprices, the ever-shifting, kaleidoscopic variations of his thought? Turn to whatever page you will of his writ- ings, and it is not the thorough grasp of his subject, the enormous erudition, the extraordinary breadth and pierc- ing acuteness of intellect which he displays, that excite your greatest surprise; but you feel that here is a man who has gauged the potentiality of every word he u.-.-: who has analyzed the simples of his every compound phrase. In his 'hands our stiff Saxon language becomes almost as ductile as the Greek. Ideas that seem to defy expression, ideas so subtile, or so vague and shifting, that most thinkers find it difficult to contemplate them at all, are conveyed on his page with a nicety, a felicity of phrase, that might almost provoke the envy of Shaks- peare. In the hands of a great sculptor, marble and bronze become as soft and elastic as living flesh, and not unlike this is the dominion which the great writers pos- sess over language. In their verse our rugged but pithy and expressive English breathes all sounds, all melodies; "And now 'tis like all instrument*, Now like a lonely flute, And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mnte." 20 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. The superiority of the writers of the seventeenth cen- tury to those of our own day is due not less to their choice and collocation of words than to their weight of thought. There was no writing public nor reading popu- lace in that age; the writers were few and intellectual. and they addressed themselves to learned, or, at least, to studious and thoughtful readers. " The structure of their language," says Henry Taylor, " is itself an evidence that they counted upon another frame of mind, and a different pace and speed in reading, from that which can alone be looked to by the writers of these days. Their books were not written to be snatched up, run through, talked over, and forgotten; and their diction, therefore, was not such as lent wings to haste and impatience, making every- thing so clear that he who ran or flew might read. Rather was it so constructed as to detain the reader over what was pregnant and profound, and compel him to that brooding and prolific posture of mind by which, if he had wings, they might help him to some more genial and profitable employment than that of running like an ostrich through a desert. And hence those characteristics of diction by which these writers are made more fit than those who have followed them to train the ear and utter- ance of a poet. For if we look at the long-suspended sentences of those days, with all their convolutions and intertextures, the many parts waiting for the ultimate wholeness, .we shall perceive that without distinct i\<> movement and rhythmical significance of a very high order, it would be impossible that they could be sustained in any sort of clearness. One of these writers' sentences is often in itself a work of art, having its strophes and antistrophes, its winding changes and recalls, by which THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 21 the reader, though conscious of plural voices and running divisions of thought, is not, however, permitted to disso- ciate them from their mutual concert and dependency, but required, on the contrary, to give them entrance into his mind, opening it wide enough for the purpose, as one compacted and harmonious fabric. Sentences thus elab- orately constructed, and complex, though musical, are not easy to a remiss reader, but they are clear and delight- ful to an intent reader." Few persons are aware how much knowledge is some- times necessary to give the etymology and definition of a word. It is easy to define words, as certain persons satir- ized by Pascal have defined light: "A luminary movement of luminous bodies": or as a Western judge once defined murder to a jury: " Murder, gentlemen, is when a man is murderously killed. It is the murdering that constitutes murder in the eye of the law. Murder, in short, is murder." We have all smiled at Johnson's definition of network: "Network anything reticulated or decussed at equal distances, with interstices between the intersections." Many of the definitions in our dictionaries remind one of Bardolph's attempt to analyze the term accommodation: " Accommodation, that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is being whereby he may be thought to be accommodated, which is an excel- lent thing." Brimstone, for example, the lexicographer defines by telling us that it is sulphur; and then rewards us for the trouble we have had in turning to sulphur, by telling us that it is brimstone. The eccentric Davy Crockett, whose exterior roughness veiled a great deal of mother wit, happily characterized this whole tribe of lexicographers by a remark he once made to a Western 22 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. member of Congress. When the latter, in a speech on a bill for increasing the number of hospitals, wearied his hearers by incessant repetition, " Sit down," whispered Crockett, "you are coming out of the same hole you went in at." There is a mythical story that the forty members of the French Academy once undertook to define the word crab, and hit upon this, which they deemed quite satisfactory: "Crab, a small- red fish, which walks lock- ward." " Perfect, gentlemen," said Cuvier, when inter- rogated touching the correctness of the definition; "per- fect, only I will make one small observation in natural history. The crab is not a fish, it is not red, and it does not walk backward. With these exceptions, your definition is admirable." Too many easily-made definitions are liable to similar damaging exceptions. The truth is, no word can be truly defined until the exact idea is understood, in all its relations, which the word is designed to represent. Let a man undertake to define the word " alkali " or " acid," for instance, and he will have to encounter some pretty hard problems in chemistry. Lavoisier, the author of the terminology of modern chem- istry, tells us that when he undertook to form a nomencla- ture of that science, and while he proposed to himself nothing more than to improve the chemical language, his work transformed itself by degrees, and without his beirrg able to prevent it, into a treatise upon the elements of chemistry. A similar experience was that of Samuel Bailey, who held a derivative opinion in favor of Berkeley's "Theory of Vision"; but having, in the course of a phil- osophical discussion, occasion to explain it, he found, on at- tempting to state in his own language the grounds on which it rested, that they no longer appeared to him to be so clear THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 23 and conclusive as he had fancied them to be. He deter- mined, therefore, to make them the subject of a patient and dispassionate examination; and the result was a clear con- viction of the erroneousness of Berkeley's theory, the phil- osophical grounds for which 'conviction he has so ably and luminously set forth in his book on the subject. The truth is, accurate definitions of the terms of any science can only follow accurate and sharply-defined notions of the science itself. Try to define the words matter, substance, idea, ivill, ctnixi; <-<>iixi-'n>)ice, virtue, right, and you will soon ascertain whether you have grappled with the grand problems or only skimmed the superficies of metaphysics and ethics. Let no one, then, underrate the importance of the study of words. Daniel Webster was often seen absorbed in the study of an English Dictionary. Lord Chatham read the folio dictionary of Bailey twice through, exam- ining each word attentively, dwelling on its peculiar im- port and modes of construction, and thus endeavoring to bring the whole range of our language completely under his control. One of the most distinguished American au- thors is said to be in the habit of reading the dictionary through about once a year. His choice of fresh and force- ful terms has provoked at times the charge of pedantry; but, in fact, he has but fearlessly used the wealth of the language that lies buried in the pages of Noah Webster. It is only by thus working in the mines of language that one can fill his storehouses of expression, so as to be above the necessity of using cheap and common words, or even using these with no subtle discrimination of their mean- ings. Rufus Choate once said to one of his students: " You don't want a diction gathered from the newspapers, caught from the air, common and unsuggestive ; but you want 24 WOKDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. one whose every word is full-freighted with suggestion and association, with beauty and power." The leading languages of the world are full of such words, " opulent, microcosmic, in which histories are imaged, which record civilizations. Others recall to us great passages of elo- quence, or of noble poetry, and bring in their train the whole splendor of such passages, when they are uttered." Mr. Disraeli says of Canning, that he had at command the largest possible number of terms, both " rich and rare," words most vivid and effective, really spirit- stirring words ; for words there are, as every poet knows, whose sound is an echo to the sense, words which, while by their literal meaning they convey an idea to the mind, have also a sound and association which are like music to the ear, and a picture to the eye, vivid, graphic, and pic- turesque words that make you almost see the thing de- scribed. It is said of Keats, that when reading Chaucer, Spenser, and Milton, he became a critic of their thoughts, their words, their rhymes, and their cadences. He brooded over fine phrases like a lover; and often, when he met a quaint or delicious word in the course of his reading, he would take pains to make it his own by using it, as speedily as possible, in some poem he was writing. Upon expressions like " the sea-shouldering whale " of Spenser. he would dwell with an ecstasy of delight. The question has been often discussed whether, if man were deprived of articulate speech, he would still be able to think. The example of the deaf and dumb, who evi- dently think, not by associations of sound, but of touch. using combinations of finger-speech, instead of words, as the symbols of their thought, appears to show that he might find an efficient substitute for his present means THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 25 of reflection. The telegraph and railway signals, are, in fact, new modes of speech, which are quickly familiarized by practice. The engine driver shuts off the steam at the warning signal, without thinking of the words to which it is equivalent; a particular signal becomes associated with a particular act, and the interposition of words be- comes useless. It is well known that persons skilled in gesticulation can communicate by it a long series of facts and even complicated trains of thought. Roscius, the Ro- man actor, claimed that he could express a sentiment in a greater variety of ways by significant gestures than Cicero could by language. During the reign of Augustus, both tragedies and comedies were acted, with powerful effect, by pantomime alone. When the Megarians wanted help from the Spartans, and threw down an empty meal- bag before the assembly, declaring that " it lacked meal," these verbal economists said that " the mention of the sack was superfluous." When the Scythian ambassadors wished to convince Darius of the hopelessness of invading their country, they made no long harangue, but argued with far more cogency by merely bringing him a bird, a mouse, a frog, and two arrows, to imply that unless he could soar like a bird, burrow like a mouse, and hide in the marshes like a frog, he would never be able to escape their shafts. Facts like these tend to show that man might still have been, as the root of the word " man " implies in Sanskrit, " a thinking being," though he had never been a "speech-dividing" being; but, it is evident that his range of thought would have been exceedingly narrow, and that his mightiest triumphs over nature would have I 26 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. been impossible. While it may be true, as Tennyson says, that " Thought leapt out to wed with thought, Ere thought could wed itself to speech, " yet there is an intimate relation between " ratio " and " oratio," and it may be doubted whether, without some signs, verbal or of another sort, thought, except of the simplest kind, would not have been beyond man's power. Long use has so familiarized us with language, we em- ploy it so readily, and without conscious effort, that we are apt to regard it as a matter of course, and become blind to its mystery and deep significance. We rarely think of the long and changeful history through which each word we utter has passed, of the many changes in form and changes in signification it has undergone, and of the time and toil spent in its invention and elabo- ration by successive generations of thinkers and speakers. Still less do we think how different man's history would have been, how comparatively useless would have been all his other endowments, had God not given him the faculties " which, out of the shrieks of birds in the forest, the roar of beasts, the murmur of rushing waters, the sighing of the wind, and his own impulsive ejaculations, have constructed the great instrument that Demosthenes, and Shakspeare, and Massillon wielded, the instrument by which the laws of the universe are unfolded, and the subtle workings of the human heart brought to light.'' Language is not only a means of comnmnication between man and man, but it has other functions hardly less important. It is only by its aid that we are able to an- alyze our complex impressions, to preserve the results of the analysis, and to abbreviate the processes of thought. THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 27 Were we content with the bare reception of visual im- pressions, we could to some extent dispense with words; but as the mind does not receive its impressions passively, but reflects upon them, decomposes them into their parts, and compares them with notions already stored up, it becomes necessary to give to each of these elements a name. By virtue of these names we are able to keep them apart in the mind, and to recall them with precision and facility, just as the chemist by the labels on his jars, or the gar- dener by those on his flower-pots, is enabled to identify the substances these vessels contain.* Thus reflections which when past might have been dissipated forever, are by their connection with language brought always within reach. Who can estimate the amount of investigation and thought which are represented by such words as gravitation, chem- ical affinity, atomic weight, capital, inverse proportion, polar- ity, and inertia, words which are each the quintessence and final result of an infinite number of anterior mental processes, and which may be compared to the paper money or bills of exchange by which the world's wealth may be inclosed in envelopes and sent swiftly to the farthest cen- tres of commerce? Who can estimate the inconvenience that would result, and the degree in which mental activity would be arrested, were we compelled to do without these comprehensive words which epitomize theories, sum up the labors of the past, and facilitate and abridge future mental processes? The effect, as Archbishop Trench has observed, would be to restrict all scientific discovery as effectually as commerce and exchange would be restricted, if all transac- tions had to be carried on with iron or copper as the sole medium of mercantile intercourse. f "Outline of the Lavs of Thought," by William Thomson, D.D., p. 53, 28 WOUDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. Language has thus an educational value, for in learning words we are learning to discriminate things. " As the distinctions between the relations of objects grow more numerous, involved, and subtle, it becomes more analytic, to be able to express them; and, inversely, those who are born to be the heirs of a highly analytic language, must needs learn to think up to it, to observe and distinguish all the relations of objects, for which they find the expressions already formed; so that we have an instructor for the thinking powers in that speech which we are apt to deem no more than their handmaid and minister." No two things, indeed, are more closely connected than poverty of language and poverty of thought. Language is, on one side, as truly the limit and restraint of thought, as on the other that which feeds and sustains it. When an illiterate person sits down to write, his fund of words being small, the paucity of his thoughts is sure to cor- respond to it. Though he may have made the circuit of the globe, and gazed on the main wonders of Nature and of Art, yet he has hardly more to write to his friends at home than the old pleonastic phrases, " I am well, and I hope you are well, and enjoying the same blessing." In bridging the chasm between such a man and one of high culture, the acquisition of words plays as important a part as the acquisition of ideas. It has been justly said that no man can learn from or communicate to another more than the words they are familiar with either express or can be made to express. The deep degradation of the savage is due as much to the brutal poverty of his language as to other causes. Hence the knowledge of words is not an elegant accomplishment only, not a. luxury, but a positive necessity of the civilized. THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 29 and cultivated man. It is necessary not only to him who would express himself, but to him who would think, with precision and effect. There is, indeed, no higher proof, of thorough and accurate culture than the tact that a writer, instead of employing words loosely and at hap-hazard, chooses only those which are the exact vesture of his thought. As he only can be called a. well-dressed man whose clothes exactly fit him, being neither small and shrunken, nor loose and baggy, so it is the first charac- teristic of a good style that the words fit close to the ideas. They will be neither too big here, hanging like a giant's robe on the limbs of a dwarf, nor too small there, like a boy's garments into which a man has painfully squeezed himself; but will be the exact correspondents and perfect exponents of his thought. Between the most synonymous words a careful writer will have a choice; for, strictly speaking, there are no synonyms in a language, the most closely resembling and apparently equivalent terms having some nice shade of distinction, a fine illustration of which is found in Ben Jonson's line, " Men may securely sin, but safely never"; and again, in the reply with which Sydney Smith used to meet the cant about popular education in England: " Pooh, pooh! it is the worst educated country in the world, I grant you; but it is the best instructed." Will- iam Pitt was a remarkable example of this precision of style. Fox said of him: " Though I am myself never at a loss for a word, Pitt not only has a word, but the word, the very word, to express his meaning." Eobert Hall chose his words with a still more fastidious nicety, and he gave as one reason for his writing so little, that he could so rarely approach the realization of his own beau-ideal of a perfect style. It is related of him that, when he was cor- 30 WOKDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. reeling the proofs of his sermon on " Modern Infidelity," on coming to the famous passage, " Eternal God, on what are thine enemies intent? What are those enterprises of guilt and horror, that, for the safety of their performers, require to be enveloped in a darkness which the eye of Heaven must not penetrate?" he exclaimed to his friend, Dr. Greg- ory: "Penetrate! did I say penetrate, sir, when I preached it? " " Yes." " Do you think, sir, I may venture to alter it? for no man who considers the force of the English language would use a word of three syllables there but from absolute necessity. F 'or penetrate put pierce: pierce is the word, sir, and the only word, to be used there." John Foster was a yet more striking example of this conscientiousness and severity in discriminating words. Never, perhaps, was there a writer the electric action of whose mind, telegraphing with all nature's works, was so in contrast with its action in writing. Here it was al- most painfully slow, like the expression of some costly oil, drop by drop. He would spend whole days on a few short sentences, passing each word under his concentrated sci'utiny, so that each, challenged and examined, took its place in the structure like an inspected soldier in the ranks. When Chalmers, after a visit to London, was asked what Foster was about, he replied: "Hard at it, at the rate of a line a week." Read a page of the essay on " Decision of Character," and you will feel that this was scarcely an exaggeration, that he stood by the ring- ing anvil till every word was forged into a bolt. Few persons know how hard easy writing is. Who that reads the light, sparkling verse of Thomas Moore, dreams of the mental pangs, the long and anxious thought, which a single word often cost him! Irving tells us that he was THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 31 once riding with the Irish poet in the streets of Paris, when the hackney-coach went suddenly into a deep rut, out of which it came with such a jolt as to send their pates bump against the roof. "By Jove, Ire got it!" cried Moore, clapping his hands with great glee. "Got what?" said Irving. "Why," said the poet, "that tvotd I've been hunting for six weeks, to complete my last song. That rascally driver has jolted it out of me." The ancient writers and speakers were even more nice and fastidious than the moderns, in their choice and arrangement of words. Virgil, after having spent eleven years in the composition of the ^Eneid, intended to de- vote three years to its revision; but, being prevented by his last sickness from giving it the finishing touches which his exquisite judgment deemed necessary, he di- rected his friends to burn it. The great orator of Athens, to form his style, transcribed Thucydides again and again. He insisted that it was not enough that the orator, in order to prepare for delivery in public, should write down his thoughts, he must, as it were, sculpture them in brass. He must not content himself with that loose use of language which characterizes a thoughtless fluency, but his words must have a precise and exact look, like newly-minted coin, with sharply-cut edges and devices. That Demosthenes himself " recked his own rede " in this matter we have abundant proof in almost every page of his great speeches. In his masterpieces we are introduced to mysteries of prose composition of which the moderns know nothing. We find him, as a German critic has remarked, bestowing incredible pains, not only upon the choice of words, but upon the sequence of long and short syllables, not in order to produce a regularly recurring 32 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. metre, but to express the most various emotions of the rnind by a suitable and ever-changing rhythm. It is in this art of ordering words with reference to their effect, even more, perhaps, than in the action for which his name is a synonyme, that he exhibits his consummate dexterity as an orator. Change their order, and you at once break the charm. The rhythm, in fact, is the sense. You de- stroy the significance of the sentence as well as its ring; you lessen the intensity of the meaning as well as the verbal force. " At his pleasure," says Professor Marsh, " he separates his lightning and his thunder by an inter- val that allows his hearer half to forget the coming detonation, or he instantaneously follows up the dazzling flash with a pealing explosion that stuns, prostrates and crushes the stoutest opponent." Not less did the Roman orators consult the laws of euphonic sequence or metrical convenience, and arrange their words in such a succession of articulate sounds as would fall most pleasingly on the ear. The wonderful effects which sometimes attended their elocution were, in all probability, chiefly owing to their exquisite choice of words and their skill in musical concords. It was by the charm of numbers, as well as by the strength of reason, that Cicero confounded Catiline and silenced the eloquent Hortensius. It was this that deprived Curio of all power of recollection when he rose to oppose that great master of enchanting rhetoric; it was this that made even Caesar himself tremble, and at last change his determined pur- pose, and acquit the man he had resolved to condemn. When the Roman orator, Carbo, pronounced, on a certain occasion, the sentence, " Patris dictum sapiens temeritas filii comprobavit" it was astonishing, says Cicero, to ob- THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 33 serve the general applause which followed that harmonious close. Doubtless we are ignorant of the art of pronounc- ing that period with its genuine emphasis; but Cicero assures us that had the final measure, what is techni- cally called a dichoree, been changed, and the words placed in a different order, their whole effect would have been absolutely destroyed. With the same exquisite sensi- bility to numbers, an ancient writer says that a similar result would follow, if, in reading the first line of the jEneid, "Arma virumquc cano, Trojae qni primus ab oris," instead of primus we were to pronounce it primis (is being long, and us short). It is this cunning choice, along with the skillful ar- rangement of words, that, even more than the thought, eternizes the name of an author. Style is, and ever has been, the most vital element of literary immortalities. More than any other quality it is a writer's own prop- erty; and no one, not time itself, can rob him of it, or even diminish its value. Facts may be forgotten, learn- ing grow commonplace, startling truths dwindle into mere truisms; but a grand or beautiful style can never lose its freshness or its charm. For his gorgeous style, even more than for his colossal erudition, is Gibbon admired; it is " the ordered march of his lordly prose " that is the secret of Macaulay's charm ; and it is the unstudied grace of Hume's periods which renders him, in spite of his imperfect learning, in spite of his willful perversions of truth, in spite of his infidelity and his toryism, the popu- lar historian of England. From all this it will be seen how absurd it is to sup- pose that one can adequately enjoy the masterpieces of 34 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. literature by means of translations. Among the argu- ments against the study of the dead languages, none is more pertinaciously urged by the educational red repub- licans of the day than this, that the study is useless, because all the great works, the masterpieces of antiquity, have been translated. The man, we are told, who cannot enjoy Carlyle's version of Wilhelm Meister, Melmoth's Cicero, Morris's Virgil, Martin's Horace, or Carter's Epic- tetus, must be either a prodigious scholar or a prodigious dunce. Sometimes, it is urged, a translator even improves upon the original, as did Coleridge, in the opinion of many, upon Schiller's " Wallenstein." All this seems plausible enough, but the Greek and Latin scholar knows it to be fallacious and false. He knows that the finest passages in an author, the exquisite thoughts, the curious verbal felicities, are precisely those which defy reproduc- tion in another tongue. The most masterly translations of them are no more like the original than a walking- stick is like a tree in full bloom. The quintessence of a writer, the life and spirit, all that is idiomatic, pecu- liar, or characteristic, all that is Homerian in Homer, or Horatian in Horace, evaporates in a translation. It is true that, judging by dictionaries only, almost every word in one language has equivalents in every other; but a critical study of language shows, that, with the exception of terms denoting sensible objects and acts, there is rarely a precise coincidence in meaning between any two words in different tongues. Compare any two languages, and you will find that there are, as the mathe- maticians would say, many incommensurable quantities, many words in each untranslatable into the other, and that it is often impossible, by a paraphrase, to supply an THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 35 equivalent. To use De Quincey's happy image from the language of eclipses, the correspondence between the disk of the original word and its translated representative, is, in thousands of instances, not annular; the centres do not coincide; the words overlap. Above all does poetry defy translation. It is too subtle an essence to be poured from one vessel into another without loss. Of Cicero's elegant and copious rhetoric, of the sententious wisdom of Tacitus, of the keen philosophic penetration and masterly narrative talent of Thucydides, of the thunderous eloquence of Demosthenes, and even of Martial's jokes, it may be possible to give some inkling through an English medium; but of the beauties and splendors of the Greek and Latin poets, never. As soon will another Homer appear on earth, as a translator echo the marvellous music of his lyre. Imitations of the " Iliad," more or less accurate, may be given, or another poem may be substituted in its place; but a perfect transfusion into English is impossible. For, as Goethe somewhere says, Art depends on Form, and you cannot preserve the form in altering the form. Language is a strangely suggestive medium, and it is through the reflex and vague operation of words upon the mind that the translator finds himself baffled. Words, especially in poetry, have a potency of association, a kind of necromantic power, aside from their significance as representative signs. There is a min- gling of sound and sense, a delicacy of shades of meaning, and a power of awakening associations, to which the instinct of the poet is the key, and which cannot be passed into a foreign language if the meaning be also preserved. You may as easily make lace ruffles out of hemp. Language, it cannot be too often repeated, is not 36 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. the dress of thought; it is its 'living expression, and con- trols both the physiognomy and the organization of the idea it utters. How many abortive attempts have been made to translate the "Iliad" and the "Odyssey" into English verse! AVL;it, havoc have even Pope and Cowper made of some of the grandest passages in the old bard! The one, it has been well said, turned his lines into a series of brilliant epi- grams, sparkling and cold as the Heroic Epistles of Ovid; the other chilled the warmth and toned down the colors of Homer into a sober, drab-tinted hue, through which gods and men loom feebly, and the camp of the Achaeans, the synod of the Trojans, and the deities in council, have much of the air of a Quaker meeting-house. Regarded as an English poem, Pope's translation of the " Iliad " is unques- tionably a brilliant and exquisitely versified production; but viewed as a transfusion of the old bard into another language, it is but a caput mortuum, containing but little more of Homer than the names and events. The fervid and romantic tone, the patriarchal simplicity, the mytho- logic coloring, the unspeakable audacity and freshness of the images, all that breathes of an earlier world, and of the sunny shores, and laughing waves, and blue sky, of the old jEgean, all this, as a critic has observed, " is vanished and obliterated, as is the very swell and fall of the versi- fication, regular in its very irregularity, like the roll of the ocean. Instead of the burning, picture-like words of the old Greek, we have the dainty diction of a literary artist; instead of the ever-varied, resounding swell of the hexameter, the neat, elegant, nicely-balanced modern couplet. In short, the old bard is stripped. of his flowing chlamys and ' his fillets, and is imprisoned in the high-heeled shoes, THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 37 the laced velvet coat, and flowing periwig, of the eighteenth century." Chapman, who has more of the spirit of Homer, occasionally catches a note or two from the Ionian trum- pet; but presently blows so discordant a blast that it would have grated on the ear of Stentor himself. Lord Derby and William C. Bryant have been more successful in many respects than Pope or Cowper; but each has gained some advantages by compensating defects. Did Dryden succeed better when he put the "JEneid" into verse? Did he give us that for which Virgil toiled during eleven long years? Did he give us the embodi- ment of those vulgar impressions which, when the old Latin was read, made the Roman soldier shiver in all his manly limbs? All persons who are familiar with English literature know what havoc Dryden made of tl Paradise Lost," when he attempted, even in the same language, to put it into rhyme, a proposal to do which drew from Milton the contemptuous remark: " Ay, young man; you can tag my rhymes." A man of genius never made a more signal failure. He could not draw the bow of Ulysses. His rhyming, rhetorical manner, splendid and powerful as it confessedly is, proved an utterly inadequate vehicle for the high argument of the great Puritan. So with his modernizations of Chaucer. His reproductions of " the first finder of our faire langage " contain much admirable verse; but it is not Chaucer's. They are sim- ply elaborate paraphrases, in which the idiomatic colors and forms, the distinctive beauties of the old poet, above all, the simplicity and sly grace of his language, the exquisite tone of naivete, which, like the lispings of infancy, give such a charm to his verse, utterly vanish. Dryden failed, not from lack of genius, but simply 38 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. because failure was inevitable, because this aroma of antiquity, in the process of transfusion into modern lan- guage, is sure to evaporate. All such changes involve a loss of some subtle trait of expression, or some complexional peculiarity, essential to the truthful exhibition of the original. The outline, the story, the bones remain; but the soul is gone, the essence, the ethereal light, the perfume is vanished. As well might a painter hope, by using a different kind of tint, to give the expression of one of Raphael's or Titian's master- pieces, as any man expect, by any other words than those which a great poet has used, to convey the same mean- ing. Even the humblest writer has an idiosyncrasy, a manner of his own, without which the identity and truth of his work are lost. If, then, the meaning and spirit of a poem cannot be transferred from one place to another, so to speak, under the roof of a common language, must it not a fortiori be impossible -to transport them faith- fully across the barriers which divide one language from another, and antiquity from modern times? How many ineffectual attempts have been made to translate Horace into English and French! It is easy to give the right meaning, or something like the meaning, of his lyrics; but they are cast in a mould of such ex- quisite delicacy that their ease and elegance defy imita- tion. All experience shows that the tradittore must necessarily be traduttore, the translator, a traducer of the Sabine bard. As well might you put a violet into a crucible, and expect to reproduce its beauty and perfume, as expect to reproduce in another tongue the mysterious synthesis of sound and sense, of meaning and suggested association, which constitutes the vital beauty of a lyric, THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 39 The special imagination of the poet, it has been well said, is an imagination inseparably bound up with lan- guage; possessed by the infinite beauty and the deepest, subtlest meanings of words ; skilled in their finest sympa- thies; powerful to make them yield a meaning which another never could have extracted from them. It is of the very essence of the poet's art, so that, in the highest exercise of that art, there is no such thing as the ren- dering of an idea in appropriate language; but the con- ception, and the words in which it is conveyed, are a simultaneous creation, and the idea springs forth full- grown, in its panoply of radiant utterance. The works of Homer, Virgil, Dante, Shakspeare, and Goethe, exist in the words as the mind in conjunction with the body. Separation is death. Alter the melody ever so skillfully, and you change the effect. You cannot translate a sound; you cannot give an elegant version of a melody. Prose, indeed, suffers less from paraphrase than poetry; but even in translating a prose work, unless one containing facts or reasoning merely, the most skillful linguist can be sure of hardly more than of transferring the raw material of the original sentiment into his own tongue. The bullion may be there, but its shape is al- tered; the flower is preserved, but the aroma is gone; there, to be sure, is the arras, with its Gobelin figures, but it is the wrong side out. It is hardly an exaggeration to say that there is as much contrast between the best translation and the original of a great author, as between a wintry landscape, with its dead grass and withered foliage, and the same landscape arrayed in the green robes of summer. Nay, we prefer the humblest original painting to a feeble copy of a great picture, a barely 40 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. " good " original book to any lifeless translation. A liv- ing dog is better than a dead lion; for the external attributes of the latter are nothing without the spirit that makes them terrible. The difficulty of translating from a dead language, of whose onomatopo3ia we are ignorant, will appear still more clearly, when we consider what gross and ludicrous blunders are made in translating even from one living language into another. It has been well said that few English- speaking persons can understand the audacity of Racine, so highly applauded by the French, in introducing the words chien and sel into poetry; " dog " and " salt " may be used by us without danger ; but, on the other hand, we may not talk of entrails in the way the French do. Every one has heard of the Frenchman, who translated the majestic exclamation of Milton's Satan, " Hail ! horrors, hail ! " by " Comment vous portez-vous, Messieurs les Horreurs, comment vous portez vous?" " How do you do, horrors, how do you do?" Another Frenchman, in reproducing the following passage from Shakespeare in his own tongue, " Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone," translated the italicized words thus: "So, grief, be off with you ! " Hardly less ridiculous is the blunder made by a translator of Alexander Smith's " Life-Drama," who meta- morphoses the expression, " clothes me with kingdoms," into me fait un vetement de royaumes, " makes me a garment of kingdoms." What can be more expressive than one of the lines in which Milton describes the lost angels crowd- ing into Pandemonium, where, he says, the air was ''Brushed with the hiss of rustling wings," a line which it is impossible to translate into words that THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WOHDS. 41 will convey precisely the same emotions and suggestions that are roused by a perusal of the original. Suppose the translator to hit so near to the original as to write " Stirred with the noise of quivering wings," will not the line afl'ect you altogether differently? Let one translate into another language the following line of Shakespeare, " The learned pate ducks to the golden fool," and is it at all likely that the quaint, comic effect of the words we have italicized would be reproduced'? The inadequacy of translations will be more strikingly exemplified by comparing the following exquisite lines of Shakespeare with such a version as we might expect in another language : "How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony." A foreign translator, says Leigh Hunt, would dilute and take all taste and freshness out of this draught of poetry, after some such fashion as the following : "With what a charm the moon serene and bright Lends on the bank its soft reflected light! Sit we, I pray, and let us sweetly hear The strains melodious, with a raptured ear; For soft retreats, and n'ght's impressive hour, To harmony impart divinest power." In view of all these considerations, what can be more untrue than the statement so often made, that to be capable of easy translation is a test of the excellence of a composition? This doctrine, it has been well observed, goes upon the assumption that one language is just like another language, that every language has all the ideas, turns of thought, delicacies of expression, figures, associa- 42 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. tions, abstractions, points of view which every other lan- guage has. " Now, as far as regards Science, it is true that all languages are pretty much alike for the purpn-rs of Science; but even in this respect some are more suit- able than others, which have to coin words or to borrow them, in order to express scientific ideas. But if languages are not all equally adapted even to furnish symbols for those universal and eternal truths in which Science con- sists, how can they be reasonably expected to be all equally rich, equally forcible, equally musical, equally exact, equally happy, in expressing the idiosyncratic peculiarities of thought of some original and fertile mind, who has availed himself of one of them? A great author takes his native language, masters it, partly throws himself into it, partly moulds and partly adapts it, and pours out his multitude of ideas through the variously ramified and delicately mi- nute channels of expression which he has found or framed: does it follow that this his personal presence (as it may be called) can forthwith be transferred to every other language under the sun? Then we may reasonably maintain that Beethoven's piano music is not really beautiful, because it cannot be played on the hurdy-gurdy. . . " It seems that a really great author must admit of translation, and that we have a test of his excellence when he reads to advantage in a foreign language as well as in his own. Then Shakspeare is a genius because he can be translated into German, and not a genius because he cannot be translated into French. The multiplication-table is the most gifted of all conceivable compositions, because it !<>-<* nothing by translation, and can hardly be said to belong to any one language whatever. Whereas I should rather have conceived that, in proportion as ideas are novel and recon- THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 43 dite, they would be difficult to put into words, and that the very fact of their having insinuated themselves into one language would diminish the chance of that happy accident being repeated in another. In the language of savages you can hardly express any idea or act of the intellect at all. Is the tongue of the Hottentot or Esquimau to be made the measure of the genius of Plato, Pindar, Tacitus, St. Jerome, Dante, or Cervantes?" * The truth is, music written for one instrument cannot be played upon another. To the most cunning writer that ever tried to translate the beauties of an author into a foreign tongue, we may say in the language of a French critic: " You are that ignorant musician" who plays his part exactly, not skipping a single note, nor 'neglecting a rest, only what is written in the key of /a, he plays in the key of sol. Faithful translator!" When we think of the marvellous moral influence which words have exercised in all ages, we cannot wonder that the ancients believed there was a subtle sorcery in them, " a certain bewitchery or fascination," indicating that lan- guage is of mystic origin. The Gothic nations supposed that even their mysterious alphabetical characters, called " Runes," possessed magical powers; that they could stop a sailing vessel or a flying arrow; that they could excite love or hate, or even raise the dead. The Romans, in their levies, took care to enrol first names of good omen, such as Victor, Valerius, Salvius, Felix, and Faustus. Csesar gave a command in Spain to an obscure Scipio, merely for the omen which his name involved. When an expedition had been planned under the leadership of Atrius Niger, the soldiers absolutely refused to proceed under a commander * J. H. Newman. 44 WORDS ; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. of so ill-omened a name, dux abominandi nominis, it being, as De Quincey says, " a pleonasm of darkness/ 1 The same deep conviction that words are powers is seen in the favete linguis and bona verba quceso of the Romans, by which they endeavored to repress the utterance of any word suggestive of ill-fortune, lest the event so suggested to the imagination should actually occur. So they were careful to avoid, by euphemisms, the utterance of any word directly expressive of death or other calamity, saying vixit instead of mortuus est, and " be the event fortunate or otherwise," instead of adverse. The name Egesta they changed into Segesta, Maleventum into Beneventum, Axei- nos into Euxine, and Epidamnus into Dyrrhachium, to escape the perils of a word suggestive of damnum, or detriment. Even in later times the same feeling has pre- vailed, an illustration of which we have in the life of Pope Adrian VI., who, when elected, dared not retain his own name, as he wished, because he was told by his cardi- nals that every Pope who had done so had died in the first year of his reign. That there is a secret instinct which leads even the most illiterate peoples to recognize the potency of words, is illustrated by the use made of names, in the East, in " the black art." In the Island of Java, a fearful influ- ence, it is said, attaches to names, and it is believed that demons, invoked in the name of a living individual, can be made to appear. One of the magic arts practised there is to write a man's name on a skull, a bone, a shroud, a bier, an image made of paste, and then put it in a place where two roads meet, when a fearful enchantment, it is believed, will be wrought against the person whose name is so inscribed. THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 45 But we need not go to antiquity or to barbarous nations to learn the mystic power of words. There is not a day, hardly an hour of our lives, which does not furnish exam- ples of their ominous force. Shakspeare makes one of his characters say of another, " She speaks poniards, and every word stabs " ; and there are, indeed, words which are sharper than drawn swords, which give moi~e pain than a score of blows; and, again, there are words by which pain of soul is relieved, hidden grief removed, sympathy con- veyed, counsel imparted, and courage infused. How often has a word of recognition to the struggling confirmed a sublime yet undecided purpose, a word of sympathy opened a new vista to the desolate, that let in a prospect of heaven, a word of truth fired a man of action to do a deed which has saved a nation or a cause, or a genius to write words which have gone ringing down the ages! " I have known a word more gentle Than the breath of summer air; In a listening heart it nestled, And it lived forever there. Not the beating of its prison Stirred it ever, night or day; Only with the heart's last throbbing Could it ever fade away." A late writer has truly said that " there may be phrases which shall be palaces to dwell in, treasure-houses to explore; a single word may be a window from which one may perceive all the kingdoms of the earth and the glory of them. Oftentimes a word shall speak what accumulated volumes have labored in vain to utter; there may be years of crowded passion in a word, and half a life in a sentence." " Nothing," says Hawthorne, " is more unaccountable than the spell that often lurks in a spoken word. A thought may be present to the mind so distinctly that no 46 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. utterance could make it more so; and two minds may be conscious of the same thought, in which one or both take the profbundest interest; but as long as it remains un- spoken, their familiar talk flows quietly over the hidden idea, as a rivulet may sparkle and dimple over something sunken in its bed. But speak the word, and it is like bringing up a drowned body out of the deepest pool of the rivulet, which has been aware of the horrible secret all along, in spite of its smiling surface.". The significance of words is illustrated by nothing, perhaps, more strikingly than by the fact that unity of speech is essential to the unity of a people. Community of language is a stronger bond than identity of religion, government, or interests; and nations of one speech, though separated by broad oceans and by creeds yet more widely divorced, are one in culture, one in feeling. Prof. Marsh has well observed that the fine patriotic effusion of Arndt, " Was ist des Deutschen Vaterland," was founded upon the idea that the oneness of the Deutsche Zunge, the German speech, implied a oneness of spirit, of aims, and of duties; and the universal acceptance with which the song was received showed that the poet had struck a chord to which every Teutonic heart responded. \Vlit-n a nation is conquered by another, which would hold it in subjection, it has to be again conquered, especially if its character is essentially opposed to that of its conqueror, and the second conquest is often the more difficult of the two. To kill it effectually, its nationality must be killed, and this can be done only by killing its language; for it U through its language that its national prejudices, its loves and hates, and passions live. When this is not done, the old language, slowly dying out, if, indeed, it dies at T'HE SIGNIFICANCE OF WOEDS. 47 all, has time to convey the national traditions into the new language, thus perpetuating the enmities that keep the two nations asunder. We see this illustrated in the Irish language, which, with all the ideas and feelings of which that language is the representative and the vehicle, lias been permitted by the English government to die a lingering death of seven or eight centuries. The co- existence of two languages in a State, is one of the great- est misfortunes that can befall it. The settlement of townships and counties in our country, by distinct bodies of foreigners, is, therefore, a great evil; and a daily newspaper, with an Irish, German, or French prefix, or in a foreign language, is a perpetual breeder of national animosities, and an effectual bar to the Americanization of our foreign population. The languages of conquered peoples, like the serfs of the middle ages, appear to be glebae adscriptitiae, and to extirpate them, except by extirpating the native race itself, is an almost impossible task. Rome, though she con- quered Greece, could not plant her language there. The barbarians who overran the Roman Empire, adopted the languages of their new subjects; the Avars and Slaves who settled in Greece became Hellenized in language; the Northmen in France adopted a Romanic tongue; and the Germans in France and northern Italy, as well as the Goths in Spain, conformed to the speech of the tribes they had vanquished. It is asserted, on not very good authority, that William the Conqueror fatigued his ear and exhausted his patience, during the first years of his sovereignty, in trying to learn the Saxon language; but, failing, ordered the Saxons to speak Norman-French. He might as well have ordered his new subjects to walk on 48 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. their heads. Charles the Fifth, in all the plenitude of his power, could not have compelled all his subjects, Dutch, Flemish, German, Italian, Spanish, etc., to learn his language; he had to learn theirs, though a score in number, as had Charlemagne before him. England has maintained her dominion in the East for more than a hundred and fifty years, yet the mass of Hindoos know no more of her language than of the Greek. In the last century, Joseph II., of Austria, issued an edict that all his subjects, German, Slavonic, or Magyar, should speak and write one language, German; but the people recked his decree as little as did the sea that of Canute. Many of the provinces broke out into open rebellion; and the project was finally abandoned. The Venetians were for a long period under the Austrian yoke; but they spoke as pure Italian as did any of their independent countrymen, and they never detested their rulers more heartily than at the time of their deliverance. Were different languages spoken in the different sections of the United States, the task of allaying the bitter feeling of hostility at the South, which led to the late outbreak, and of fusing the citizens of the North and of the South into one homogeneous people, would be almost hopeless. A volume might be filled with illustrations of the power of words; but, great as is their power, and though, when nicely chosen, they have an intrinsic force, it is, after all, the man who makes them potent. As it was not the famous needle-gun, destructive as it is, which won the late Prussian victories, but the intelligence and discipline of the Prussian soldier, the man bi-liiml the gun, educated in the best common schools in the world, so it is the latent heat of character, the man THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 49 behind the words, that gives them momentum and pro- jectile force. The same words, coming from one person, are as the idle wind that kisses the cheeks; coming from another, they are the cannon-shot that pierces the target in the bull's-eye. The thing said is the same in each case; the enormous difference lies in the man who says it. The man fills out, crowds his words with meaning, and sends them out to do a giant's work; or he makes them void and nugatory, impotent to reach their destina- tion, or to do any execution should they hit the mark. The weight and value of opinions and sentiments depend oftentimes less upon their intrinsic worth than upon the degree in which they have been organized into the nature of the person who utters them; their force, less upon their inherent power than upon the latent heat stored away in their formation, which is liberated in their pub- lication. There is in character a force which is felt as deeply, and which is as irresistible, as the mightiest physical force, and which makes the plainest expressions of some men like consuming fire. Their words, instead of being the barren signs of abstract ideas, are the media through which the life of one mind is radiated into other minds. They inspire, as well as inform; electrify, as well as en- lighten. Even truisms from their lips have the effect of original perceptions; and old saws and proverbs, worn to shreds by constant repetition, startle the ear like brilliant fancies. Some of the greatest effects recorded in the his- tory of eloquence have been produced by words which, when read, strike us as tame and commonplace. White- field could thrill an audience by saying "Mesopotamia!" Even his interjections, his Ah! of pity and his Oh! of 3 50 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. encouragement for the sinner, were words of tremen- dous power, and formed a most potent engine in his pulpit artillery. Garrick used to say that he would give a hundred guineas if he could say Oh! as Whitefield did. Grattan said of the eloquence of Charles James Fox, that "every sentence came rolling like a wave of the Atlantic, three thousand miles long." Willis says that every word of Webster weighs a pound. College sopho- mores, newly-fledged lawyers, and representatives from Bunkumville, often display more fluency than the New Hampshire giant; but his words are to theirs as the roll of thunder to the patter of rain. What makes his argu- ment so ponderous and destructive to his opponents, is not its own weight alone, but in a great degree the added weight of his temper and constitution, the trip- hammer momentum with which he makes it fall upon the theory he means to crush. Even the vast mass of the man helped, too, to make his words impressive. " He carried men's minds, and overwhelmingly pressed his thought upon them, with the immense current of his physical energy." When the great champion of New England said, in the United States Senate, " There are Lexington and Concord and Bunker Hill, and there they will remain forever," it was the weight of character, and of all the associations connected with it, which changed that which, uttered by another, would have been the merest truism, into a lofty and memorable sentiment. The majesty of the utterance, which is said to have quickened the pulse even of " the great Nullifier," Calhoun, is due to the fact that it came from a mighty nature, which had weighed and felt all the meaning which those three spots represent in the stormy history of the world. THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 51 It was this which gave such prodigious power to the words of Chatham, and made them smite his adversaries like an electric battery. It was the haughty assumption of superiority, the scowl of his imperial brow, the omi- nous growl of his voice, " like thunder heard remote," the impending lightnings which seemed ready to dart from his eyes, and, above all, the evidence which these furnished of an imperious and overwhelming will, that abashed the proudest peers in the House of Lords, and made his words perform the office of stabs and blows. The same words, issuing from other lips, would have been as harmless as pop-guns. In reading the quotations from Chalmers, which are reported to have so overwhelmingly oppressed those who heard them, almost every one is disappointed. It is the creative individuality projected into the words that makes the entire difference between Kean or Kemble and the poorest stroller that murders Shakspeare. It is said that Macready never produced a more thrilling effect than by the simple words, "Who said that?" An acute American writer observes that when Sir Edward Coke, a man essen- tially commonplace in his intellect and prejudices, though of vast acquirement and giant force of character, calls Sir Walter Raleigh " a spider of hell," the metaphor may not seem remarkable; but it has a terrible significance when we see the whole roused might of Sir Edward Coke glaring through it.* What can be more effective than the speech of Thersites in the first book of the " Iliad " ? Yet the only effect was to bring down upon the speaker's shoulders the staff of Ulysses. Pope well observes that, had Ulysses made the same speech, the troops would have * " Literature and Life," by Edwin P. Whipple. 52 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. sailed for Greece that very night. The world considers not merely what is said, but who speaks, and whence he says it. " Let but a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens, how the style refines!" says the same poet of a servile race; and Euripides ex- presses the same belief in the efficacy of position and character when he makes Hecuba entreat tllysses to in- tercede for her; " for the arguments," says she, " which are uttered by men of repute, are very different in strength from those uttered by men unknown." The significance of the simplest epithet depends upon the character of the man that uses it. Let two men of different education, tastes, and habits of thought, utter the word " grand," and our sense of the word is modified ac- cording to our knowledge of the men. Mr. Whipple says truly that " there are no more simple words than 'green,' ' sweetness,' and ' rest,' yet what depth and intensity of significance shines in Chaucer's ' green '- what a still ecstasy of religious bliss irradiates ' sweetnr,' as it drops from the pen of Jonathan Edwards: what celes- tial repose beams from ' rest' as it lies on the page of Bar- row! The moods seem to transcend the resources of lan- guage; yet they are expressed in common words, transfig- ured, sanctified, imparadised by the spiritual vitality which streams through them." The same critic, in speaking of style as the measure of a writer's power, observes that " the marvel of Shakspeare's diction is its immense suggrst- iveness, his power of radiating through new verbal com- binations, or through single expressions, a life and meaning which they do not retain in their removal to dictionaries. When the thought is so subtle, or the emotion so evanescent, or the imagination so remote, that it cannot be flashed upon THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. 53 the ' inward eye,' it is hinted to the inward ear by some exquisite variation of tone. An American essayist on Shak- speare, Mr. Emerson, in speaking of the impossibility of acting or reciting his plays, refers to this magical sug- gestiveness in a sentence almost as remarkable as the thing it describes. 'The recitation,' he says, 'begins; one golden word leaps out immortal from all this painted pedantry, inn/ sweetly torments us with invitations to its own inaccessi- ble homes!' He who has not felt this witchery in Shak- speare's style has never read him. He may have looked at the words, but has never looked into them." The fact that words are never taken absolutely, that they are expressions, not simply of thoughts or feelings, but of natures, that they are media for the emission and transpiration of character, is one that cannot be too deeply pondered by young speakers and writers. Fluent young men who wonder that the words which they utter with such glibness and emphasis have so little weight with their hearers, should ask themselves whether their char- acters are such as to give weight to their words. As in engineering it is a rule that a cannon should be at least one hundred times heavier than its shot, so a man's character should be a hundred times heavier than what he says. When a La Place or a Humboldt talks of the " universe," the word has quite another meaning than when it is used by plain John Smith, whose ideas have never extended be- yond the town of Hull. So, when a man's friend gives him religious advice, and talks of " the solemn responsibilities of life," it makes a vast difference in the weight of the words whether they come from one who has been tried and proved in the world's fiery furnace, and whose whole life has been a trip-hammer to drive home what he says, or 54 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. from a callow youth who prates of that which he feels not, and testifies to things which are not realities to his own consciousness. There is a hollow ring in the words of the Cleverest man who talks of " trials and tribulations " which he has never felt. " Words," says the learned Selden, " must be fitted to a man's mouth. 'Twas well said by the fellow that was to make a speech for my Lord Mayor, that he desired first to take measure of his Lordship's mouth." We are accustomed to go to the dictionary for the mean- ing of words ; but it is life that discloses to us their signifi- cance in all the vivid realities of experience. It is the actual world, with its joys and sorrows, its pleasures and pains, that reveals to us their joyous or terrible meanings meanings not to be found in Worcester or Webster. Does the young and light-hearted maiden know the meaning of " sorrow," or the youth just entering on a business career understand the significance of the words " failure " and " protest " ? Go to the hod-carrier, climbing the many-storied building under a July sun, for the meaning of " toil " ; and, for a definition of " overwork," go to the pale seamstress who " In midnight's chill and murk Stitches her life into her work; Bending backwards from her toil, Lest her tears the silk might soil; Shaping from her hitter thought Heart' s-ease and forget-me-not; Satirizing her despair With the emblems woven there!" Ask the hoary-headed debauchee, bankrupt in purse, friends, and reputation, with disease racking every limb, for the definition of " remorse"; and go to the bedside of the invalid for the proper understanding of "health." Life, with its inner experience, reveals to us the tremendous force of THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS. *55 words, and writes upon our hearts the ineffaceable records of their meanings. Man is a dictionary, and human expe- rience the great lexicographer. Hundreds of human beings pass from their cradles to their graves who know not the force of the commonest terms ; while to others their terrible significance comes home .like an electric flash, and sends a thrill to the innermost fibres of their being. To conclude, it is one of the marvels of language, that out of the twenty plain elementary sounds of which the human voice is capable, have been formed all the articulate voices which, for six thousand or more years, have sufficed to express all the sentiments of the human race. Few as are these sounds, it has been calculated that one thousand million writers, in one thousand mill- ion years, could not write out all the combinations of the twenty-four letters of the alphabet, if each writer were daily to write out forty pages of them, and if each page should contain different orders of the twenty- four letters. Another remarkable fact is that the vocal organs are so constructed as to be exactly adapted to the properties of the atmosphere which conveys their sounds, while at the same time the organs of hearing are fitted to receive with pleasure the sounds conveyed. Who can estimate the misery that man would experience were his sense of hearing so acute that the faintest whisper would give him pain, and a peal of thunder strike him deaf or dead? " If Nature thunder'd in his opening ears, And stunn'd him with the magic of the spheres, How would he wish that Heaven had left him still, The whispering zephyr and the purling rill!" 56 WOEDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. CHAPTER II. THE MORALITY IN WORDS. Genus dicendi imitatur publicos mores. . . Non potest alius esse ingenio, alius anirao color. SENECA. The world is satisfied with words; few care to dive beneath the surface. PASCAL. Words are the signs and symbols of things; and as in account*, ciphers and symbols pass for real sums, so, in the course of human affairs, words and names pass for things themselves. ROBERT SOUTH. Woe to them that call evil good, and good evil. ISAIAH v. 30. E fact that a man's language is a part of his charac- -L ter, that the words he uses are an index to his mind and heart, must have been noted long before language was made a subject of investigation. " Discourse," says Quintilian, " reveals character, and discloses the secret dis- position and temper; and not without reason did the Greeks teach that as a man lived so would he speak." Prof* rt enim mores plerumque oratio, et animi secreta deter/it. \/ < sine causa Greed prodiderunt, ut vivat, quemque etiani dicci-f. When a clock is foul and disordered, its wheels warped or cogs broken, the bell-hammer and the hands will proclaim the fact; instead of being a guide, it will mislead, and, while the disorder continues, will continually betray its own infirmity. So when a man's mind is disordered or his heart corrupted, there will gather on his face and in his language an expression corresponding to the irregularities within. There is, indeed, a physiognomy in the speech as well as in the face. As physicians judge of the state of the body, so may we judge of the mind, by the tongue. Except under THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 57 peculiar circumstances, where prudence, shame, or delicacy, seals the mouth, the objects dearest to the heart, the pet words, phrases, or shibboleths, the terms expressing our strongest appetencies and antipathies, will rise most fre- quently to the lips; and Ben Jonson, therefore, did not exaggerate in saying that no glass renders a man's form and likeness so true as his speech. "As a man speaks, so he thinks; and as he thinketh in his heart, so is he." If a man is clear-headed, noble-minded, sincere, just, and pure in thought and feeling, these qualities will be symbolized in his words; and, on the other hand, if he has a confused habit of thought, is mean, grovelling, and hypo- critical, these characteristics will reveal themselves in his speech. The door-keeper of an alien household said to Peter, " Thou art surely a Galilean; thy speech bewrayeth thee" ; and so in spite of all masks and professions, in spite of his reputation, the essential nature of every person will stamp itself on his language. How often do the words and tones of a professedly religious man, who gives liberally to the church, prays long and loud in public, and attends rigidly to every outward observance, betray in some myste- rious way the utter worldliness of his character! How frequently do words uttered volubly, and with a pleasing elocution, affect us as mere sounds, suggesting only the hollo wness and unreality of the speaker's character! How often does the use of a single word flash more light upon a man's motives and principles of action, give a deeper insight into his habits of thought and feeling, than an entire biog- raphy! How often when a secret sorrow preys upon the heart, which we would fain hide from the world by a smiling face, do we betray it unconsciously by a trivial or parenthetical word ! Fast locked do we deem our Bluebeard 3* 58 WOKDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. chamber to be, the key and the secret of which we have in our own possession; yet all the time a crimson stream is flowing across the door-sill, telling of murdered hopes within. Out of the immense magazine of words furnished by our English vocabulary, embracing over a hundred thou- sand distinct terms, each man selects his own favorite expressions, his own forms of syntax, by a peculiar law which is part of the essential diiference between him and all other men; and in the verbal stock-in-trade of each in- dividual we should find, could it once be laid open to us, a key that would unlock many of the deepest mysteries of his humanity, many of the profoundest secrets of his pri- vate history. How often is a man's character revealed by the adjectives he uses! Like the inscriptions on a ther- mometer, these words of themselves reveal the tempera- ment. The conscientious man weighs his words as in a hair-balance; the boaster and the enthusiast employ ex- treme phrases, as if there were no degree but the super- lative. The cautious man uses words as the rifleman does bullets; he utters but few words, but they go to the mark like a gunshot, and then he is silent again, as if he were reloading. The dogmatist is known by his sweeping, em- phatic language, and the absence of all qualifying terms, such as " perhaps " and " it may be." The fact that the word "glory" predominates in all of Bonaparte's dispatches, while in those of his great adversary, Wellington, which fill twelve enormous volumes, it never once occurs not even after the hardest won victory, but " duty," " duty," is inva- riably named as the motive for every action, speaks volumes touching their respective characters. It was to work out the problem of self-aggrandizement that Napoleon devoted THE MORALITY IX WORDS. 59 all his colossal powers; and conscience, responsibility, and kindred terms, seem never to have found their way into his vocabulary. Men, with their physical and moral force, their bodily energies, and their passions, prejudices, delu- sions, and enthusiasms, were to him but as fuel to swell the blaze on the altar of that ambition of which he was at once the priest and deity. Of duties to them he never for a moment dreamed; for, from the hot May-day of Lodi to the autumnal night of Moscow, when he fled the flam- ing Kremlin, he' seemed unconscious that he was himself a created and responsible being. Dr. Arnold has strikingly shown how we may judge of a historian by his style, his language being an infallible index to his character. " If it is very heavy and cum- brous, it indicates either a dull man or a pompous man, or at least a slow and awkward man; if it be tawdry and full of commonplaces enunciated with great solemnity, the writer is most likely a silly man; if it be highly an- tithetical and full of unusual expressions, or artificial ways of stating a plain thing, the writer is clearly an affected man. If it be plain and simple, always clear, but never eloquent, the writer may be a very sensible man, but is too hard and dry to be a very great man. If, on the other hand, it is always elegant, rich in illustrations, and without the relief of simple and great passages, we must admire the writer's genius in a very high degree, but we may fear that he is too continually excited to have attained to the highest wisdom, for that is necessarily calm. In this manner the mere language of a historian will fur- nish us with something of a key to his mind, and will tell us, or at least give us cause to presume, in what his main strength lies, and in what he is deficient." 60 WORDS; THEIE USE AND ABUSE. As with individuals, so with nations: the language of a people is often a moral barometer, which marks with mar- vellous precision the rise or fall of the national life. The stock of words composing any language corresponds to the knowledge of the community that speaks it, and shows with what objects it is familiar, what generalizations it has made, what distinctions it has drawn, all its cognitions and rea- sonings, in the worlds of matter and of mind. "As our material condition varies, as our ways of life, our institu- tions, public and private, become other than they have been, all is necessarily reflected in our language. In these days of railroads, steamboats, and telegraphs, of sun pic- tures, of chemistry and geology, of improved wearing stuffs, furniture, styles of building, articles of food and luxury of every description, how many words and phrases are in everyone's mouth which would be utterly unintelligible to the most learned man of a century ago, were he to rise from his grave and walk our streets ! ... Language is ex- panded and contracted in precise adaptation to the cir- cumstances and needs of those who use it; it is enriched or impoverished, in every part, along with the enrichment or impoverishment of their minds."* Every race has its own organic growth, its own characteristic ideas and opinions, which are impressed on its political constitu- tion, its legislation, its manners and its customs, its modes of religious worship; and the expression of all these pecu- liarities is found in its speech. If a people is, as Milton said of the English, a noble and a puissant nation, of a quick, ingenious, and piercing spirit, acute to invent and subtile to discourse, its language will exhibit all these qualities ;. while, on the other hand, if it is frivolous and * " Language and the Study of Language," by W. D. Whitney. THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 61 low-thoughted, if it is morally bankrupt and dead to all lofty sentiments, its mockery of virtue, its inability to comprehend the true dignity and meaning of life, the feebleness of its moral indignation, will all inevitably be- tray themselves in its speech, as truly as would the oppo- site qualities of spirituality of thought and exaltation of soul. These discreditable qualities will find an utterance " in the use of solemn and earnest words in senses com- paratively trivial or even ridiculous; in the squandering of such as ought to have been reserved for the highest mysteries of the spiritual life, on slight and secular ob- jects; and in the employment, almost in jest and play, of words implying the deepest moral guilt." Could anything be more significant of the profound degradation of a people than the abject character of the complimentary and social dialect of the Italians, and the pompous appellations with which they dignify things in themselves insignificant, as well as their constant use of intensives and superlatives on the most trivial occasions? Is it not a notable fact that they, who for so long a time had no country, on whose altars the fires of patriotism have, till of late, burned so feebly, use the word pelle- 'inOj (foreign,) as a synonyme for " excellent "? Might we not almost infer a priori the servile condition to which,- previous to their late uprising, centuries of tyranny had reduced them, from the fact that with the same people, so many of whom are clothed in rags, a man of honor is " a well-dressed man"; that a virtuoso, or virtuous man, is one who is accomplished in music, painting, and sculpt- ure, arts which should be the mere embroidery, and not the web and woof, of a nation's life; that, in their mag- nificent indigence, they call a cottage with three or four 62 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. acres of land " a power " ; that they term every house with a large door tin palazzo (a palace), a lamb's fry itna cosa stupenda, (a stupendous thing), and that a message sent by a footman to his tailor through a scullion is "an embassy"? Let us not, however, infer the hopeless depravity of any people from the baseness of the tongue they have inherited, not chosen. It makes a vast difference, as Prof. Marsh justly observes, whether words expressive of noble thoughts and mighty truths do not exist in a language, or whether ages of soul-crushing tyranny have compelled their disuse and the employment of the baser part of the national vocabulary. The mighty events that have lately taken place in Italy " show that a tone of hypocrisy may cling to the tongue, long after the spirit of a nation is eman- cipated, and that where grand words are found in a speech, there grand thoughts, noble purposes, high resolves exist also, or, at least, the spark slumbers which a favoring breath may, at any moment, kindle into a cherishing and devouring flame."* A late writer calls attention to the fact that the French language, while it has such positive expressions as "drunk" and "tipsy," conveyed by ivre and gris, contains no such negative term as " sober." Sobre means always " temper- ate" or "abstemious," never the opposite condition to intoxication. The English, it is argued, drink enough to need a special illustrative title for a man who has not drunk; but though the Parisians began to drink alcohol freely during the sieges, the French " have never yet felt the necessity of forming any such curious subjective ap- pellation, consequently they have not got it." Again, the *" Lectures on the English Language." THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 63 French boast that they have no such word as bribe f as if this implied their exemption from that sin; and such, in- deed, may be the fact. But may not the absence of this word from their vocabulary prove, on the contrary, their lack of sensibility to the heinous nature of the offence, just as the lack of the word humility in the language of the Greeks, usually so rich in terms, proves that they lacked the thing itself, or as the fact that the same peo- ple had no word corresponding to the Latin ineptus, argues, as Cicero thought, not that the character designated by the word was wanting among them, but that the fault was so universal with them that they failed to recognize it as such? Is it not a great defect in a language that it lacks the words by which certain forms of baseness or sinfulness, in those who speak it, may be brought home to their con- sciousness? Can we properly hate or abhor any wicked act till we have given it a specific objective existence by giving it a name which shall at once designate and con- demn it? The pot-de-vin, and other jesting phrases which the French have coined to denote bribery, can have no effect but to encourage this wrong. What shall we think of the fact that the French lan- guage has no word equivalent to "listener"? Is it not a noteworthy circumstance, shedding light upon national character, that among thirty-seven million of talkers, no provision, except the awkward paraphrase celui qui ecoute (he who hears), should have been made for hearers? Is there any other explanation of this blank than the sup- position that every Frenchman talks from the pure love of talking, and not to be heard; that, reversing the pro- verb, he believes that " silence is silver, but talking is golden"; and that, not caring whether he is listened to 64 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. or not, he has never recognized that he has no name for the person to whom he chatters? Again, is it not remark- able that, among the French, bonhomme (a good man) is a term of contempt; that the fearful Hebrew word, " gehenna," has been condensed into gene, and means only a petty annoyance; and that Iwnnetete, which once meant honesty, now means only civility? It was in the latter half of the reign of Louis XIV. that the word honnete exchanged its primitive for its present meaning. Till then, according to good authority, when a man's descent was said to be honnete, he was complimented on the virtuous- ness of his progenitors, not reminded of the mediocrity of their condition; and when the same term was applied to his family, it was an acknowledgment that they be- longed to the middle ranks of society, not a suggestion that they were plebeians. Again: how significant is the fact that the French have no such words as "home," "comfort," "spiritual," and but one word for "love" and " like," compelling them to put Heaven's last gift to man on a par with an article of diet; as, "I love Julia,"- -"I love a leg of mutton"? Couple with these peculiarities of the language the circumstance that the French term x/>irituel means simply witty, with a certain quickness, delicacy, and versatility of mind,- and have you not a real insight into the national character? It is said that the word oftenest on a Frenchman's lips is la gloire, and next to that, perhaps, is hrilhtut brilliant. The utility of a feat or achievement in literature or science, in war or politics, surgery or mechanics, is of little moment in his eyes unless it also dazzles and excites surprise. It is said that Sir Astley COOJXT. tin' great British surgeon, on visiting the French capital, was THE MORALITY 1ST WORDS. 65 asked by the surgeon en chef of the empire how many times he had performed some feat of surgery that required a rare union of dexterity and nerve. He replied that he had performed the operation thirteen times. "Ah! but, Monsieur, I have performed him one hundred and sixty time. How many time did you save his life?" continued the curious Frenchman, as he saw the blank amazement of Sir Astley's face. " I," said the Englishman, " saved eleven out of the thirteen. How many did you save out of a hundred and sixty?" "Ah! Monsieur, I lose dem all; but de operation was very brillant!" The author of " Pickwick " tells us that in America the sign vocal for starting a coach, steamer, railway train, etc., is "Go Ahead!" while with John Bull the ritual form is "All Right!" and he adds that these two ex- pressions are perfect embodiments of the respective moods of the two nations. There is some exaggeration in this; yet the two phrases are, on the whole, vivid miniatures of John Bull and his restless brother, who sits on the safety- valve that he may travel faster, pours oil and rosin into his steam-furnaces, leaps from the cars before they have entered the depot, and who would hardly object to being fired oif from a cannon or in a bombshell, provided there were one chance in fifty of getting sooner to the end of his journey. Let us hope that the day may yet come when our " two-forty " people will exchange a little of their fiery activity for a bit of Bull's caution, and when our Yankee Herald's College, if we ever have one, may declare "All Eight!" to be the motto of our political escutcheon, with as much propriety as it might now inscribe "Go Ahead!" beneath that fast fowl, the annexing and screaming eagle, that hovers over the peaks of the Rocky Mountains, dips 66 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. its wings in two oceans, and has one eye on Cuba and the other on Quebec. A volume might be filled with illustrations of the truth that the language of nations is a mirror, in which may be seen reflected with unerring accuracy all the elements of their intellectual as well as of their moral character. What scholar that is familiar with Greek and Latin has failed to remark how indelibly the contrariety of char- acter in the two most civilized nations of antiquity is im- pressed on their languages, distinguished as is the one by exuberant originality, the other by innate poverty of thought? In the Greek, that most flexible and perfect of all the European tongues, the thought controls and shapes" the language; while the tyrannous objectivity of the Latin, rigid and almost cruel, like the nation whose voice it is, coerces rather than simply syllables the thought. The words of the latter, as Prof. Marsh remarks, are always "Sic volo, sic jubeo, stet pro ratkme voluntas"; and " it is almost as much by the imperatorial character of the language itself, the speech of masters, not of men, as by the commanding position of the people to whom it was vernacular, and of the church which saga- ciously adopted it, that it has so powerfully influenced the development and the existing tendencies of all modern European tongues, even of those which have borrowed the fewest words from it." It is a noteworthy fact that, as the Romans were the most majestic of nations, so theirs is the only ancient language that contains the word majesty, the Greek having nothing that exactly corresponds to it; and the Latin language is as majestic as were the Romans themselves. THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 67 While the Romans retained their early simplicity and nobility of soul, their language was full of power and truth; but when they became luxurious, sensual, and cor- rupt, their words degenerated into miserable and meaning- less counters, without intrinsic value, and serving only as a conventional medium of exchange. " In the pedantry of Statius, in the puerility of Martial, in the conceits of Seneca, in the poets who would go into emulous rapt- ures on the beauty of a lap-dog and the apotheosis of a eunuch's hair, we read the hand-writing of an empire's condemnation." Both the climate of a country and the mind of its people are revealed in its speech. " The mountain Greek has no tone of the soft Ionic. The Anglo-Saxon casts abroad in its short, stern, and solemn words, the awful- ness of the forests where it grew." It is said that in the South Sea Islands version of the New Testament there are whole chapters with no words ending in consonants, except the proper names of the original. Italian has been called the love-talk of the Roman without his armor. Fuller, contrasting the Italians and the Swiss, quaintly remarks that the former, " whose country is called the country of good words, love the circuits of courtesy, that an ambassador should not, as a sparrow-hawk, fly outright to his prey, and meddle presently with the matter in hand; but, with the noble falcon, mount in language, soar high, fetch compasses of compliment, and then in due time stoop to game, and seize on the business propounded. Clean con- trary the Switzers (who sent word to the king of France not to send them an ambassador with store of words, but a treasurer with plenty of money,) count all words quite out which are not straight on, have an antipathy against 68 WOBDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. eloquent language, the flowers of rhetoric being as offen- sive to them as sweet perfume to such as are troubled with the mother; yea, generally, great soldiers have their stomachs sharp set to feed on the matter; loathing long speeches, as wherein they conceive themselves to lose time, in which they could conquer half a country; and, counting bluntiress their best eloquence, love to be accosted in their own kind." It is in the idioms of a people, its peculiar turns of ex- pression, and the modifications of meaning which its bor- rowed words have undergone, that its distinctive genius is most strikingly seen. The forms of salutation used by dif- ferent nations are saturated with their idiosyncrasies, and of themselves alone essentially reveal their respective char- acters. How clearly is the innermost distinction between the Greek mind and the Hebrew brought out in the " Re- joice" of the one and the "Peace" of the other! How vividly are contrasted, in the two salutations, the sunny, world-enjoying temper of the one people with the profound religious feeling of the other! The formula of the robust, energetic, valiant Roman, with whom health was another name for happiness, was " Salve! " that is, " Be well," " Be strong." In the expression, " If God wills it, you are well," is betrayed the fatalism of the Arab; while the greeting of the Turk, " May your shadow never be less! " speaks of a sunny clime. In the hot, oppressive climate of Egypt, per- spiration is necessary to health, and you are asked, " How do you perspire ?" The Italian asks, "Comesta?" liter- ally, "How does he stand?" an expression originally refer- 'ring to the standing of the Lombard merchants in the mar- ket-place, and which seems to indicate that one's well-being or health depends on his business prosperity. The dreamy, THE MOKALITY IN WORDS. 69 meditative German, dwelling among abstractions, salutes you with the vague, impersonal, metaphysical, " Wie gehts?" "How goes it?" Another salutation which he uses is " Wie befinden sie sich?" literally, " How do they find themselves?" A born philosopher, he is so absent- minded, so lost in thought, that he thinks you cannot tell him of the state of your health till you have searched for and found it. The trading Hollander, who scours the world, asks, "How. do you go?" The thoughtful Swede inquires, " How do you think? " The Frenchman, who lives in oth- ers' eyes, and is more anxious about appearances than real- ities, who has never to hunt himself up like the German, and desires less to do, like the Anglo-Saxon, than to be lively, to show himself, says frankly, "Comment vous portez-vous? " "How do you carry yourself?" It has been said that a man would be owl-blind, who, in the " Hoo's a' wi' ye?" of the kindly Scot, could not perceive the mixture of national pawkiness with hospitable cordial- ity. " One sees, in the mind's eye, the canny chield, who would invite you to dinner, three days in the week, but who would look twice at your bill before he discounted it." What can be more unmistakably characteristic than the Irish peasant's "Long life to your honor; may you make your bed in glory!" .After such a grandiose salute, we need no mouser among the records of antiquity to certify to us that the Hibernian is of Oriental origin, nor do we need any other key to his peculiar vivacity and impression- ableness of feeling, his rollicking, daredevil, hyperbole-lov- ing enthusiasm. Finally, of all the national forms of salu- tation, the most signally characteristic, the one which reveals the very core, the inmost " heart of heart " of a 70 WORDS; THEIR USE AHD ABUSE. people, is the Englishman's " How do you do? " In these four little monosyllables the activity, the intense practical- ity of the Englishman, the very quintessence of his charac- ter, are revealed as by a lightning's flash. To do ! Not to think, to stand, to carry yourself, but to do ; and this doing is so universal among the English, its necessity is so com- pletely recognized, that no one dreams of asking whether you are doing, or what you are doing, but all demand, "How do you do? " It has been well observed by the learned German writer, J. D. Michaelis, that " some virtues are more sedulously cultivated by moralists, when the language has fit names for indicating them; whereas they are but superficially treated of, or rather neglected, in nations where such vir- tues have not so much as a name. Languages may obvi- ously do injury to morals and religion by their equivoca- tion; by false accessories, inseparable from the principal idea; and by their poverty." It is a striking fact, noted by an English traveler, that the native language of Van Diemen's Land has four words to express the idea of taking life, not one of which indicates the deep-lying distinction between to kill and to murder; while any word for love is wanting to it altogether. One of the most formidable ob- stacles which Christian missionaries have encountered in teaching the doctrines and precepts of the Gospel to the heathen, has been the absence from their languages of a spiritual and ethical nomenclature. It is in vain that the religious teachers of a people present to them a doctrinal or ethical system inculcating virtues and addressed to facul- ties, whose very existence their language, and consequently the conscious self-knowledge of the people, do not recog- nize. The Greeks and Romans, for example, had a clear THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 71 conception of a moral ideal, but the Christian idea of sin was utterly unknown to the Pagan mind. Vice they re- garded as simply a relaxed energy of the will, by which it yielded to the allurements of sensual pleasure ; and virtue, literally " manliness," was the determined spirit, the cour- age and vigor with which it resisted such temptations. But the idea of holiness and the antithetic idea of sin were such utter strangers to the Pagan mind that it would have been impossible to express them in either of the classical tongues of antiquity. As De Maistre has strik- ingly observed, man knew well that he could irritate God or a god, but not that he could offend him. The words crime and criminal belong to all languages: those of sin and sinner belong only to the Christian tongue. For a similar reason, man could always call God father, which expresses only a relation of creation and of power ; but no man, of his own strength, could say my father! for this is a relation of love, foreign even to Mount Sinai, and which belongs only to Calvary. Again the Greek language, as we have already seen, had no term for the Christian virtue of humility; and when the apostle Paul coined one for it, he had to em- ploy a root conveying the idea, not of self-abasement before a just and holy God, but of positive debasement and meanness of spirit. On the other hand, there is a word in our own tongue which, as De Quincey observes, cannot be rendered adequately either by German or Greek, the two richest of human languages, and without which we should all be disarmed for one great case, continually recurrent, of social enormity. It is the word humbug. "A vast mass of villainy, that cannot otherwise be reached by legal penalties, or brought within the rhetoric of scorn, 72 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. would go at large with absolute impunity, were it not through the stern Rhadamanthian aid of this virtuous and inexorable word." There is no way in which men so often become the victims of error as by an imperfect understanding of cer- tain words which are artfully used by their superiors. Cynicism is seldom shallower than when it sneers at what it contemptuously calls the power of words over the popu- lar imagination. If men are agreed about things, what, it is asked, can be more foolish than to dispute about names? But while it is true that in the physical world things domi- nate over names, and are not at the mercy of a shifting vocabulary, yet in the world of ideas, of history, philoso- phy, ethics, and poetry, words triumph over things, are even equivalent to things, and are as truly the living organ- ism of thought as the eyes, lips, and entire physiognomy of a man, are the media of the soul's expression. Hence words are the only certain test of thought ; so much so, that, as one has well said, we often stop short in the midst of an asser- tion, an exclamation, or a request, startled by the form it assumes in words. Thus, in Shakspeare, King John says to Hubert, who pleaded his sovereign's order for putting the young prince to death, that, if 5nftead of receiving the order in signs, " Thou Hadst bid me tell my tale in express words, Deep shame had struck me dumb." Words are often not only the vehicle of thought, but the very mirror in which we see our ideas, and behold the beauty or ugliness of our inner selves. A volume might be written on the mutual influence of language and opinion, showing that the opinion we enter- tain of an object does not more powerfully influence the THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 73 mind in applying to it a name or epithet, than the epithet or name influences the opinion. Call thunder " the bolt of God's wrath," and you awaken a feeling of terror; call it, with the German peasant, das liebe gewitter (the dear thun- der), and you excite a different emotion. As the forms in which we clothe the outward expression of our feelings react with mighty force upon the heart, so our speculative opinions are greatly confirmed or invalidated by the tech- nical terms we employ. Fiery words, it has been truly remarked, are the hot blast that inflames the fuel of our passionate nature, and formulated doctrine a hedge that confines the discursive wanderings of the thoughts. The words that have helped us to conquer the truth, often become the very tyrants of our convictions; and phrases once big with meaning are repeated till they " ossify the very organs of intelligence." False or partial definitions often lead into dangerous errors; an impassioned polemic falls a victim to his own logic, and a wily advocate becomes the dupe of his own rhetoric. Words, in short, are excellent servants, but the most tyrannical of masters. Some men command them, but a vast majority are commanded by them. There ar.e words which have exercised a more iron rule, swayed with a more despotic power, than Ca?sar or the Eussian Czar. Often an idle word has conquered a host of facts; and a mistaken theory, embalmed in a widely-received word, has retarded for centuries the progress of knowledge. Thus the pro- tracted opposition in France to the Newtonian theory arose chiefly from the influence of the word "attraction"; the contemptuous misnomer, "Gothic," applied to northern mediaeval architecture, perpetuated the dislike with which it was regarded; and the introduction of the term "landed 4 74 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. proprietor " into Bengal, caused a disorganization of society which had never been caused by its most barbarous in- vaders. Macaulay, in his " History of England,'' mentions a cir- cumstance strikingly illustrative of the connection between language and opinion, that no large society of which the language is not Teutonic has ever turned Protestant, and that wherever a language derived from ancient Rome is spoken, the religion of modern Rome to this day prevails. " Men believe," says Bacon, " that their reason is lord over their words, but it happens, too, that words exercise a recip- rocal and reactionary power over the intellect. . . Words, as a Tartar's bow, do shoot back upon the understanding of the wisest, and mightily entangle and pervert the judg- ment." Not only every language, but every age, has its charmed words, its necromantic terms, which give to the cunning speaker who knows how to ring the changes upon them, instant access to the hearts of men, as at " Open Sesame!" the doors of the cave flung themselves open to the thieves in the Arabian tale. " There are words," says Balzac, " which, like the trumpets, cymbals, and bass-drums of mountebanks, attract the public ; the words ' beauty,' ' glory,' ' poetry,' have witcheries that seduce the grossest minds." At the utterance of the magic names of Auster- litz and Marengo, thousands have rushed to a forlorn hope, and met death at the cannon's mouth. South, in his eloquent sermons on " The Fatal Impos- ture and Force of Words," observes that anyone who wishes to manage " the rabble," need never inquire, so long as they have ears to hear, whether they have any understanding whereby to judge. With two or three popular, empty words, well-tuned and humored, he may THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 75 whistle them backward and forward, upward and down- ward, till he is weary; and get upon their backs when he is so. When Caesar's army mutinied, no argument from interest or reason could persuade them; but upon his addressing them as Quirites, the tumult was instantly hushed, and they took that word in payment of all. " In the thirtieth chapter of Isaiah we find some arrived at that pitch of sottishness, and so much in love with their own ruin, as to own plainly and roundly say what they would be at. In the tenth verse, 'Prophesy not unto us,' say they, ' right things, but prophesy to us smooth things.' As if they had said, ' Do but oil the razor for us, and let us alone to cut our own throats.' Such an enchantment is there in words; and so fine a thing does it seem to some to be ruined plausibly, and to be ushered to destruction with panegyric and acclamation: a shame- ful, though irrefragable argument of the absurd empire and usurpation of words over things ; and that the greatest affairs and most important interests of the world are car- ried on by things, not as they are, but as they are called." The Romans, after the expulsion of Tarquin, could not brook the idea of being governed by a king; yet they submitted to the most abject slavery under an emperor. Cromwell was too sagacious to disgust the republicans by calling himself King, though he doubtless laughed grimly in his sleeve as, under the title of Lord Protector, he exercised all the regal functions. We are told by Saint Simon that at the court of the grand monarch, Louis XIV., gambling was so common that even the ladies took part in it. The gentlemen did not scruple to cheat at cards; but the ladies had a peculiar tenderness on the subject. No lady could for a moment think of retaining 76 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. such unrighteous gains; the moment they were touched, they were religiously given away. But then, we niusl add, the gift was always made to some other winner of her own sex. By carefully avoiding the words " inter- change of winnings," the charming casuists avoided all self-reproach, and all sharp censure by their discreet and lenient confessors. There are sects of Christians at the present day that protest vehemently against a hired min- istry; yet their preachers must be warmed, fed and clothed by " donation parties," like the snob-gentleman in Mo- liere, whose father was no shop-keeper, but kindly chose goods for his friends, which he let them have for money. Party and sectarian leaders know that the great secret of the art of swaying the people is to invent a good shib- boleth or battle-cry, to be dinned continually in their ears. Persons familiar with British history will remember cer- tain talismanic vocables, such as " Wilkes and Liberty," the bare utterance of which has been sufficient at times to set a whole population in a flame; while the solemn and sepulchral cadences in which Pitt repeated the cuckoo song of " thrones and altars," " anarchy and dissolution of social order," were more potent arguments against revo- lution than the most perfect syllogism that was ever con- structed in mood and figure. So in our own country this verbal magic has been found more convincing than arguments in " Barbara " or " Baralipton." Patriots and demagogues alike have found that it was only necessary. in South's phrase, to take any passion of the people, when it was predominant and just at the critical height of it, " and nick it with some lucky or unlucky word," and they might " as certainly overrule it to their own purpose as a spark of fire, falling upon gunpowder, will infallibly THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 77 blow it up." " Free Trade and Sailors' Rights," " No More Compromise," " The Higher Law," " The Irrepres- sible Conflict," " Squatter Sovereignty," and other similar phrases, have roused and moved the public mind as much as the pulpit and the press. Gouyerneur Morris, in his Parisian journal of 1789, tells an anecdote which strikingly illustrates this influence of catch-words upon the popular mind. A gentleman, in walking, came near to a knot of people whom a street ora- tor was haranguing on the power of a qualified veto (veto suspensif) which the constituent assembly had just granted to the king. " Messieurs," said the orator, " we have not a supply of bread. Let me tell you the reason. It has been but three days since the king obtained this qualified veto, and during that time the aristocrats have bought up some of these suspensions, and carried the grain out of the king- dom." To this profound discourse the people assented by loud cheers. Not only shibboleths, but epithets, are often more convincing than syllogisms. The term Utopian or Quixotic, associated in the minds of the people with any measure, even the wisest and most practicable, is as fatal to it as what some one calls the poisonous sting of the Ameri- can humbug. So in theology; false doctrines and true doctrines have owed their currency or non-currency, in a great measure, to the coinage of happy terms, by which they have been summed up and made attractive or offensive. Trench observes that " the entire secret of Buddhism is in the 'Nir- vana.' Take away the word, and it is not too much to say that the keystone to the whole arch is gone." When the Roman Catholic church coined the term " transubstantia- tion," the error which had so long been held in solution 78 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. was precipitated, and became henceforth a fixed and influ- ential dogma. What a potent watchword was the term "Reformation," in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries! Who can estimate the influence of the phrases " Broad Church," " Liberal Church," " Close Communion," in ad- vancing or retarding the growth of certain religious sects at this day? Even the most " advanced thinkers," who reject the supernatural element of the Bible, put all reli- gions upon the same level, and deem Shakspeare as truly inspired as the Apostles, style themselves " Christians." Even in science happy names have had much to do with the general reception of truth. " Hardly any original thoughts on mental or social subjects," says a writer, " ever make their way among mankind, or assume their proper proportions even in the minds of their inventors, until aptly selected words or phrases have, as it were, nailed them down and held them fast." How much is the study of the beautiful science of botany hindered by such " lexi- cal superfetations " as "chrysanthemum leukanthemum," " Myosotis scorpioeides " (scorpion-shaped mouse's ear); and how much is that of astronomy promoted by such popular terms as "the bear," "the serpent," "the milky way"! How much knowledge is gathered up in the compact and easily remembered phrase, "correlation of forces"; and to what an extent the wide diffusion of Darwin's speculations is owing to two or three felicitous and comprehensive terms, such as " the struggle for existence," " survival of the fittest," " the process of natural selection"! Who that has felt the painfulness of doubt has not desired to know something of "the positive philosophy" of Comte? On the other hand, the well-known anatomist, Professor Owen, complains with just reason of the embarrassments produced THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 79 in his science by having to use a long description instead of a name. Thus a particular bone is called by Soemmering " pars occipitalis stricte sic dicta partis occipitalis ossis spheno-occipitalis," a description so clumsy that only the direst necessity would lead one to use it. Even great authors, who are supposed to have " sov- ereign sway and masterdom " over words, are often be- witched and led captive by them. Thus Southey, Cole- ridge and Wordsworth were bent on establishing their Pantesocracy on the banks of the Susquehanna, not because they knew anything of that locality, but because Sus- quehanna was " such a pretty name." Again, to point an epigram or give edge to a sarcasm, a writer will stab a rising reputation as with a poniard; and even when con- victed of misrepresentation, will sooner stick to the lie than part with a jeu < esprit, or forego a verbal felicity. Thus Byron, alluding to Keats's death, which was sup- posed to have been caused by Giftbrd's savage criticism in the "Quarterly," said: " Strange that the soul, that very fiery particle, Should let Itself be snufied out by an article! " Though he was afterwards informed of the untruth of these lines, Byron, plethoric as he was with poetic wealth and wit, could not willingly let them die ; and so the witticism yet remains to mislead and provoke the laugh- ter of his readers. Again: there are authors who, to meet the necessities of rhyme, or to give music to a period, will pad out their sentences with meaningless expletives. They employ words as carpenters put false windows into houses ; not to let in light upon their meaning, but for symmetry. Or, per' haps, they imagine that a certain degree of distension of 80 WOKDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. the intellectual stomach is required to enable it to act with its full powers, just as some of the Russian peas- antry mix sawdust with the train-oil they drink, or as hay and straw are given to horses, as well as corn, to supply the necessary bulk. Thus Dr. Johnson, imitating Juvenal, says: " Let observation, with extensive view, Survey mankind from China to Peru." This, a lynx-eyed critic contended, was equivalent to saying: "Let observation, with extensive observation, ob- serve mankind extensively." If the Spartans, as we are told, fined a citizen because he used three words where two would have done as well, how would they have pun- ished such prodigality of language? It -is an impressive truth which has often been noticed by moralists that indulgence in verbal vice speedily leads to corresponding vices in conduct. If a man talk of any mean, sensual, or criminal practice in a familiar or flippant tone, the delicacy of his moral sense is almost sure to be lessened, he loses his horror of the vice, and, when tempted to do the deed, he is far more likely to yield. Many a man, without dreaming of such a result, has thus talked himself into vice, into sensuality, and even into ruin. " Bad language," says an able divine, " easily runs into bad deeds. Select any iniquity you please; suffer yourself to converse in its dialect, to use its slang, to speak in the character of one who approves or relishes it, and I need not tell you how soon your moral sense may lower down its level." The apostle James was so impressed with the significance of speech that he regarded it as an un- erring sign of character. "If any man offend not in word," he declares, " the same is a perfect man, and able THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 81 also to bridle the whole body." Again he declares that "the tongue is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison"; commenting upon which, Rev. F. W. Robertson observes: " The deadliest poisons are those for which no test is known; there are poisons so destructive that a single drop insinuated into the veins produces death in three seconds. . . In that drop of venom which distils from the sting of the smallest insect or the spikes of the nettle- leaf, there is concentrated the quintessence of a poison so subtle that the microscope cannot distinguish it, and yet so virulent that it can inflame the blood, irritate the whole constitution, and convert night and day into restless mis- ery." So, he adds, there are words of calumny and slan- der, apparently insignificant, yet so venomous and deadly that they not only inflame hearts and fever human exist- ence, but poison human society at the very fountain springs of life. It was said with the deepest feeling of the utter- ers of such words, by one who had smarted under their sting: "Adders' poison is under their lips." Who can estimate the amount of misery which has been produced in society by merely idle words, uttered without malice, and by words uttered in jest? A poet, whose name is unknown to us, has vividly painted the effects of such utterances : "A frivolous word, a sharp retort, A flash from a passing cloud, Two hearts are scathed to their inmost core, Are ashes and dnst forevermore; Two faces turn to the crowd, Masked by pride with a lifelong lie, To hide the scars of that agony. "A frivolous word, a sharp retort, An arrow at random sped; It has cut in twain the mystic tie 4* 82 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. That had bound two souls in harmony, Sweet love lies bleeding or dead. A poisoned shaft with scarce an aim, Has done a mischief sad as shame." It was one of the virtues of George Washington that he knew how to be silent. John Adams said he had the most remarkable mouth he had ever seen; for he had the art of controlling his lips. One of the rules of conduct to which David Hume inflexibly adhered, was never to reply to any attack made upon him or his writings. It was creditable to him that he had no anxiety to have " the last word,"- that which in family circles has been pronounced to be " the most dangerous of infernal machines." It is not, however, in the realm of literature and morals only that the power of words is seen. Who is ignorant of their sway in the world of politics? Is not fluency of speech, in many communities, more than statesmanship? Are not brains, with a little tongue, often far less potent than "tongue with a garnish of brains"? Need any one be told that a talent for speech-making has stood in place of all other acquirements; that it is this which has made judges without law, and diplomatists without French; which has sent to the army brigadiers who knew not a cannon from a mortar, and to the legislature men who could not tell a bank-note from a bill of exchange; which, according to Macaulay, made a Foreign Minister of Mr. Pitt, who never opened Vattel, and which was near making a Chan- cellor of the Exchequer of Mr. Sheridan, who could not work a sum in long division? " To be a man of the world," says Corporal Bunting, a character in one of Bulwer's novels, " you must know all the ins and outs of speechify- ing. It's words that make another man's mare go your road. Augh ! that must have been a clever man as invented THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 83 language. It is a marvel to think how much a man does in the way of cheating, if he only has the gift of the gab; wants a missus, talks her over ; wants your horse, talks you out of it; wants a place, talks himself into it. . . Words make even them 'ere authors, poor creatures, in every man's mouth. Augh ! sir, take note of the words, and the things will take care of themselves." It is true that " lying words " are not always responsible for the mischief they do; that they often rebel and growl audibly against the service into which they are pressed, and testify against their task- masters. The latent nature of a man struggles often through his own words, so that even truth itself comes blasted from his lips, and vulgarity, malignity, and littleness of soul, however anxiously cloaked, are betrayed by the very phrases and images of their oppo- sites. " A satanic drop in the blood," it has been said, " makes a clergyman preach diabolism from scriptural texts, and a philanthropist thunder hate from the rostrum of reform." * But though the truth often leaks out through the most hypocritical words, it is yet true that they are successfully employed, as decoy-ducks, to deceive, and the dupes who are cheated by them are legion. There are men fond of abstractions, whom words seem to enter and take possession of, as their lords and owners. Blind to every shape but a shadow, deaf to every sound but an echo, they invert the legitimate order, and regard things as the sym- bols of words, not words as the symbols of things. There is, in short, "a besotting intoxication which this verbal magic, if I may so call it, brings upon the mind of man. . . Words are able to persuade men out of what they find and feel, to reverse the very impressions of sense, and to amuse * " Literature and Life," by Edwin P. Whipple. 84 WORDS ; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. men with fancies and paradoxes, even in spite of nature and experience." * All who are familiar with Dickens will recollect the reply of the shrewd Samuel Weller, when asked the meaning of the word monomania: " When a poor fellow takes a piece of goods from a shop, it is called theft; but if a wealthy lady does the same thing, it is called monomania." There is biting satire as well as naivete and dry humor in the reply, and it strikingly shows the moral power of language; how the same act may be made to appear in wholly different lights, according to the phraseology used to describe it. The same character may be made to look as spotless as an angel, or as black as " the sooty spirits that troop under Acheron's flag," through the lubricity of language. " Timidus, says Seneca, " se cautum vocat; sordidus, parcum" Thousands who would shrink back with disgust or horror from a vice which has an ugly name, are led " first to endure, then pity, then embrace," when men have thrown over it the mantle of an honorable appellation. A singular but most in- structive dictionary might be compiled by taking one after another the honorable and the sacred words of a language, and showing for what infamies, basenesses, crimes, or follies, each has been made a pretext. Is there no meaning in the fact that, among the ancient Romans, the same word was employed to designate a crime and a great action, and that a softened expression for "a thief" was " a man of three letters" (f. u. r.)? Does it make no difference in our esti- mate of the gambler and his profession, whether we call him by the plain, unvarnished Saxon " blackleg," or by the French epithet, "industrious chevalier"? Can any one doubt that in Italy, when poisoning was rifest, the crime *8outh'8 Sermons. THE MORALITY IX WORDS. 85 was fearfully increased by the fact that, in place of this term, not to be breathed in ears polite, the death of some- one was said to be " assisted"? Or can any one doubt the moral effect of a similar perversion of words in France, when a subtle poison, by which impatient heirs delivered themselves from persons who stood between them and the inheritance they coveted, was called "succession powder"? Juvenal indignantly denounces the polished Romans for relieving the consciences of rich criminals by softening the names of their crimes; and Thucydides, in a well-known passage of his history, tells how the morals of the Greeks of his day were sapped, and how they concealed the na- tional deterioration, by perversions of the customary mean- ings of words. Unreasoning rashness, he says, passed as " manliness " and " esprit de corps," and prudent caution for specious cowardice; sobermindedness was a mere "cloak for effeminacy," and general prudence was " inefficient inertness." The Athenians, at one time, were adepts in the art of coining agreeable names for disagreeable things. "Taxes" they called "subscriptions" or "contributions"; the prison was "the house"; the executioner a "public servant"; and a general abolition of debt was "a disbur- dening ordinance." Devices like these are common to all countries; and in our own, especially, one is' startled to see what an amount of ingenuity has been expended in perfecting this " devil's vocabulary," and how successful the press has been in its efforts to transmute acts of wickedness into mere peccadilloes, and to empty words employed in the condemnation of evil, of the depth and earnestness of the moral reprobation they convey. Some time ago a Wisconsin clergyman, being detected in stealing books from a bookstore, confessed the truth, 86 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. and added that he left his former home in New Jersey under disgrace for a similar theft. This fact a New York paper noted under the head of "A Peculiar Misfortune.'' About the same time a clerk in Richmond. Va., being sent to deposit several hundreds of dollars in a bank, ran away with the money to the North. Having been pursued, overtaken, and compelled to return the money, he was spoken of by " the chivalry " as the young man " who had lately met with an accident." Is it not an alarming sign of the times, when, in the Legislature of one of our largest Eastern States, a member declares that he has been asked by another member for his vote, and told that he would get "five hundred reasons for giving it"; thus making the highest word in our language, that which signifies divinely- given power of discrimination and choice, the synonyme of bribery? Perhaps no honorable term in the language has been more debased than " gentleman." Originally the word meant a man born of a noble family, or gens, as the Romans called it; but as such persons were usually possessed of wealth and leisure, they were generally distinguished by greater refinement of manners than the working clash's, and a more tasteful dress. As in the course of ages their riches and legal privileges diminished, and the gulf which separated them from the citizens of the trading towns was bridged by the increasing wealth and power of the latter, the term " gentleman " came at last to denote indiscrim- inately all persons who kept up the state and observed the social forms which had once characterized men of rank. To-day the term has sunk so low that the acutest lexicog- rapher would be puzzled to tell its meaning. Not only does every person of decent exterior and deportment as- THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 87 sume to be a gentleman, but the term is applied to the vilest criminals and the most contemptible miscreants, as well as to the poorest and most illiterate persons in the community. In aristocratic England the artificial distinctions of so- ciety have so far disappeared that even the porter who lounges hi his big chair, and condescends to show you out, is " the gentleman in the hall " ; Jeames is the " gentleman in uniform " ; while the valet is the " gentleman's gentle- man.'' Even a half a century ago, George IV., who was so ignorant that he could hardly spell, and who in heart and soul was a thorough snob, was pronounced, upon the ground of his grand and suave manners, " the first gentle- man of Europe." But in the United States the term has been so emptied of its original meaning, especially in some of the Southern States, where society has hardly emerged from a feudal state, and where men who shoot each other in a street fray still babble of being " born gen- tlemen," and of " dying like gentlemen," that most per- sons will think it is quite time for the abolition of " that heartless conventionality, that absurd humbug and barba- rian, the gentleman." Cowper declared, a hundred years ago, in regard to duelling: "A gentleman Will not insult me, and no other can." A Southern newspaper stated some years ago that a u gen- tleman" was praising the town of Woodville, Mississippi, and remarked that " it was the most quiet, peaceable place he ever saw; there was no quarrelling or rowdyism, no fighting about the streets. If a gentleman insulted an- other, he was quietly shot down, and there was the last of it." The gentle Isaiah Rynders, who acted as Marshal at 88 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. the time the pirate Hicks was executed in New York, had doubtless similar notions of gentility; for, after con- versing a moment with the culprit, he said to the by- standers: " I asked the gentleman if he desired to address the audience, but he declined." In a similar spirit Booth, the assassin, when he was surrounded in the barn, where he was shot like a beast, offered to pledge his word " as a gentleman" to come out and try to shoot one or two of his captors. The Duke of Saxe-Weimar states that when he visited the United States about fifty years ago, he was asked by a hackman: "Are you the man that's going to ride with me; for I am the gentleman that's to drive?" When a young man becomes a reckless spendthrift, how easy it is to gloss over his folly by talking of his " generosity," his " big-heartedness," and " contempt for trifles"; or, if he runs into the opposite vice of miserly niggardliness, how convenient to dignify it by the terms " economy " and " wise forecast of the future " ! A man with a good income becomes extravagant in his expendi- tures, and contracts hundreds of debts, which he fails tn liquidate, for fine furniture and clothes, fast horses and champagne suppers; or, perhaps, he deliberately fails in business, and swindles his victims out of fifty or a hun- dred thousand dollars: who, even of the sufferers, can be so cruel as to pronounce him a " scoundrel," when he was manifestly only " a little fast," or there was merely "a confusion in his affairs"? Many a man has blown out another's brains in "an affair of honor," who, if accused of murder, would have started back with horror. Many a person stakes his all on a public stock, or sells wheat or corn which he dot's not possess, in the expectation of a speedy fall, who would THE MORALITY IX WORDS. 89 be thunderstruck if told that, while considering himself only a shrewd speculator, he was, in everything save decency of appearance, on a par with the haunter of a " hell," and as much a gambler as if he were staking his money on " rouge-et-noir " or " roulette/' Hundreds of officials have been tempted to defraud the government by the fact that the harshest term applied to the offense is the rose-water one, " defaulting " ; and men have plotted without compunction the downfall of the government, and plundered its treasury, as " secessionists," who would have expected to dangle at the rope's end, or to be shot down like dogs, had they regarded themselves as rebels or trai- tors. So Pistol objected to the odious word steal " con- vey, the wise it call." There are multitudes of persons who can sit for hours at a festive table, gorging them- selves, Gargantua-like, " with links and chitterlings," and guzzling whole bottles of champagne, under the impres- sion that they are "jolly fellows," "true epicureans," and " connoisseurs in good living," whose cheeks would tingle with indignation and shame if they were accused, in point-blank terms, of vices so disgusting as intemperance or gluttony. " I *am not a slut," boasts Audrey, in "As You Like It," " though I thank the gods I am foul." Of all classes of men whose callings tempt them to juggle with words, none better than auctioneers under- stand how much significance lies in certain shades of expression. It is told of Eobins, the famous London auctioneer, who in selling his wares revelled in an ' ori- ental luxury of expression, that in puffing an estate he described a certain ancient gallows as " a hanging wood." At another time, having made the beauties of the earthly paradise which he was commissioned to sell too gorgeously 90 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. enchanting, and finding it necessary to blur it by a fault or two, lest it should prove " too good for human nature's daily food, the Hafiz of the mart paused a moment, and reluctantly added: "But candor compels me to add, gen- tlemen, that there are two drawbacks to this splendid property, the litter of the rose-leaves and the noise of I he nightingales.' 1 ' 1 It is hardly possible to estimate the mischief which is done to society by the debasement of its language in the various ways we have indicated. When the only words we have by which to designate the personifications of nobleness, manliness, courtesy and truth are systemat- ically applied to all that is contemptible and vile, who can doubt that these high qualities themselves will ulti- mately share in the debasement to which their proper names are subjected? Who does not see how vast a dif- ference it must make in our estimate of any species of wickedness, whether we are wont to designate it, arid to hear it designated, by some word which brings out its hatefulness, or by one which palliates and glosses over ils foulness and deformity? How much better to character- ize an ugly thing by an ugly word, tha/t expresses moral condemnation and disgust, even at the expense of some coarseness, than to call evil good and good evil, to put darkness for light, and light for darkness, by the use of a term that throws a veil of sentiment over a sin? In reading the literature of former days, we are shocked occasionally by the bluntness and plain-speaking of our fathers; but even their coarsest terms, the "naked words, stript from their shirts," in which they denounced liber- tinism, were far less hurtful than the ceremonious delicacy which has taught men to abuse each other with the ut- THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 91 most politeness, to hide the loathsomeness of vice, and to express the most indecent ideas in the most modest terms. It has been justly said that the corrupter of a language stabs straight at the very heart of his country. He com- mits a crime against every individual of a nation,- for he poisons a stream from which all must drink; and the poison is more subtle and more dangerous, because more likely to escape detection, than the deadliest venom with which the destructive philosophy of our day is assailing the moral or the religious interests of humanity. " Let the words of a country," sa} 7 s Milton in a letter to an Italian scholar, "be in part unhandsome and offensive in themselves, in part debased by wear and wrongly uttered, and what do they declare but, by no light indication, that the inhabitants of that country are an indolent, idly- yawning race, with minds already long prepared for any amount of servility?" Sometimes the spirit which governs employers or em- ployed, and other classes of men, in their mutual relations, is indicated by the names they give each other. Some years ago the Legislature of Massachusetts made a law requiring that children of a certain, age employed in the factories of that State, should be sent to school a certain number of weeks in the year. While visiting the factories to ascertain whether this wise provision of the State gov- ernment was complied with, an officer of the State inquired of the agent of one of the principal factories at New Bedford, whether it was the custom to do anything for the physical, intellectual, or moral welfare of the work- people. The answer would not have b.een out of place in the master of a plantation, or the captain of a coolie ship : " We never do ; as for myself, I regard my work-people 92 WORDS; THEIB USE AND ABUSE. as I regard my machinery. , . They must look out for themselves, as I do for myself. When my machinery gets old and useless, I reject it and get new; and these people are a part of my machinery.'' Another agent in another part of 'the State replied to a similar question: ''That he used his mill-hands as he used his horse- as long as he was in good condition and rendered good service, he treated him well; otherwise he got rid of him as soon as he could, and what became of him afterward was no affair of his." But we need not multiply illustrations to show the moral power of words. As the eloquent James Martineau says: " Power they certainly have. They are alive with sweetness, with terror, with pity. They have eyes to look at you with strangeness or with response. They are even creative, and can wrap a world in darkness for us, or flood it with light. But in all this, they are not signs of the weakness of humanity; they are the very crown and blos- som of its supreme strength; and the poet whom this faith possesses will, to the end of time, be master of the critic whom it deserts. The whole inner life of men moulds the forms of language, and is moulded by them in turn; and as surely pines when they are rudely treated as the plant whose vessels you bruise or try to replace with artificial tubes. The grouping of thought, the musical scale of feeling, the shading and harmonies of color in the spec- trum of imagination, have all been building, as it were, the molecules of speech into their service; and if you heed- lessly alter its dispositions, pulverize its crystals, fix its elastic media, and turn its transparent into opaque, you not only disturb expression, you dislodge the very things to be expressed. And in proportion as the idea or senti- ment thus turned adrift is less of a mere personal char- THE MORALITY IN WORDS. 93 acteristic, and has been gathering and shaping its elements from ages of various aft'ection and experience, does it be- come less possible to replace it by any equivalents, or dispense with its function by any act of will." To conclude: there is one startling fact connected with words, which should make all men ponder what they utter. Not only is every wise and every idle word recorded in the book of divine remembrance, but modern science has shown that they produce an abiding impression on the globe we inhabit. The pulsations of the air, once set in motion, never cease; its waves, raised by each sound, travel the entire round of earth's and ocean's surface; and, in less than twenty-four hours, every atom of atmosphere takes up the altered movement resulting from that sound. The air itself is one vast library, on whose pages are written in imperishable characters all that man has spoken, or even whispered. Not a word that goes from the lips into the air can ever die, until the atmosphere which wraps our huge globe in its embrace has passed away forever, and the heavens are no more. There, till the heavens are rolled together as a scroll, will still live the jests of the profane, the curses of the ungodly, the scoffs of the atheist, " keeping company with the hours," and circling the earth with the song of Miriam, the wailing of Jeremiah, the low prayer of Stephen, the thunders of Demosthenes, and the denuncia- tions of Burke. " Words are mighty, words are living; Serpents, with their venomous stings, Or, bright angels, crowding round us With heaven's light upon their wings; Every word has its own spirit, True or false, that never dies: Every word man's lips have uttered Echoes in God's skies." 94 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. CHAPTER III. GRAND WORDS. The fool hath planted his memory with an army of words. SHAKSPEARE. In the commerce of speech use only coin of gold and silver. . . Be pro- found with clear terms, and not with obscure terms. JOUBERT. I observe that all distinguished poetry is written in the oldest and simplest English words. There is a point, above coarseness and below refinement, where propriety abides. EMERSON. Never be grandiloquent when you want to drive home a searching truth. Don't whip with a switch that has the leaves on, if you want to tingle. H. W. BEECHER. Let, then, clerks enditen in Latin, for they have the property of science and the knowledge in that faculty: and let Frenchmen in their French, also, enditen their quaint terms, for it is kindly to their mouths; and let us show our fanta- sies in such words as we learneden of our dame's tongue. CHAUCER. IT is a trite remark that words are the representatives of things and thoughts, as coin represents wealth. You carry in your pocket a doubloon or a dollar, stamped by the king or state, and you are the virtual owner of what- ever it will purchase. But who affixes the stamp upon a word? No prince or potentate was ever strong enough to make or unmake a single word. Caesar confessed that with all his power he could not do it, and Claudius could not introduce even a new letter. Cicero tried his hand at it; but though he proved himself a skillful mint-master, and struck some admirable trial-pieces, which were absolutely needed to facilitate mental exchanges, yet they did not gain circulation, and were thrown back upon his hands. But that which defied the power of Caesar and of Cicero does not transcend the ability of many writers of our own day, some GRAND WORDS. 95 of whom are adepts in the art of word-coining, and are daily minting terms and phrases which must make even Noah Webster, boundless as was his charity for new words, turn in his grave. It is doubtful, however, whether these persons do so much damage to our noble English language as those who vulgarize it by the use of penny-a-liner phrases. There is a large and growing class of speakers and writers, on both sides of the Atlantic, who, apparently despising the homely but terse and telling words of their mother tongue, never use a Saxon term, if they can find what Lord Brougham calls a " long-tailed word in 'osity or Cation " to do its work. What is the cause of this? Is it the extraordinary, not to say excessive, attention now given by persons of all ages to foreign languages, to the neglect of our own? Is it the comparative inattention given to correct diction by the teachers in the schools of to-day; or is it because the favorite books of the young are sensational stories, made pungent, and in a sense, natural, through the lavish use of all the colloquialisms and vulgarisms of low life? Shall we believe that it is because there is little individuality and independence in these days, that the words of so few per- sons are flavored with their idiosyncrasies; that it is from conscious poverty of thought, that they try to trick out their ideas in glittering words and phrases, just as by means of high-heeled boots, a laced coat, and a long feather, a fellow with a little soul and a weak body might try to pass muster as a bold grenadier? Or, again, is it because of the prevalent mania for the sensational, the craving for novelty and excitement, which is almost universal in these days, that so many persons make sense subservient to sound, and avoid calling things by their proper names? 96 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. Was Talleyrand wrong when he said that language was given to man to conceal his thought; and was it really given to hide his want of thought? Is it, indeed, the main object of expression to convey the smallest possible amount of meaning with the greatest possible amount of appearance of meaning; and since nobody can be "so wise as Thurlow looked," to look as wise as Thurlow while uttering the veriest truisms? Be all this as it may, in nothing else is the lack of sim- plicity, which is so characteristic of our times, more marked than in the prevailing forms of expression. " The curse and the peril of language in our day, and particularly in this country," says an American critic, who may, perhaps, croak at times, but who has done much good service as a literary policeman in the repression of verbal licentious- ness, " is that it is at the mercy of men who, instead of being content to use it well, according to their honest ignorance, use it ill according to their affected knowledge ; who, being vulgar, would seem elegant; who, being empty, would seem full; who make up in pretence what they lack in reality; and whose little thoughts let off in enormous phrases, sound like fire-crackers in an empty barrel." In the estimation of many writers at the present day, the great, crowning vice in the use of words is, apparently, to employ plain, straightforward English. The simple Saxon is not good enough for their purposes, and so they array their ideas in " big, dictionary words," derived from the Latin, and load their style with expletives as tasteless as the streamers of tattered finery that flutter about the person of a dilapidated belle. The "high-polite," in short, is their favorite style, and the good old Spartan rule of calling a spade a spade they hold in thorough contempt. Their great GRAND WORDS. 97 recipe for elegant or powerful writing is to call the most common things by the most uncommon names. Provided that a word is out-of-the-way, unusual, or far-fetched, and especially if it is one of many syllables, they care little whether it is apt and fit or not. With them a fire is always ''the devouring element:" it never burns a house, but it always " consumes an edifice," unless it is got under, in which case "its progress is arrested." A railroad accident is always " a holocaust," and its victims are named under the " death-roll." A man who is the first to do a thing " takes the initiative." Instead of loving a woman, a man " becomes attached " to her; instead of losing his mother by death, he "sustains a bereavement of his maternal relative." A dog's tail, in the pages of these writers, is his "caudal appendage"; a dog- breaker, "a kunopaedist " ; and a fish-pond they call by no less lofty a title than " piscine preserve." Ladies, in their classic pages, have ceased to be married, like those poor, vulgar creatures, their grandmothers, they are " led to the hymeneal altar." Of the existence of such persons as a man, a woman, a T)oy or a girl, these writers are pro- foundly ignorant : though they often speak of " individuals," " gentlemen," " characters," and " parties," and often recog- nize the existence of "juveniles" and "juvenile members of the community." " Individual" is another piece of " pomp- ous inanity " which is very current now. In " Guesses at Truth " mention is made of a celebrated preacher, who was so destitute of all feeling for decorum in language, as to call our Saviour " this eminent individual." " Individual " is a good Latin word, and serves a good purpose when it distinguishes a person from a people or class, as it served a good purpose in the scholastic philosophy; but would 98 WORDS; THEIR USB AND ABUSE. Cicero or Duns Scotus have called a great man an individuum? These " individuals,'' strange' to say, are never dressed, but always "attired"; they never take off their clothes, but " divest themselves of their habiliments," which is so much grander. Again: the Anti-Saxons, if we may so call them, never tell us that a man was asleep, but say that he was " locked in slumber"; they deem it vulgar, and perhaps cruel, to say that a criminal was hanged: but very elegant to say that he was " launched into eternity." A person of their acquaintance never does so low a thing as to break his leg; he "fractures his limb." They never see a man fall: but sometimes see " an individual precipitated." Our Latin friends, fortunate souls, never have their feelings hurt, though it must be confessed that their " sensibilities " are sometimes dreadfully " lacerated." Above the necessities of their poor fellow-creatures, they never do so vulgar a thing as to eat a meal; they always " partake of a repast," which is so much more elegant. They never do so commonplace a thing as to take a walk ; they " make a pedestrian ex- cursion." A conjurer with them is a "prestidigitator"; a fortune-teller, a " vaticinator." As Pascal says, they mask all nature. There is with them no king, but an " august monarch"; no Paris, but a "capital of a kingdom." Even our barbers have got upon stilts. They no longer sell tooth-powder and shaving-soap, like the old fogies, their fathers, but " odonto," and " dentifrice," and " rypophagon"; and they themselves, from the barber-ous persons they once were, have been transformed into " artists in hair." The medical faculty, too, have caught the spirit of the age. Who would suspect that " epistaxis " means simply bleed- ing at the nose, and "emollient cataplasm" only a poul- GRAND WORDS. 99 tice? Fancy one school-boy doubling up his fist at another, and telling him to look out for epistaxis! Who would dream that " anheidro-hepseterion " (advertised in the London " Times ") means only a saucepan, or " taxider- mist" a bird-stufFer? Is it not remarkable that tradesmen have ceased "sending in" their "little bills," and now only " render their accounts " ? " There are people," says Landor, " who think they write and speak finely, merely because they have forgotten the language in which their fathers and mothers used to talk to them." As in dress, deportment, etc., so in lan- guage, the dread of vulgarity, as Whately has suggested, constantly besetting those who are half conscious that they are in danger of it, drives them into the opposite extreme of affected finery. They act upon the advice of Boileau: "Quoiqne vous ecriyiez, evitez la bassesse; Le style le moins noble a pourtant sa noblesse;" and, to avoid the undignified, according to them, it is only necessary not to call things by their right names. Such persons forget that glass will obstruct the light quite as much when beautifully painted as when discol- ored with dirt ; and that a style studded with far-fetched epithets and high-sounding phrases may be as dark as one abounding in colloquial vulgarisms. Who does not sym- pathize with the indignation of Dr. Johnson, when, taking up at the house of a country friend a so-called " Liberal Translation of the New Testament," he read, in the eleventh chapter of John, instead of the simple and touching words, "Jesus wept," "Jesus, the Saviour of the world, overcome with grief, burst into a flood of tears"? "Puppy!" exclaimed the critic, as he threw down the book in a rage; and had the author been pres- 100 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. ent, Johnson would doubtless have thrown it at his head. Yet the great literary bashaw, while he had an eagle's eye for the faults of others, was unconscious of his own sins against simplicity, and, though he spoke like a wit, too often wrote like a pedant. He had, in fact, a dialect of his own, which has been wittily styled Johnsonese. Goldsmith hit him in a vulnerable spot when he said: " Doctor, if you were to write a fable about little fishes, you would make them talk like whales." The faults of his pompous, swelling diction, in which the frivolity of a coxcomb is described in the same rolling periods and with the same gravity of antithesis with which he would thun- der against rebellion or fanaticism, are hardly exaggerated by a wit of his own time who calls it "a turgid style, Which gives to an inch the importance of a mile; Uplifts the club of Hercules for what? To crush a butterfly, or brain a gnat; Bids ocean labor with tremendous roar, To hi'ave a cockle-shell upon the shore; Sets wheels on wheels in motion, what a clatter! To force up one poor nipperkin of water; Alike in every theme his pompous art, Heaven's awful thunder, or a rumbling cart." One of the latest " modern improvements " in speech is the substitution of "lady 1 ' and "female" for the good old English " woman." On the front of Cooper's Reading- Room, in the city of New York, is the sign in golden let- ters, " Male and Female Reading-Rooms." Suppose Scott, in his noble tribute to women for their devotion and tenderness to men in the hour of suffering, had sung " Oh, LADIES, in our hours of ease," etc., would not the lines have been far more touching? An English writer says truly that the law of euphemisms is GRAND WOKDS. 101 somewhat capricious; "one cannot always tell which words are decent and which are not. . . It really seems as if the old-fashioned feminine of ' man ' were fast getting pro- scribed. We, undiscerning male creatures that we are, might have thought that ' woman ' was a more elegant and more distinctive title than ' female.' We read only the other day a report of a lecture on the poet Crabbe, in which she who was afterwards Mrs. Crabbe was spoken of as 'a female to whom he had formed an attachment.' To us, indeed, it seems that a man's wife should be spoken of in some way which is not equally applicable to a ewe lamb or a favorite mare. But it was a ' female ' who delivered the lecture, and we suppose the females know best about their own affairs." Can any person account for the apparent antipathy which many writers and speakers have to the good Saxon verb "to begin"? Ninety-nine out of every hundred per- sons one talks with are sure to prefer the French words " to commence" and " to essay," and the tendency is strong to prefer " to inaugurate " to either. Nothing in our day is begun, not even dinner; it is "inaugurated with soup." In their fondness for the French words, many persons are betrayed into solecisms. Forgetting, or not knowing, that, while " to begin " may be followed by an infinitive or a gerund, " to commence " is transitive, and must be followed by a noun or its equivalent, they talk of " commencing to do" a thing, "essaying to do well," etc. Persons who think that "begin" is not stately enough, or that it is even vulgar, would do well to look into the pages of Mil- ton and Shakspeare. With all his fondness for Romanic words the former hardly once uses " commence " and " commencement " ; and the latter is not only content with 102 WOKDS; THEIE USE ANT ABUSE. the idiomatic word, but even shortens it, as in the well- known line that depicts so vividly the guilt-wasted soul of Macbeth: "I 'gin to grow a-weary of the sun." What a shock would every right-minded reader receive, if, upon opening his Bible, he should find, in place of the old familiar words, the following: "In the commencement God created the heavens and the earth," "The fear of the Lord is the commencement of wisdom." Well did Coleridge say: "Intense study of the Bible will keep any writer from being vulgar in point of style." " Commence " is a good word enough, but, being of outlandish origin, should never take the place of " begin,'' except for the sake of rhythm or variety. Another of these grand words is " imbroglio." It is from the Italian, and means an intricate or complicated plot. Why, then, should a quarrel in the Cabinet at Washington, or a prospective quarrel with France or England, be called an "imbroglio"? Again, will any one explain to us the meaning of " interpellation," so often used by the correspondents of our daily newspapers? The word properly means an interruption ; yet when an oppo- sition member of the French or Italian Parliament asks a question of a minister, he is said " to put an interpella- tion." Why should an army be said to be " decimated," without regard to the number or nature of its losses? Why, again, should "donate" be preferred to "give"? Does it show a larger soul, a more magnificent liberality, to "donate" than to give? Must we "donate the devil his due," when we would be unusually charitable? Why should " elect " be preferred to " choose," when there is no election whatever; -or why is " balance " preferable to " re- GRAND WORDS. 103 mainder"? As a writer has well said: "Would any man in his senses dare to quote King David as saying: 'They are full of children, and leave the balance of their sub- stance unto their babes ' ? or read, ' Surely the wrath of man shall praise thee: the balance of wrath thou shalt restrain,' where the translators of our Bible wrote ' the remainder ' ? And if any one went into the nursery, and telling that tale of perennial interest of the little boys that a-sliding went, a-sliding went, a-sliding went, all on a summer's day, should, after recounting how they all fell in, they all fell in, they all fell in, add ' the balance ran away,' would there not go up a chorus of tiny but indig- nant protests against this mutilation, which would enlist a far wider sympathy than some of the proposed changes in the texts of classic authors which have set editors and commentators at loggerheads?" Again: why should one say "rendition" for perform- ance, "enactment" for acting, "or "nude" for naked? In the seventeenth century, certain fanatics in England ran about without clothes, crying: " We are the naked Truth." Had they lived in this age of refinement, instead of shock- ing their countrymen with such indelicate expressions, they would have said, "We are Verity in a nude condition"; and had any person clothed them, he would have been said to have " rehabilitated " them. More offensive than any of these grandiose words is "intoxicated" in place of drunk, which it has nearly banished. A man can be in- toxicated only when he has lost his wits, not by quantity, but by quality, by drinking liquor that has been drugged. "Intoxicated," however, has five syllables; drunk has but one; so the former carries the day by five to one. No doubt nine-tenths of those who drink to excess in this 104 WORDS; THEIK USE AND ABUSE. country are, in fact, intoxicated or poisoned; still, the two words should not be confounded. Solomon tells us that there is nothing new under the sun; and this itching for pompous forms of expression, this contempt for plainness and simplicity of style, is as old as Aristotle. In the third book of his Rhetoric, discuss- ing the causes of frigidity of style, he speaks of one Alcida- mas, a writer of that time, as " employing ornaments, not as seasonings to discourse, but as if they were the only food to live upon. He does not say ' sweat,' but ' the humid sweat;' a man goes not to the Isthmian games, but to ' the collected assembly of the Isthmian solemnity ' ; laws are ' the legitimate kings of commonwealths ' ; and a race, ' the incursive impulse of the soul.' A rich man is not bountiful, but the ' artificer of universal largess.' " Is it not curious that our modern refiners of language, who often pride themselves upon their taste for swelling words and phrases, and their skill in using them, should have been anticipated by Alcidamas two thousand years ago? The abuse of the Queen's English to which we have called attention, did not begin with Americans. It began with our trans- Atlantic cousins, who employed " ink-horn " terms and outlandish phrases at a very early period. In " Harrison's Chronicle " we are told that after the Norman Conquest " the English tongue grew into such contempt at court that most men thought it no small dishonor to speak any English there ; which bravery took his hold at the last likewise in the country with every plowman, that even the very carters began to wax weary of their mother-tongue, and labored to speak French, which was then counted no small token of gentility." The English people of to-day are quite as much addicted GKAND WOKDS. 105 to the grandiose style as the Americans. Gough, in one of his lectures, speaks of a card which he saw in London, in which a man called himself " Illuminating artist to Her Majesty," the fact being that he lighted the gas-lamps near the palace. Mr. E. A. Freeman, the English historian, complained in a recent lecture that our language had few friends and many foes, its only friends being plow-boys and a few scholars. The pleasant old " inns " of England, he said, had disappeared, their places being supplied by "hotels," or "establishments"; while the landlord had made way for the " lessee of the establishment." A gentle- man going into a shop in Regent street to buy half-mourn- ing goods, was referred by the shopman to " the mitigated affliction department." The besetting sin of some of the ablest British writers of this century is their lack of sim- plicity of language. Sydney Smith said of Sir James Mack- intosh, that if he were asked for a definition of " pepper," he would reply thus : " Pepper may philosophically be described as a dusty and highly pulverized seed of an ori- ental fruit ; an article rather of condiment than diet, which, dispersed lightly over the surface of food, with no other rule than the caprice of the consumer, communicates pleas- ure, rather than affords nutrition; and by adding a tropical flavor to the gross and succulent viands of the north, approximates the different regions of the earth, explains the objects of commerce, and justifies the industry of man." Francis Jeffrey, the celebrated critic, had, even in con- versation, an artificial style and language, which were fit only for books and a small circle of learned friends. His diction and pronunciation, it is said, were unintelligible to the mass of his countrymen, and in the House of Commons 5* 106 WOItDS; THEIR USE AXD ABUSE. offensive and ridiculous. An anecdote told in illustration of this peculiarity strikingly shows the superiority of sim- ple to high-flown language in the practical business of life. In a trial, which turned upon the intellectual competency of a testator, Jeffrey asked a witness, a plain countryman, whether the testator was " a man of intellectual capacity," "an intelligent, shrewd man," "a man of capacity?" "Had he ordinary mental endowments?" "What d'ye mean, sir"? asked the witness. "I mean," replied Jeffrey, testily, " was the man of sufficient ordinary intelligence to qualify him to manage his own affairs?" "I dinna ken," replied the chafed and mystified witness, " Wad ye say the question ower again, sir?" Jeffrey being baffled, Cockburn took up the examination. He said: "Ye kenned Tammas ?" " Ou, ay; I kenned Tammas weel; me and him herded together when we were laddies (boys)." " Was there onything in the cretur?" " De'il a thing but what the spune (spoon) put into him." " Would you have trust- ed him to sell a cow for you?" "A cow! I wadna lip- pened (trusted) him to sell a calf/' Had Jeffrey devoted a review article to the subject, he could not have given a more vivid idea of the testator's incapacity to manage his own affairs. Our readers need not be told how much Carlyle has done to Teutonize our language with his " yardlongtailed " German compounds. It was a just stroke of criticism when a New York auctioneer introduced a miscellaneous lot of books to a crowd with the remark: "Gentlemen, of this lot I need only say, six volumes are by Thomas Carlyle ; the seventh is written in the English language." Some years ago, a learned doctor of divinity and university professor in Canada wrote a work in which, wishing to state the GKAXD WORDS. 107 simple fact that the " rude Indian " had learned the use of firing, he delivered himself as follows: "He had made slave of the heaven- born element, the brother of the lightning, the grand alchemist and artificer of all times, though as yet he knew not all the worth or magical power that was in him. By his means the sturdy oak, which flung abroad its stalwart arms and waved its leafy honors defiant in the forest, was made to bow to the behest of the simple aborigines." As the plain Scotch- woman said of De Quincey, " the bodie has an awfu' sicht o' words! " This style of speaking and writing has become so common that it can no longer be considered wholly vulgar. It is gradually working upward; it is making its way into official writings and grave octavos; and is even spoken with unction in pulpits and senates. Metaphysi- cians are wont to define words as the signs of ideas ; but, with many persons, they appear -to be, not so much the signs of their thought, as the signs of the signs of their thought. Such, doubtless, was the case with the Scotch clergyman, whom a bonneted abhorrer of legal preaching was overheard eulogizing: "Man, John, wasna yon preachin' ! yon 's something for a body to come awa wi'. The way that he smashed down his text into so mony heads and particulars, just a' to flinders! Nine heads and twenty particulars in ilka head and sic mouthfu's o' grand words ! an' every ane o' them fu' o' meaning, if we but kent them. We hae ill improved our opportunities ; man, if we could just mind onything he said, it would do us guid." The whole literature of notices, handbills, and adver- tisements, in our day, has apparently declared " war to the knife," against every trace of the Angles, Jutes and Saxons. We have no schoolmasters now; they are all 108 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. " principals of collegiate institutes " ; no copy-books, but "specimens of caligraphy"; no ink, but "writing-fluid"; no physical exercise, but Calisthenics or Gymnastics. A man who opens a groggery at some corner for the gratifi- cation of drunkards, instead of announcing his enterprise by its real name, modestly proclaims through the daily papers that his saloon has been fitted up for the reception of customers. Even the learned architects of log-cabins and pioneer cottages can find names for them only in the sonorous dialects of oriental climes. Time was when a farm-house was a farm-house and a porch a porch ; but now the one is a villa or haciendah, and the other nothing less than a verandah. In short, this genteel slang pursues us from the cradle to the grave. In old times, when our fathers and mothers died, they were placed in coffins, and buried in the graveyard or burying-ground; now, when an unfortunate " party " or " individual " " deceases " or " be- comes defunct," he is deposited in a " burial-casket " and " interred in a cemetery." It matters not that the good old words grave and graveyard have been set in the pure amber of the English classics, that the Bible says, "There is no wisdom in the grave," " Cruel as the grave," etc. How much more pompous and magniloquent the Greek: " There is no wisdom in the cemetery," " Cruel as the cemetery !" Seriously, let us eschew all these vulgar fineries of style, as we would eschew the fineries of a dandy. Their legiti- mate effect is to barbarize our language, and to destroy all the peculiar power, distinctiveness, and appropriateness of its terms. Words that are rarely used will at last inevi- tably disappear; and thus, if not speedily checked, this grandiloquence of expression will do an irreparable injury to our dear old English tongue. Poetry may for a while GRAND WORDS. 109 escape the effects of this vulgar coxcombry, because it is the farthest out of the reach of such contagion; but, as prose sinks, so must poetry, too, be ultimately dragged down into the general gulf of feebleness and inanition. . It was a saying of John Foster that " eloquence resides in the thought, and no words, therefore, can make that elo- quent which will not be so in the plainest that could possi- bly express the same." Nothing, therefore, can be more absurd than the notion that the sounding brass and tink- ling cymbal of pompous and sonorous language are necessary to the expression of the sublime and powerful in eloquence and poetry. So far is this from being true, that the finest, noblest, and most spirit-stirring sentiments ever uttered, have been couched, not in sounding polysyllables from the Greek or Latin, but in the simplest Saxon, in the lan- guage we hear hourly in the streets and by our firesides. Dr. Johnson once said that " big thinkers require big words." He did not think so at the time of the great Methodist movement in the last century, when " the ice period of the establishment was breaking up." He attrib- uted the Wesleys' success to their plain, familiar way of preaching, " which," he says, " clergymen of genius and learning ought to do from a principle of duty." Arthur Helps tells a story of an illiterate soldier at the chapel of Lord Morpeth's castle in Ireland. Whenever Archbishop Whately came to preach, it was observed that this rough private was always in his place, mouth open, as if in sym- pathy with his ears. Some of the gentlemen playfully took him to task for it, supposing it was due to the usual vulgar admiration of a celebrated man. But the man had a better reason, and was able to give it. He said, " That isn't it at all. The Archbishop is easy to understand. There are no 110 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. fine words in him. A fellow like me, now, can follow along and take every bit of it in." " Whately's simplicity," observes a writer to whom we are indebted for this illus- tration, " meant no lack of pith or power. - The whole momentum of his large and healthy brain went into those homely sentences, rousing and feeding the rude and the cultured hearer's hunger alike, as sweet bread and juicy meat satisfy a natural appetite." Emerson observes that as any orator at the bar or the senate rises in his thought, he descends in his language; that is, when he rises to any height of thought or of pas- sion, he comes down to a level with the ear of all his audi- ence. " It is the oratory of John Brown and of Abraham Lincoln, the one at Charleston, the other at Gettysburg, in the two best specimens of oratory we have had in this country." Daniel Webster, in his youijj, was a little bom- bastic in his speeches ; but he very soon discovered that the force of a sentence depends chiefly on its meaning, and that great writing is that in which much is said in few words, and those the simplest that will answer the purpose. Having made this discovery, he became " a great eraser of adjectives"; and whether convincing juries, or thundering in the senate, whether demolishing Hayne, or measuring swords with Calhoun, on all occasions used the plainest words. " You will find," said he to a friend, " in my speeches to juries, no hard words, no Latin phrases, no fieri facias; and that is the secret of my style, if I have any." What can be simpler and yet more sublime than the "Let there be light, and there was light!" of Moses, which Longinus so admired? Would it be an improve- ment to say, " Let there be light, nnd there was a, solar GRAND WORDS. Ill illumination!" "lam like a child picking up pebbles on the seashore," said Newton. Had he said he was like an awe-struck votary, lying prostrate before the stupendous majesty of the cosmical universe, and the mighty, and in- comprehensible Ourgos which had created all things, we might think it very fine, but should not carry in our memories such a luggage of words. The fiery eloquSnce of the field and the forum springs upon the vulgar idiom as a soldier leaps upon his horse. " Trust in the Lord, and keep your powder dry," said Cromwell to his soldiers on the eve of a battle. " Silence, you thirty voices ! " roars Mirabeau to a knot of opposers around the tribune. " I'd sell the shirt off my back to support the war! " cries Lord Chatham; and again, "Conquer the Americans! I might as well think of driving them before me with this crutch." " I know," says Kossuth, speaking of the march of intel- ligence, " that the light has spread, and that even the bayo- nets think." " You may shake me, if you please," said a little Yankee constable to a stout, burly culprit whom he had come to arrest, and who threatened violence, " but recollect, if you do it, you don't shake a chap of five-feet- six; you've got to shake the whole State of Massachusetts!" When a Hoosier was asked by a Yankee how much he weighed, " Well," said he, " commonly I weigh about one hundred and eighty; but tvhen I'm mad I weigh a ton!" " Were I to die at this moment," wrote Nelson after the battle of the Nile, " more frigates would be found written on my heart." The "Don't give up the ship!" of our memorable sea-captain stirs the heart like the sound of a trumpet. Had he exhorted the men to fight to the last gasp in defence of their imperilled liberties, their altars, and the glory f America, the words might have 112 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. been historic, but they never would have been quoted vernacularly. There is another phase of the popular leaning to the grandiose style, which is not less reprehensible than that which we have noticed; we mean the affectation of for- eign words and phrases. Many persons scarcely deign to call* any thing by its proper English name, but, as if they believed with Butler, that "he that's but able to express No sense at all in several languages, Will pass for learneder than he that's known To speak strongest reason in his own," they apply to it some German, French, or Italian word. In their dialect people are biases, passes, or have m> distingue- in petto, dolce far niente, are among their pet phrases; and not infrequently they betray their ignorance by some ludicrous blunder, as when they use boqitef for bouquet, soubriquet for sobriquet, and talk of " a sous," in- stead of " a sou" a mistake as laughable as the French- man's " un pence. 1 ' In striking contrast to this taste for exotics, is the rooted dislike which the French have to for- eign words and idioms. It is only in cases of the direst necessity that they consent to borrow from their neighbors, whether in perfide Angleterre or elsewhere. Even when they deign to adopt a new word, they so disguise it that the parent language would not know it again. They strip it gradually of its foreign dress, and make it assume the costume of the country. " Beefsteak " is turned into bifteck; "plum-pudding" is metamorphosed into /jom/hn/ de plomb; " partner " becomes partenaire; " riding-coat " becomes redingote; and now fashionable English tailors advertise these " redingotes," never for a moment dreaming GRAND WORDS. 113 that they are borrowing an expression which the French stole from the English. It is said that the Spaniards, in all ages, have been distinguished for their love of long and high-flown names, the sounding brass and tinkling cymbal of appellative glory and honor. In looking at the long string of titles fast- ened like the tail of a kite to the name of some Don or other grandee, one is puzzled to tell whether it is the man that belongs to the name or the name to the man. There is nothing odd, therefore, in the conduct of that Spaniard, who, whenever his name was mentioned, always took off his hat in token of respect to himself, that is, as the pos- sessor of so many appellations. A person of high diplo- matic talent, with the unpretending and rather plebeian name of " Bubb," was once nominated to represent Great Britain at Madrid. Lord Chesterfield was then a Minister of State, and on seeing the newly appointed minister re- marked, " My dear fellow, your name will damn you with the Spaniards ; a one-syllable patronymic will infallibly dis- gust the grandees of that hyperbolic nation." " What shall I do?" said Bubb. "Oh! that is easily managed," rejoined the peer: "get yourself dubbed, before you start on your mission, as Don Vaco y Hijo Hermoso y toro y Sill y Bubb, and on your arrival you will have all the Spanish Court at your feet." The effort of the Spaniards to support their dignity by long and sounding titles is repeated daily, in a slightly different form, by many democratic Americans. Writers and speakers are constantly striving to compensate for poverty of thought by a multitude of words. Magnilo- quent terms, sounding sentences, unexpected and startling phrases, are dropped from pen and tongue, as gaudy and 114 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. high-colored goods are displayed in shop-windows, to at- tract attention. " Ruskin," says an intelligent writer, "long ago cried out against the stuccoed lies which rear their unblushing fronts on so many street-corners, sham- ing our civilization, and exerting their whole influence to make us false and pretentious. Mrs. Stowe and others have warned us against the silken lies that, frizzled, flounced, padded, compressed, lily-whitened and rouged, flit about our drawing-rooms by gas-light, making us familiar with sham and shoddy, and luring us away from real and modest worth. Let there be added to these com- plaints the strongest denunciation of the kindred literary lies which hum about our ears and glitter before our eyes, which corrupt the language, and wrong every man and woman who speaks it by robbing it of some portion of its beauty and power." When shall we learn that the secret of beauty and of force, in speaking and in writing, is not to say simple things finely, but to say fine things as simply as possible? " To clothe," says Fuller, " low creeping matter with high- flown language is not fine fancy, but flat foolery. It rather loads than raises a wren to fasten the feathers of an ostrich to her wings." It is a significant fact that the books over which generation after generation of readers has hung with the deepest delight, which have retained their hold, amid all the fluctuations of taste, upon all classes, have been written in the simplest and most idiomatic English, that English for which the " fine school " of writers would substitute a verbose and affected phrase- ology. Such books are " Robinson Crusoe," " Gulliver's Travels," and " Pilgrim's Progress," which Macaulay has justly characterized as treasures of pure English. Fitz- GRAND WORDS. 115 Greene Halleck tells us that some years ago a letter fell into his hands which a Scotch servant-girl had written to her lover. The style charmed him, and his literary friends agreed that it was fairly inimitable. Anxious to clear up the mystery of its beauty, and even elegance, he searched for its author, who thus solved the enigma: " Sir, I came to this country four years ago. Then I did not know how to read or write. Since then I have learned to read and write, but I have not yet learned how to spell; so always when I sit down to write a letter, I choose those words which are so short and simple that I am sure to know how to spell them."- This was the whole secret. The simple-minded Scotch girl knew more- of rhetoric than Blair or Campbell. As Halleck forcibly says: "Simplicity is beauty. Simplicity is power." It is through the arts and sciences, whose progress is so rapid, that many words of " learned length and thun- dering sound " force their way in these days into the language. The vocabulary of science is so repugnant to the ear and so hard to the tongue, that it is a long while before its terms become popularized. We may be sure that many years will elapse before aristolochioid, megalosaurius, acanthopterygian, nothoclcena-trichomanoides, monopleuro- branchian, anonaceo-hydrocharideo-nymphceoid, and other such " huge verbal blocks, masses of syllabic aggregations, which both the tongue and the taste find it difficult to surmount," will establish themselves in the language of literature and common life. Still, while the lover of Anglo-Saxon simplicity is rarely shocked by such terms, there are hundreds of others, less stupendous, such as phenomenon, demonstrative, inverse proportion, transcendental, category, predicament, exorbitant, which, once heard only in 116 WORDS; THEIR USE AND AHUSE. scientific lecture rooms or in schools, are now the common currency of the educated; and it is said that, in one of our Eastern colleges, the learned mathematical professor, on whom the duty devolved one morning of making the chapel prayer, startled his hearers by asking Divine Good- ness " to enable them to know its length, its breadth, and its superficial contents." Should popular enlightenment go on for some ages with the prodigious strides it has lately made, a future generation may hear lovers address- ing their mistresses in the terms predicted by Punch: '' I love thee, Mary, and thou lovest me. Our mutual flame is like the affinity That cloth exist between two simple bodies. I am Potassium to thine Oxygen. . . . Sweet, thy name is Briggs, And mine is Johnson. Wherefore should not we Agree to form a Johnsonate of Briggsf We will. The day, the happy day is nigh, When Johnson shall with beauteous Briggs combine." Indispensable as the technical terms of science unques- tionably are, there is no doubt they are often employed where simpler and plainer words would do as well or better. To express the results of science without the ostentation of its terms, is an admirable art, known, un- fortunately, to but few. How few surgeons can commu- nicate in simple, intelligible language to a jury, in a law-case, the results of a post-mortem examination! Al- most invariably the learned witness finds a wound " in the parieties of the abdomen, opening the peritoneal cavity"; or an injury of some "vertebra in the dorsal or lumbar region"; or something else equally frightful. Some years ago, in one of the English courts, a judge rebuked a wit- ness of this kind by saying, " You mean so and so, do you not, sir?" at the same time translating his scientific GRAND WORDS. 117 barbarisms into a few words of simple English. " I do, my Lord." "Then why can't you say so?" He had said so, but in a foreign tongue. To all the writers and speakers who needlessly employ grandiose or abstract terms, instead of plain Saxon ones, we would say, as FalstaflF said to Pistol: "If thou hast any tidings whatever to deliver, prithee deliver them like a man of this world!" Some years ago a white minister preached in a plain, direct style to a church of negroes in the South, whose " colored " pastor was greatly ad- dicted to the use of high-flown language in his sermons. In the season of exhortation and prayer that followed, an old negro thanked the Lord for the various blessings of the Sabbath and the Sanctuary, and especially, he added, " we thank Thee that to-day we have been fed from a loir o-ih."' Would it not be well for preachers generally to remember that many of Christ's flock are " little ones," whose necks are short, and that they may consequently starve, if their food, however nutritious, is placed in too lofty a crib? Never, perhaps, did a college professor give a better lesson in rhetoric than was given by a plain farmer in Kennebec county, Maine, to a schoolmaster. " You are excavating a subterranean channel," it seems, said the pedagogue, as he saw the farmer at work near his house. " No, sir," was the reply, " I am only digging a ditch." A similar rebuke was once administered by the witty Governor Corwin, of Ohio, to a young lady who addressed him in high-flown terms. Being on a political tour through the State with the Hon. Thomas Ewing, they stopped at night at the house of a leading politician, but found no one at home except his niece, who presided at the tea table. Having never conversed 118 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. with " great men " before, she supposed she must talk to them in elephantine language. " Mr. Ewing, will you take condiments in your tea, sir?" inquired the young lady. " Yes, miss, if you please," replied the Senator. Corwin's eyes twinkled. Here was a temptation that could not be resisted. Gratified at the apparent success of her trial in talking to the United States Senator, the young lady addressed Mr. Corwin in the same manner "Will you take condiments in your tea, sir?" "Pepper and salt, but no mustard," was the prompt reply, which the lady, it is said, never forgave, declaring that the Governor was " horridly vulgar." The faults of all those who thus barbarize our tongue would be comparatively excusable, were it so barren of resources that any man whose conceptions are clear need find difficulty in wreaking them upon expression. But Shakespeare and Milton, Bacon and Locke, have shown that, whether we look to its flexibility and harmony, or to its gigantic strength, its exquisite delicacy and won- drous wealth of words, it is rich enough for all the exi- gencies of the human mind; that it can express the loftiest conceptions of the poet, portray the deepest emotions of the human heart; that it can convey, if not the frip- peries, at least the manly courtesies of polite life, and make palpable the profoundest researches of the philoso- pher. It is not, therefore, because of the poverty of our vocabulary that so many writers Gallicize and Germanize our tongue; the real cause is hinted at in the answer of Handel to an ambitious musician who attributed the hisses of his hearers to a defect in the instrument on which he was playing: "The fault is not there, my friend," said the composer, jealous of the honor of the organ, on which he GRAND WORDS. 119 himself performed: " the fact is, you have no music in your soul." We are aware that the English tongue, our own car- tilaginous tongue, as some one has quaintly styled it, has been decried, even by poets who have made it dis- course the sweetest music, for its lack of expressive terms, and for its excess in consonants, guttural, sibilant, or mute. It was this latter peculiarity, doubtless, which led Charles V., three centuries ago, to compare it to the whis- tling of birds; and even Lord Byron, whose own burning verse, distinguished not less by its melody than by its in- comparable energy, has signally revealed the hidden har- mony that lies in our short Saxon words, turns traitor to his native language, and in a moment of caprice de- nounces it as " Our harsh, northern, grunting guttural, Which we are obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all," not thinking that in this very selection of condemnator3 r words he has strikingly shown the wondrous expressiveness of the tongue. Even Addison, who wrote so musical Eng- lish, contrasting our own tongue with the vocal beauty of the Greek, and forgetting that the latter is the very low- est merit of a language, being merely its sensuous merit, calls it brick as against marble. Waller, too, ungrateful to the noble tongue that has preserved his name, declares that " Poets that lasting marble seek, Must carve in Latin or in Greek." Because smoothness is one of the requisites of verse, it has been hastily concluded that languages in which vowels and liquids predominate must be better adapted to poetry, and that the most mellifluous must also be the most melodious. But so far is this from being true, that, as Henry Taylor 120 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. has remarked, in dramatic verse our English combinations of consonants are invaluable, both in giving expression to the harsher passions, and in imparting keenness and sig- nificancy to the language of discrimination, and especially to that of scorn. The truth is, our language, so far from being harsh. or poor and limited in its vocabulary, is the richest and most copious now spoken on the globe. As Sir -Thomas More long ago declared: "It is plenteous enough to ex- presse our myndes in anythinge whereof one man hath used to speak with another." Owing to its composite character, it has a choice of terms expressive of every shade of difference in the idea, compared with which the vocabulary of many other modern tongues is poverty itself. . But for the impiety of the act, those who speak it might well raise a monument to the madcaps who undertook the tower of Babel ; for, as the mixture of many bloods has made them the most vigorous of modern races, so has the mingling of divers tongues given them a language which is the noblest vehicle of thought ever vouchsafed to man. This very mingling of tongues in our language has been made the ground of an accusation against it ; and the Anglo-Saxon is sometimes told by foreigners that he " has been at a great feast of languages and stolen the scraps"; that his dialect is " the alms-basket of wit," made up of beggarly borrowings, and is wholly lacking in originality. It is true that the Anglo-Saxon has pillaged largely from the speech of other peoples ; that he has a craving desire to annex, not only states and provinces, even whole empires, to his own, but even the best parts of their lan- guages; that there is scarce a tongue on the globe which his absorbing genius has not laid under contribution to GKAXD WORDS. 121 enrich the exchequer of his all-conquering speech. Strip him of his borrowings, or "annexations," if you will, and he would neither have a foot of soil to stand upon, nor a rag of language in which to clothe his shivering ideas. To say nothing of the Greek, Latin and French which enter so largely into the woof of the tongue, we are indebted to the Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Dutch, Ara- bic, Hebrew, Hindoo, and even the North American Indian dialects, for many words which we cannot do without. The word-barks of our language are daily increasing in size, and terms that sprang up at Delhi and Benares four thousand years ago are to-day scaling the cliffs of the Rocky Mountains. But while the English has thus bor- rowed largely from other tongues, and the multifarious etymology of " its Babylonish vocabulary," as its enemies are pleased to call it, renders it, of all modern languages, one of the most difficult to master in all its wealth and power, yet it makes up in eclecticism, vigor, and abun- dance, far more than it loses in apparent originality. Mosaic-like and heterogeneous as are its materials, it is yet no mingle-mangle or patchwork, but is as individual as the French or the German. Though the rough materials are gathered from a hundred sources, yet such is its digest- ive and assimilative energy that the most discordant ali- ments, passing through its anaconda-like stomach, are as speedily identified with its own independent existence as the beefsteak which yesterday gave roundness to the hinder symmetry of a prize ox, becomes to-morrow part and parcel of the proper substance, the breast,leg, or arm, of an Illinois farmer. In fact, the very caprices and irregularities of our idiom, orthography, and pronunciation, which make for- 6 122 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. eigners " stare and gasp," and are ridiculed by our own philological ultraists, are the strongest proofs of the noble- ness and perfection of our language. It is the very extent to which these caprices, peculiar idioms, and exceptions prevail in any tongue, that forms the true scale of its worth and beauty; and hence we find them more numerous in Greek than in Latin, in French or Italian than in Irish or Indian. There is less symmetry in the rugged, gnarled oak, with the grotesque contortions of its branches, which has defied the storms of a thousand years, than in the smoothly clipped Dutch yew tree; but it is from the former that we hew out the knees of mighty line-of-battle ships, while a vessel built of the latter would go to pieces in the first storm. It was our own English that sustained him who soared " above all Greek, above all Roman fame "; and the same " well of English undefiled " did not fail the myriad-minded dramatist, when " Each scene of many-colored life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new." Nor have even these great writers, marvellous and varied as is their excellence, fathomed the powers of the language for grand and harmonious expression, or used them to the full. It has " combinations of sound grander than ever rolled through the mind of Milton; more awful than the mad gasps of Lear; sweeter than the sighs of Desdemona; more stirring than the speech of Antony; sadder than the plaints of Hamlet; merrier than the mocks of Falstaff." To those, therefore, who complain of the poverty or harsh- ness of our tongue, we may say, in the words of George Herbert: " Let foreign nations of their language boast, What fine variety each tongue affords; I like our language, as our men and coast; Who cannot dress it well, want WIT, not WORDS." SMALL WOBDS. 123 CHAPTER IV. SMALL WORDS. N It is with words as with sunbeams, the more they arc condensed, the deeper they burn. SOUTHEY. The pompous march of blank verse admits the accompaniment of rolling and diffusive expressions; but energy, and condensation, and tenderness, must be sought for in the pithy, monosyllabic Saxon of our fathers. REV. MATTHEW HARRISON. A MONO the various forms of ingratitude, one of the -L- commonest is that of kicking down the ladder by which one has climbed the steeps of celebrity; and a gcod illustration of this is the conduct of the author of the following lines, who, though indebted in no small degree for his fame to the small words, the monosyllabic music, of our tongue, sneers at them as low: " While feeble expletives their aid do join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line." How ingenious! how felicitous! the reader exclaims; and, truly, Pope has shown himself wonderfully adroit in ridi- culing the Saxon part of the language with words bor- rowed from its own vocabulary. But let no man despise little words, even though he echo the little wasp of Twick- enham. Alexander Pope is a high authority in English literature; but it is long since he was regarded as having the infallibility of a Pope Alexander. The multitude of passages in his works, in which the small words form not only the bolts, pins, and hinges, but the chief material in the structure of his verse, show that he knew well enough their value; 'but it was hard to avoid the temptation of 124 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. such a line as that quoted. " Small words," he elsewhere says, " are generally stiff and languishing, but they may be beautiful to express melancholy." It is the old story of " the ladder Whereto the climber upward turns his face. But wheii he once attains the utmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend." The truth is, the words most potent in life and liter- ature, in the mart, in the Senate, in the forum, and at the fireside, are small words, the monosyllables which the half-educated speaker and writer despises. All pas- sionate expression, the outpouring of the soul when moved to its depths, is, for the most part, in monosyl- lables. They are the heart-beats, the very throbs of the brain, made visible by utterance. The will makes its giant victory- strokes in little monosyllables, deciding for the right and against the wrong. In the hour of fierce temptation, at the ballot-box, in the court-room, in all the crises of life, how potent for good or evil are the little monosyllables, Yes and No! " Yes is the Olympian nod of approval which fills heaven with ambrosia and light; no is the stamp of Jupiter which shakes heaven and darkens the faces of the gods. Yes: how it trembles from the maiden's lips, the broken utterance, the key- syllable of a divine song which her heart only sings; how it echoes in the ecstatic pulses of the doubtful lover, and makes Paradise open its gates for the royal entry of the triumphing conqueror, Love. JVb, well might Miles Standish say that he could not stand fire if No should come ' point-blank from the mouth of a woman ' ; what 'captain, colonel or knight-at-arms ' could? No: 'tis the SMALL WORDS. 125 impregnable fortress, the very Malakoff of the will; it is the breastwork and barrier thrown up which the charge must be fierce indeed to batter down or overleap. It is the grand and guarded tower .against temptation ; it is the fierce and sudden arrow through all the rings that dismays the suitors of the dear and long-cherished and faithful Penelope, and makes the unforgotten king start from the disguise of a beggar." Again: there is a whole class of words, and those among the most expressive in the language, of which the great majority are monosyllables. We refer to the inter- jections. We are aware that some philologists deny that interjections are language. Home Tooke sneers at this whole class of words as "brutish and inarticulate," as " the miserable refuge of the speechless," and complains that, " because beautiful ana 1 gaudy," they have been suf- fered to usurp a place among words. " Where will you look for it" (the interjection), he triumphantly asks; " will you find it among laws, or in books of civil insti- tutions, in history, or in any treatise of useful arts or sciences? No: you must seek for it in rhetoric and po-' etry, in novels, plays and romances." This acute writer has forgotten one book in which interjections abound, and awaken in the mind emotions of the highest grand- eur and pathos, namely, the Bible. But the use of this part of speech is not confined to books. It is heard wherever men interchange thought and feeling, whether on the gravest or the most trivial themes; in tones of the tenderest love and of the deadliest hate; in shouts of joy and ecstacies of rapture, and in the expression of deep anguish, remorse and despair; in short, in the out- burst of every human feeling. More than this, not only 126 WOKDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. is it heard in daily life, but we are told by the highest authority that it is heard in the hallelujahs of angels, and in the continual Holy! Holy! Holy! of the cherubim. What word in the English language is fuller of sig- nificance, has a greater variety of meanings, than the diminutive Oh? Uttered by the infant to express sur- prise or delight, it is used by the man to indicate fear, aspiration or appeal, and, indeed, according to the tone in which it is uttered, may voice almost any one of the emotions of which he is capable. What a volume of meaning is condensed in the derisive "Oh! oh!" which greets a silly utterance in the House of Commons! In no other assembly, perhaps, are the powers of human speech more fully exhibited; yet it was in that body that one of the most famous of interjections originated, we mean the cry of "Hear! hear!" which, though at first an imperative verb, is now " nothing more or less than a great historical interjection," indicating, according to the tone in which it is uttered, admiration, acquiescence, in- dignation or derision. It has been truly said that when a large assembly is animated by a common sentiment which demands instantaneous utterance, it can find that utterance only through interjections. Again, what depth of meaning in this little word, as an expression of grief, in the following lines by Words- worth : "She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; Now she is in her grave, and oh! The difference to me." What possible combination of words could be more significant than the reply, "Pooh! pooh!" to a contro- versialist's theory, or the contemptuous "Fudge!" with SMALL WORDS. 127 which Mr. Churchill, in "The Vicar of Wakefield," sums up the pretensions of the languishing Miss Carolina Wil- helmina Amelia Skeggs: "Virtue, my dear Lady Blarney, virtue is worth any price; but where is that to be found?" "Fudge!" What volumes of meaning are sometimes condensed into the little word psha! " Doubt," says Thackeray, " is always crying psha and sneering." How expressive are those al- most infinitesimal words which epitomize the alternations of human life, all! and ha! As Fuller beautifully moralizes: "Ha! is the interjection of laughter; all! is an interjection of sorrow. The difference between them is very small, as consisting only in the transposition of what is no substan- tial letter, but a bare aspiration. How quickly, in the age of a minute, , in the very turning of our breath, is our mirth changed to mourning!" The truth is that, so far is this class of words from being, as Max Muller contends, the mere outskirts of lan- guage, they are more truly words than any others. These little words, so expressive of joy, of hope, of doubt, of fear, which leap from the heart like fiery jets from volcanic isles, these surviving particles of the ante-Babel tongues, which spring with the flush or blanching of the face to all lips, and are understood by all men, these " silver fragments of a broken voice," to use an expression of Tennyson's, " the only remains of the Eden lexicon in the dictionaries of all races," "The only words Of Paradise that have survived the fall," are emphatically and preeminently language. It is doubt- less true that civilization, with its freezing formalities, 128 WORDS ; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. tends to diminish the use of interjections, as well as their natural accompaniments, gesture and gesticulation; but on the other hand, it should be noted, that there are " certain interjections which are the fruits of, and only fit to find a place in, the highest and most mature forms of human culture." Interjections, in truth, are not so much "_/wr/x of speech" as entire expressions of feeling or thought. They are preeminently pictorial. If I pronounce the words house, strike, black, beautifully, without other words or explanatory gestures, I say nothing distinctly; I may mean any one of a hundred things; but if I utter an interjectional exclamation, denoting joy or sorrow, surprise or fear, every person who hears me knows at once by what affection I am moved. I communicate a fact by a single syllable. Max Miiller admits that interjections, together with gestures, the movements of the muscles of the mouth and the eye, would be quite sufficient for all the purposes which language answers with the majority of mankind. It is said that a late king of Naples once entertained his inflammable subjects from his balcony by a speech consisting of nothing but gestures and a few in- terjections, and sent them away contented. Coming from the lips of a great orator, these little words, so despised by grammarians, may be more powerful, more to the point, more eloquent, than a long speech. Their inherent ex- pressiveness entitles them to be regarded as the appro- priate language, the mother-tongue of passion; and hence the effect of good acting depends largely on the proper introduction and just articulation of this class of words. Shakspeare's interjections exact a rare command of modulation, and cannot be rendered with any truth ex- cept by one who has mastered the whole play. What a SMALL WORDS. 129 profound insight of the masterpiece of the poet is required of him who would adequately utter the word indeed in the following passage of Othello! "It contains in it," says an English writer, " the gist of the chief action of the play, and it implies all that the plot develops. It ought to be spoken with such an intonation as to suggest the diabolic scheme of lago's conduct. There is no thought of the grammatical structure of the compound, consisting of the preposition in and the substantive deed, which is equivalent to act, fact, or reality. All this vanishes and is lost in the mere iambic dissyllable which is employed as a vehicle for the feigned tones of surprise." " lago. I did not think he had been acquainted with her. Oth. O yes, and went between us very oft. logo. INDEED! Oth. Indeed? ay, indeed. Discern'st thou anght in that? Is he not konest? logo. Honest, my lord? Oth. Honest? ay, honest!" The English language is preeminently a language of small words. Its fondness for monosyllables is even stronger than that of the Anglo-Saxon. Not a few words of this class, such as the verbs to love, bake, beat, slide, sivim, bind, blotv, brew, were, in the Anglo-Saxon, dissyllables. The English language cuts down its words to the narrowest possible limits, lopping and condensing, never expanding. Sometimes it cuts off an initial syllable, as in " 'gin " for " engine," " 'van " for " carryvan," " 'bus " for " omnibus," " 'wig" for "periwig;" sometimes it cuts off a final sylla- ble, or syllables, as in " aid " for " aid-de-camp," " prim " for "primitive, 1 ' "grog" for "grogram," "pants" for "pantaloons," "tick" for (pawnbroker's) "ticket;" some- times it strikes out a letter, or letters, from the middle 6* 130 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. of a word; as "last" for "latest," "lark" for "laverock," "since" for "sithence." Again, it contracts a word, as in "sent" for "sended," "built" for "builded," "chirp" for "chirrup" or "cheer up," "fag" for "fatigue," "con- sols" for "consolidated annuities," etc. In speaking, we clip our vowels shorter than any other people; Voltaire said that the English gained two hours a day by clipping their words. The same love of brevity has shown itself in rendering the final e in English always mute. In Chaucer the final e must often be sounded as a separate syllable, or the verse will limp. To the same cause we owe the hissing s, so offensive to foreign ears, and which has been compared to the sound of red-hot iron plunged in water. The old termination of the verb, th, has given way to s in the third person singular, and en to s in the third person plural. The Anglo-Saxon, the substratum of our modern En- glish, is emphatically monosyllabic; yet many of the grandest passages in our literature are made up almost exclusively of Saxon words. The English Bible abounds in grand, sublime, and tender passages, couched almost entirely in words of one syllable. The passage in Ezekiel, which Coleridge is said to have considered the sublimest in the whole Bible: "And he said unto me, son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, Lord God, thou knowest," contains seventeen monosyllables to three others. What passage in Holy Writ surpasses in ener- getic brevity that which describes the death of Sisera, "At her feet he bowed, he fell; at her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down; where he bowed, there he fell down dead"? Here are twenty-two monosyllables, to one dis- syllable thrice repeated, and that a word which is usually SMALL WORDS. 131 pronounced as a monosyllable. The lament of David over Saul and Jonathan is not surpassed in pathos by any sim- ilar passage in the whole range of literature; yet a very large proportion of these touching words are of one or two syllables: "The beauty of Israel is slain upon the high places; how are the mighty fallen! . . Ye mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew, neither let there be rain upon you, nor fields of offerings. . . Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided. . . They were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions. . . How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! Jonathan, thou wast slain in thine high places. I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan : very pleasant hast thou been unto me : thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women." The early writers, the " pure wells of English unde- filed," abound in small words. Shakspeare employs them in his finest passages, especially when he would paint a scene with a few masterly touches. Hear Macbeth: "Here lay Duncan, Hie silver skin laced with his golden blood; And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in Nature For ruin's wasteful entrance. There the murderers, Steep'd in the colors of their trade, their daggers Unmannerly breech'd with gore.'* Are monosyllables passionless? Listen, again, to the "Thane of Cawdor": " That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye winks at the hand. Yet, let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see." Two dissyllables only among fifty-two words! 132 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. Bishop Hall, in one of his most powerful satires, speak- ing of the vanity of " adding house to hquse and field to field," has these beautiful lines: "Fond fool! six feet shall serve for all thy store, And he that cares for most shall find no more." " What harmonious monosyllables!" exclaims the critic, Gifford; yet they may be paralleled by others in the same writer, equally musical and equally expressive. Was Milton tame? He knew when to use polysylla- bles of "learned length and thundering sound"; but he knew also when to produce the grandest effects by the small words despised by inferior artists. Read his account of the journey of the fallen angels: "Through many a dark and dreary vale They passed, and many a region dolorous, O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death, A universe of death. In what other language shall we find in the same number of words a more vivid picture of desolation than this? Hear, again, the lost archangel calling upon hell to receive its new possessor: "One who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here, at least, We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built Here for His envy; will not drive us hence; Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in hell; Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven." Did Byron lack force or fire? His skilful use of mono- syllables is often the very secret of his charm. Listen to SMALL WORDS. 133 the words in which he describes the destruction of Sen- nacherib: "For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts beat but once, and forever lay still." Here, out of forty-three words, all but three are mono- syllables; and yet how exquisitely are all these monosylla- bles linked into the majestic and animated movement of the anapestic measure! Again, what can be more mu- sical and more melancholy than the opening verse of the lines in which the same poet bids adieu to his native land? "Adieu! adien! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue, The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. "Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land, good night!" " With thce, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine. "Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts and ye caves! My native land, good night!" Two Latin words, native and desert; one French, adieu; the rest, English purely. The third and fourth lines paint the scene to the life; yet all the words but one are mono- syllables. The following brief passage from one of Landor's poems strikingly illustrates the metrical effect of simple words of one syllable: 134 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. . . '-She was sent forth To bring that light which never wintry blast Blows out, nor rain, nor snow extinguishes The light that shines from loving eyes upon Eyes that love back, till they can see no more." Here, out of thirty different words, but one is a long one; nearly all the rest are monosyllables. Herbert Spencer, in an able paper on the " Philosophy of Style," has pointed out the superior forcibleness of Saxon-English to Latin-English, and shown that it is due largely to the comparative brevity of the Saxon. If a thought gains --in energy in- proportion as it is expressed in fewer words, it must also gain in energy in propor- tion as the words in which it is expressed have fewer syl- lables. If surplus articulations fatigue the hearer, distract his attention, and diminish the strength of the impression made upon him, it matters not whether they consist of entire words or of parts of words. " Formerly," says an able, writer, " when armies engaged in battle, they were drawn up in one long line, fighting from flank to flank; but a great general broke up this heavy mass into several files, so that he could bend his front at will, bring any troops he chose into action, and, even after the first on- slaught, change the whole order of the field; and though such a broken line might not have pleased an old sol- dier's eye, as having a look of weakness about it, still it carried the day, and is everywhere now the arrangement. There will thus be an advantage, the advantage of supple- ness, in having the parts of a word to a certain degree kept by themselves; this, indeed, is the way with all lan- guages as they become more refined; and so far are mono- syllabic languages from being lame and ungainly, that such are the sweetest and gracefulest, as those of Asia; SMALL WORDS. 135 and the most rough and untamed (those of North Amer- ica) abound in huge unkempt words, yardlongtailed, like fiends." We have already spoken of Johnson's fondness for big, swelling words, the leviathans of the lexicon, whatever the theme upon which he was writing; and also of certain speakers and writers in our own day, who have an equal contempt for small words, and never use one when they can find a pompous polysyllable to take its place. It is evident, however, from the passages we have cited, that these Liliputians, -these Tom Thumbs of the dictionary, play as important a part in our literature as their bigger and more magniloquent brethren. Like the infusoria of our globe, so long unnoticed, which are now known to have raised whole continents from the depths of the ocean, these words, once so despised, are now rising in importance, and are admitted by scholars to form an important class in the great family of words. In some kinds of writing their almost exclusive use is indispensable. What would have been the fate of Bunyan's immortal book had he told the story of the Pilgrim's journey in the ponderous, ele- phantine "osities" and "ations" of Johnson, or the gor- geous Latinity of Taylor? It would have been like build- ing a boat out of timbers cut out for a ship. It is owing to this grandiose style, as much as to any other cause, that the author of the " Rambler," in spite of his sturdy strength and grasp of mind, " lies like an Egyptian king, buried and forgotten in the pyramid of his fame." When we remem- ber that the Saxon language, the soul of the English, is essentially monosyllabic; that our language contains, of monosyllables formed by the vowel a alone, more than five hundred, by the vowel e, some four hundred and fifty; by 136 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. the vowel ?', about four hundred; by the vowel o, over four hundred; and by the vowel u, more than two hundred and fifty ; we must admit that these seemingly petty and insig- nificant words, even the microscopic particles, so far from meriting to be treated as " creepers," are of high impor- tance, and that to know when and how to use them is of no less moment to the speaker or writer than to know when to use the grandiloquent expressions which we have borrowed from the language of Greece and Rome. To every man who has occasion to teach or move his fellow-men by tongue or pen, we would *ay in the words of Dr. Addison Alexander, themselves a happy example of the thing he commends: "Think not that strength lies in the big round word, Or that the brief and plain must needs be weak, To whom can this be true who once has heard The cry for help, the tongue that all men Bpeak, When want or woe or fear is in the throat, So that each word gasped out is like a shriek Pressed from the sore heart, or a strange wild note Sung by some fay or fiend. There is a strength Which dies if stretched too far or spun too fine, Which has more height than breadth, more depth than length. Let but this force of thought and speech be mine, And he that will may take the sleek, fat phrase, Which glows and burns not, though it gleam and shine, Light, but no heat a flash, but not a blaze! Nor is it mere strength that the short word boasts; It serves of more than fight or storm to tell. The roar of waves that clash on rock-bound coasts, The crash of tall trees when the wild winds swell, The roar of guns, the groans of men that die On blood-stained fields. It has a voice as well For them that far off on their sick-beds He; For them that weep, for them that mourn the dead; For them that laugh, and dance, and clap the hand; To joy's quick step, as well as grief's slow tread, The sweet, plain words we learned at first keep time, And, though the theme be sad, or gay, or grand. With each, with all, these may be made to chime, In thought, or speech, or song, in prose or rhyme." WORDS WITHOUT MEANING. 137 CHAPTER V. WORDS WITHOUT MEANING. POLONIUS. What do you read, my lord ? HAJ^LET. Words, words, words. SHAKSPEARE. Is not cant the materia prima of the Devil, from which all falsehoods, imbecilities, abominations, body themselves; from which no true thing can come? For cant is itself properly a double-distilled lie; the second power of a lie. CARLYLE. That virtue of originality that men so strain after is not newness, as they vainly think (there is nothing new), it is only genuineness; it all depends on this single glorious faculty of getting to the spring of things, and working out from that; it is the coolness and clearness and deliciousness of the water fresh from the fountain-head, opposed to the thick, hot, unrefreshing drainage from otb^er men's meadows. RUSKIN. SOME years ago the author of the "Biographical His- tory of Philosophy," in a criticism of a certain pub- lic performer in London, observed that one of his most marked qualities was the priceless one of frankness. " He accepts no sham. He pretends to admire nothing he does not in his soul admire. He pretends to be nothing that he is not. Beethoven bores him, and he says so: how many are as wearied as he, but dare not confess it! Oh, if men would but recognize the virtue of intrepidity! If men would but cease lying in traditionary formulas, pretending to admire, pretending to believe, and all in sheer respectability ! " Who does not admire the quality here commended, and yet what quality, in this age of self-assertion, of sounding brass and tinkling cymbal, is more rare? What an amount of insincerity there is in human speech! In how 138 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. few persons is the tongue an index to the heart! What a meaningless conventionality pervades all the forms of social intercourse! Everybody knows* that "How d'ye do?" and "Good morning!" are parroted in most cases without a thought of their meaning, or, at least, without any positive interest in the health or prosperity of the person addressed; we begin a letter to one whom we secretly detest with " My dear sir," and at the end sub- scribe ourselves his " obedient servant," though we should resent a single word from him which implied a belief in our sincerity, or bore the slightest appearance of a com- mand. But not to dwell upon these phrases, the hollow- ness of which may be excused on the ground that they sweeten human intercourse, and prevent the roughest men from degenerating into absolute boors, it is yet startling to reflect how large a proportion of human speech is the veriest cant. That men should use words the meaning of which they have never weighed or dis- criminated, is bad enough; but that they should habitu- ally use words as mere counters or forms, is certainly worse. There is hardly a class, a society, or a relation in which man can be placed toward man, that does not rail into play more or less of language without meaning. The " damnable iteration " of the lawyer in a declaration of assault and battery is not more a thing of form than is the asseveration of one petitioner that he " will ever pray," etc., and of another that he " will be a thousand times obliged," if you will grant his request. Who does not know to what an amount of flummery the most trifling kindness done by one person to another often gives occa- sion on both sides? The one racks the vocabulary for words and phrases in which to express his pretended grat- WORDS WITHOUT MEANING. 139 itucle, while, in fact, he is only keenly humiliated by having to accept a favor, and the other as eloquently dis- claims any merit in the grant, which he really grudged, and will never think of without feeling that he made a great sacrifice. The secret feeling of many a " public benefactor " loudly praised by the newspapers, was finely let out by Lord Byron when he sent four thousand pounds to the Greeks, and privately informed a friend that he did not think he could well get off for less. How many wedding and other presents, and subscriptions to testimonials and to public enterprises, are made by those who secretly curse the occasion that exacts them? With the stereotyped " thanks " and " grateful acknowledgments " of the shop- keeper all are familiar, as they are with "the last," the " positively the last," and the " most positively the very last " appearances of the dramatic stars, that shine for five hundred or a thousand dollars a night. As nobody is de- ceived by these phrases, it seems hypercritical to complain of them, and yet one can hardly help sympathizing with the country editor who scolds a celebrated musician because he is now making farewell tours " once a year," whereas formerly he made them " only once in five years," Con- sidering the sameness of shopkeepers' acknowledgments, one cannot help admiring the daring originality of the Dutch commercial house of which the poet Moore tells, that concluded a letter thus: " Sugars are falling more and more every day; not so the respect and esteem with which we are your obedient servants." The cant of public speakers is so familiar to the public that it is looked for as a matter of course. When a man is called on to address a public meeting, it is understood that the apology for his " lack of 140 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. preparation" to meet the demand so "unexpectedly" made upon him, will preface the "impromptu" which he has spent weeks in elaborating, as surely as the inevitable " This is so unexpected " prefaces the reply of a maiden to the long-awaited proposal of marriage from her lover. Literary men are so wont to weigh their words that cant in them seems inexcusable; yet where shall we find more of it than in books, magazines, and newspapers? How many reasons are assigned by authors for inflicting their works on the public, other than the true one, namely, the pleasure of writing, the hope of a little distinction or of a little money! How many writers profess to welcome criticism, which they nevertheless ascribe to spite, envy, jealousy, if it is unfavorable! What is intrinsically more deceptive than the multitudinous "WE" in which every writer, great and small, hides his individuality, whether his object be, as Archdeacon Hare says, "to pass himself off unnoticed, like the Irishman's bad guinea in a handful of halfpence," or to give to the opinions of a humble individual the weight and gravity of a council? "Who the is We?" exclaimed the elder Kean on reading a scathing criticism upon his "Hamlet"; and the question might be pertinently asked of many other nominis umbrae who deliver their literary judgments as oracularly as if they were lineal descendants of Minos or Rhadamanthus. Who can estimate the diminution of power and influence that would result, should the ten thousand editors in the land, who now speak with a voice of authority, as the organs of the public or a party, come down from their thrones, and exchange the regal "we" for the plebeian and egotistic "I"? Who is "I"? the reader might exclaim, in tones even more contemptuous than Kean's. The truth is, "I" WORDS WITHOUT MEANING. 141 is a nobody. He represents only himself. He may be Smith or Jones, the merest cipher. He may weigh but a hundred pounds, and still less morally and intellectually. He may be diminutive in stature, and in intellect a Tom Thumb. Who cares what such a pygmy thinks? But " we " represents a multitude, an imposing crowd, a mighty assembly, a congress, or a jury of sages; and we all quail before the opinions of the great " we." As a writer has well said: "'We have every reason to believe that beef will rise to starvation prices ' is a sentiment which, when read in a newspaper, will make the stoutest stomach trem- ble ; but substitute an ' I ' for the ' we,' and nobody cares a copper for the opinion. It has been well said that what terrified Belshazzar was the hand on the wall, because he couldn't see to whom it belonged; and the same may be said of the editorial ' we.' It is the mystery in which it is involved that invests it with potency." The history of literature abounds with examples of words used almost without meaning by whole classes of writers. Who does not know how feeble and hollow Brit- ish poetry had become in the eighteenth century, just before the appearance of Cowper? Compelled to appear in the costume of the court, it had acquired its artificiality; and dealing with the conventional manners and outside aspects of men, it had almost forsaken the human heart, the proper haunt and main region of song. Instead of being the vehicle of lofty and noble sentiments, it had degenerated into a mere trick of art, a hand-organ opera- tion, in which one man could grind out tunes nearly as well as another. A certain monotonous smoothness, a perpetually recurring assortment of images, had become so much the traditional property of the versifiers, that 142 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. one could set himself up in the business as a shopkeeper might supply himself with his stock-in-trade. The style that prevailed has been aptly termed by the poet Lowell " the Dick Swiveller style." As Dick always called the wine " rosy," sleep " balmy," so did these correct gentlemen always employ a glib epithet or a diffuse periphrasis to express the commonest ideas. The sun was never called by his plain, almanac name, but always "Phcebus," or "the orb of day." The moon was known only as "Cynthia." " Diana," or " the refulgent lamp of night." Naiads were as plenty in every stream as trout or pickerel. If these poets wished to say tea, they would write "Of China's herb the infusion hot and mild." Coffee would be nothing less than "The fragrant juice of Mocha's kernel gray." A boot would be raised to " The shining leather that the leg encased." All women in that golden age were "nymphs"; "dryads" were as common as birds; carriages were ''harnessed pomps " ; houses, humble or stately " piles " ; and not a wind could blow, whether the sweet South, or " Boreas, Cecias, or Argestes loud," but it was " a gentle zephyr." Pope satirized this conventional language in the well- known lines: " While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find 'the cooling western breeze,' In the next Hue 'it whispers through the trees': If crystal streams 'with pleasing murmurs creep.' The reader's threatened, not in vain, with ' sleep.' " Yet Pope himself was addicted to these circumlocutions and to threadbare mythological allusions, quite as much as the small wits whom he ridiculed. The manly genius WORDS WITHOUT MEANING. 143 of Cowper broke through these traditionary fetters, and relieved poetry from the spell in which Pope and his imitators had bound its phraseology and rhythm. Ex- pressing his contempt for the " creamy smoothness " of such verse, in which sentiment was so often " sacrificed to sound, And tmth cut short to make a period round,'' he cried: ' Give me the line that ploughs its stately course. Like a proud swan, conquering the stream by force; That, like some cottage brauty, strikes the heart, Quite unindebted to the tricks of art." The charm of Cowper's letters, acknowledged by all competent judges to be the best in the English language, lies in the simplicity and naturalness, the freedom from affectation, by which they are uniformly characterized. Contrasting them with those of Wilberforce, Dr. Andrew Combe observes in a letter to a friend: "Cowper's lexers, to my mind, do far more to excite a deep sense of religion, than all the labored efforts of Wilberforce. The one gives expression simply and naturally to the thoughts and feel- ings which spring up spontaneously as he writes. The other forces in the one topic in all his letters, and lashes himself up to a due fervor of expression, whether the mind wills or not. On one occasion Wilberforce dispatched a very hurried letter on Saturday night, without any reli- gious expressions in it. In the night-time his conscience troubled him so much for the omission, that he could not rest till he sat down next morning and wrote a second with the piety, and apologizing for his involuntary departure from his rule! Only think what a perversion of a good principle this was!" It is in the conduct of political affairs that the class of 144 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. words of which we have spoken are used most frequently. Sir Henry Wotton long since defined an ambassador as a gentleman sent abroad to lie for the benefit of his country. In Europe, so indissolubly has diplomacy' been associated with trickery, that it is said Talleyrand's wonderful success with the representatives of foreign courts was owing largely to his frankness and fair dealing, nobody believing it pos- sible that he was striving for that for which he seemed to be striving. The plain, open, straightforward way in which he spoke of and dealt with all public matters, completely puzzled the vulgar minds, that could not dissociate from diplomacy the mysterious devices that distinguish the hack from the true diplomatist. In the titles and styles of address used by Kings and Emperors, we have examples of cant in its most meaningless forms. One sovereign is his Most Christian Majesty, another Defender of the Faith, etc. A monarch, forced by public opinion to issue a commission of inquiry, addresses all the members of it as his well- beloved, though in his heart he detests them. Everybody knows that George I. of England obtained his crown, not by hereditary title, but by an act of Parlia- ment; yet, in his very first speech to that body, he had the effrontery to speak of ascending " the throne of his an- cestors." Well might Henry Luttrell exclaim: "O that in England there might be A duty on hypocrisy! A tax on humbug, an excise On solemn plausibilities, A stamp on everything that canted! No millions more, if these were granted, Henceforward would be raised or wanted." So an American politician, who, by caucus-packing, " wire- pulling," and perhaps bribery, has contrived to get elected WORDS WITHOUT MEANING. 145 to a State legislature or to Congress, will publicly thank his fellow-citizens for having sent him there " by their voluntary, unbiased suffrages." When the patriot, Patkul, was surrendered to the vengeance of Charles XII. of Swe- den, the following sentence was read over to him: "It is hereby made known to be the order of his Majesty, our most iiii-irifnl sovereign, that this man, who is a traitor to his country, be broken on the wheel and quartered," etc. "What mercy! " exclaimed the poor criminal. It was with the same mockery of benevolence that the Holy Inquisition was wont, when condemning a heretic to the torture, to express the tenderest concern for his temporal and eternal welfare. One of the most offensive forms of cant is the profession of extreme humility by men who are full of pride and arrogance. The haughtiest of all the Koman Pontiffs styled himself "the servant of the servants of God," at the very time when he humiliated the Emperor of Germany by making him wait five days barefoot in his ante-chamber in the depth of winter, and expected all the Kings of Europe, when in his presence, to kiss his toe or hold his stirrup. Catherine of Russia was always mouthing the language of piety and benevolence, especially when about to wage war or do some rascally deed. Louis the Fourteenth's paroxysms of repentance and devotion were always the occasion for fresh outrages upon the Huguenots; and Napoleon was always prating of his love of peace, and of being compelled to fight by his quarrelsome neigh- bors. While the French revolutionists were shouting "Liberty. Equality, and Fraternity!" men were executed in Paris without law and against law. and heads fell by cart-loads from the knife of the guillotine. The favorite amusement of Couthon, one of the deadliest of Robes- 7 146 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. pierre's fellow cut-throats, was the rearing of doves. The contemplation of their innocence, he said, made the charm of his existence in consoling him for the wickedness of men. Even when he had reached the height of his " bad preeminence" as a terrorist, he was carried to the National Assembly or the Jacobin Club fondling little lapdogs, which he nestled in his bosom. It is told of one of his bloody compatriots, who was as fatal to men and as fond of dogs as himself, that when a distracted wife, who had pleaded to him in vain for her husband's life, in retiring from his presence, chanced to tread on his favorite spaniel's tail, he cried out, "Good heavens, Madame! have you no humanity?'" 1 "My children," said Dr. Johnson, "clear your minds of cant." If professional politicians should follow this advice, many of them would be likely to find their occupation clean gone. At elections they are so wont to simulate the sentiments and language of patriotism, to pretend a zeal for this, an indignation for that, and a horror for another thing, about which they are known to be comparatively in- different, as if any flummery might be crammed down the throats of the people, that the voters whom the old party hacks fancy they are gulling are simply laughing in their sleeves at their transparent attempts at deception. Daniel O'Connell, the popular Irish orator, is said to have had a large vocabulary of stockxpolitical phrases, upon which he rang the changes with magical effect. He could whine, and wheedle, and wink with one eye, while he wept with the other; and if his flow of oratory was ever in danger of halting, he had always at hand certain stereotyped catch- words, such as his " own green isle," his " Irish heart," his "head upon the block," his "hereditary bondsmen, know ye not," etc., which never failed him in any emergency. WOKDS WITHOUT MEANING. 147 Common, however, as are meaningless phrases on the stump and the platform, it is to be feared that they are hardly less so in the meeting-house, and there they are doubly offensive, if not unpardonable. It is a striking remark of Coleridge that truths, of all others the most awful and interesting, are too often considered so true that they lose all the power of truth, and lie bed-ridden in the dormitory of the soul, side by side with the most despised and exploded errors. Continual handling wears off the beauty and significance of words, and it is only by a distinct effort of the mind that we can restore their full meaning. " Hence it is that the traditional maxims of old experience, though seldom questioned, have often so little effect on the conduct of life, because their mean- ing is never, by most persons, really felt, until personal experience has brought it home. And thus, also, it is that so many doctrines of religion, ethics, and even poli- tics, so full of meaning and reality to first converts, have manifested a tendency to degenerate rapidly into lifeless dogmas, which tendency all the efforts of an education expressly and skilfully directed to keeping the meaning alive are barely found sufficient to counteract."* There can be little doubt that many a man whose life is thoroughly selfish cheats himself into the belief that he is pious because he parrots with ease the phrases of piety and orthodoxy. Who is not familiar with scores of such pet phrases and cant terms, which are repeated at this day apparently without a thought of their mean- ing? Who ever attended a missionary meeting without hearing "the Macedonian cry," and an account of some "little interest," and "fields white for the harvest"? * Mill's "Logic." 148 WORDS ; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. Who is not weary of the ding-dong of "^our Zion " and the solecism of " in our midst " ; and who does not long lor a verbal millennium when Christians shall no longer "feel to take" and "grant to give"? "How much I regret," says Coleridge, "that so many religious persons of the present day think it necessary to adopt a certain cant of manner and phraseology as a token to each other! They must improve this and that text, and they must do so and so in a prayerful way; and so on. A young lady urged upon me, the other day, that such and such feelings were the marrow of all religion; upon which I recommended her to try to walk to London on her marrow-bones only." Mr. Spurgeon, in his "Lectures to Students," remarks that "'the poor unworthy dust' is nn epithet generally applied to themselves by the proudest men in the congregation, and not seldom by the most mon- eyed and groveling; in which case the last words are not so very inappropriate. We have heard of a good man who, in pleading for his children and grandchildren, was so completely beclouded in the blinding influence of this expression, that he exclaimed, ' Lord, save thy dust, and thy dust's dust, and thy dust's dust's dust.' When Abraham said, 'I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord, which am but dust and ashes,' the utterance was forcible and expressive; but in its misquoted, perverted, and abused form, the sooner it is consigned to its own element the better." Many persons have very erroneous ideas of what constitutes religious conversation. That is not necessarily religious talk which is interlarded with religious phrases, or which is solely about divine things: but that which is permeated with religious feeling, which is full of truth, reverence, and love, whatever the theme WORDS WITHOUT MEANING. 149 may be. Who has not heard some men talk of the most worldly things in a way that made the hearer feel the electric current of spirituality playing through their words, and uplifting his whole spiritual being? And who has not heard other persons talk about the divinest things in so dry, formal, and soulless a way that their words seemed a profanation, and chilled him to the core? It is almost a justification of slang that it is generally an effort to obtain relief from words worn bare by the use of persons who put neither knowledge nor feeling into them, and which seem incapable of expressing anything real. When Lady Townsend was asked if Whitefield had re- canted, she replied, "No; he has only canted.'" Often, when there is no deliberate hypocrisy, good men use lan- guage so exaggerated and unreal as to do more harm than the grossest worldliness. We have often, in thinking upon this subject, called to mind a saying of Dr. Sharp, of Boston, a Baptist preacher, who was a hater of all cant and shams. " There's Dr. ," said he, about the time of the first meeting of the Evangelical Alliance, " who went all the way to Europe to talk up brotherly love. If he should meet a poor Baptist minister in the street, he wouldn't speak to him." Nothing is cheaper than pious or benevolent talk. A great many men would be positive forces of goodness in the world, if they did not let all their principles and enthusiasm escape in words. They are like locomotives which let off so much steam through the escape valves, that, though they fill the air with noise, they have not power enough left to move the train. There is hardly anything which so fritters spiritual energy as talk without deeds. " The fluent boaster is not the man who is steadiest before the enemy ; it is well said to him that his courage is 150 WOltDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. better kept till it is wanted. Loud utterances of virtuous indignation against evil from the platform, or in the drawing-room, do not characterize the spiritual giant; so much indignation as is expressed, has found vent; it is wasted; is taken away from the work of coping with evil; the man has so much less left. And hence he who restrains that love of talk, lays up a fund of spiritual strength."* It is said that Pambos, an illiterate saint of the middle ages, being unable to read, came to some one to be taught a psalm. Having learned the simple verse, " I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I offend not with my tongue," he went away, saying that was enough if it was practically acquired. When asked six months, and again many years after, why he did not come to learn another verse, he answered that he had never been able truly to master this. A man may have a heart overflowing with love and sym- pathy, even though he is not in the habit of exhibiting on his cards " J. Good Soul, Philanthropist," and was never known to unfold his cambric handkerchief with the words, " Let us weep." On the other hand, nothing is easier than to use a set phraseology without attaching to it any clear and definite meaning, to cheat one's self with the sem- blance of thought or feeling, when no thought or feeling exists. It has been truly said that when good men who have no deep religious fervor use fervent language, which they have caught from others, or which was the natural expression of what they felt in other and better years, above all, when they employ on mean and trivial occasions expressions which have been forged in the fires of affliction and hammered out in the shock of conflict, they cannot easily imagine what a disastrous impression they produce * Sermon by Rev. F. W. Robertson. WORDS WITHOUT MEANING. 151 on keen and discriminating minds. The cheat is at once detected, and the hasty inference is drawn that all expres- sions of religious earnestness are affected and artificial. The honest and irrepressible utterance of strong convic- tion and deep emotion commands respect; but intense words should never be used when the religious life is not intense. " Costing little, words are given prodigally, and sacrificial acts must toil for years to cover the space which a single fervid promise has stretched itself over. No won- der that the slow acts are superseded by the available words, the weighty bullion by the current paper-money. If I have conveyed all I feel by language, I am tempted to fancy, by the relief experienced, that feeling has attained its end and realized itself. Farewell, then, to the toil of the ' daily sacrifice ! ' Devotion has found for itself a vent in words."* Art, as well as literature, politics, and religion, has its cant, which is as offensive as any of its other forms. When Rossini was asked why he had ceased attending the opera in Paris, he replied, " I am embarrassed at listening to music with Frenchmen. In Italy or Ger- many, I am sitting quietly in the pit, and on each side of me is a man, shabbily dressed, but who feels the music as I do; in Paris I have on each side of me a fine gentleman in straw-colored gloves, who explains to me all I feel, but who feels nothing. All he says is very clever, indeed, and it is often very true; but it takes the gloss off my own impression, if I have any." " Life and Letters of P. W. Robertson." 1.V2 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. CHAPTER VI. SOME ABUSES OF WORDS. He that hath knowledge spareth his words. PROVERBS xvn. 27. Learn the value of a man's words and expressions, and you know him. . . He who has a superlative for everything, wants a measure for the great or small. LAVATER. Words are women; deeds are men. GEORGE HERBERT. He that uses many words for the explaining of any subject, doth, like the cuttle-fish, hide himself for the most part in his own ink. RAT. rTIHE old Roman poet Ennius was so proud of knowing -L three languages that he used to declare that he had three hearts. The Emperor Charles V. expressed himself still more strongly, and declared that in proportion to the number of languages a man knows, is he more of a man. According to this theory, Cardinal Mezzofanti, who underr stood one hundred and fourteen languages, and spoke thirty with rare excellence, must have been many men condensed into one. Of all the human polyglots in ancient or modern times, he had perhaps the greatest knowledge of words. Yet, with all his marvellous linguistic knowledge, he was a mere prodigy or freak of nature, and, it has been well observed, scarcely deserves a higher place in the Pan- theon of intellect than a blindfold chess-player or a cal- culating boy. Talking foreign languages with a fluency and accuracy which caused strangers to mistake him for a compatriot, he attempted no work of utility, left no trace of his colossal powers; and therefore, in contemplat- ing them, we can but wonder at his gifts, as we wonder SOME ABUSES OF WOKDS. 153 at the Belgian giant or a five-legged lamb. In allusion to his hyperbolical acquisitions, De Quincey suggests that the following would be an appropriate epitaph for his eminence: " Here lies a man who, in the act of dying, com- mitted a robbery, absconding from his fellow-creatures with a valuable polyglot dictionary.'' Enormous, however, as were the linguistic acquisitions of Mezzofanti, no man was ever less vain of his acquirements, priding himself, as he did, less upon his attainments than most persons upon a smattering of a single tongue. " What am I," said he to a visitor, "but an ill-bound dictionary?" The saying of Catherine de Medicis is too often suggested by such prodigies of linguistic acquisition. When told that Scaliger understood twenty different languages "That's twenty words for one idea," said she; "I had rather have twenty ideas for one word." In this reply she foreshad- owed the great error of modern scholarship, which is too often made the be-all and the end-all of life, when its only relation to it should be that of a graceful handmaid. The story of the scholar who, dying, regretted at the end of his career that he had not concentrated all his energies upon the dative case, only burlesques a*n actual fact. The educated man is too often one who knows more of lan- guage than of idea, more of the husk than of the kernel. more of the vehicle than of the substance it bears. He has got together a heap of symbols, of mere counters, with which he feels himself to be an intellectual Roths- child; but of the substance of these shadows, the sterling gold of intellect, coin current throughout the realm, he has not an eagle. All his wealth is in paper, paper like bad scrip, marked with a high nominal amount, but use- less in exchange and repudiated in real traffic. The great 154 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSE. scholar is often an intellectual miser, who expends the spir- itual energy that might make him a hero, upon the detec- tion of a wrong dot, a false syllable, or an inaccurate word. In this country, where fluency of speech is vouchsafed in so large a measure to the people, and every third man is an orator, it is easier to find persons with the twenty words for one idea, than persons with twenty ideas for one word. Of all the peoples on the globe, except perhaps the Irish, Americans are the most spendthrift of language. Not only in our court-houses and representative halls, but everywhere, we are literally deluged with words, words, words. Everybody seems born to make long speeches, as the sparks to fly upward. The Aristotelian theory that Nature abhors a vacuum appears to be a universal belief, and all are laboring to fill up the realms of space with "mouthfuls of spoken wind." The quantity of breath that is wasted at our public meetings, religious, political, philanthropic, and literary, is incalculable. Hardly a railroad or a canal is opened, but the occasion is seized on as a chance for speeches of " learned length and thun- dering sound " ; and even a new hotel cannot throw open its doors without an amount of breath being expended, sufficient, if economically used, to waft a boat across a small Jake. One is struck, in reading the " thrilling " addresses on various occasions, which are said to have " chained as with hooks of steel the attention of thousands," and which confer on their authors " immortal reputations " that die within a year, to see what tasteless word-piling passes with many for eloquence. The advice given in Racine's " Plaideurs" by an ear-tortured judge to a long-winded lawyer, " to skip to the deluge," might wisely be repeated SOME ABUSES OF WORDS. 155 to our thousand Ciceros and Chathams. The Baconian art of condensation seems nearly obsolete. Many of our orators are forever breaking butterflies on a wheel, raising oceans to drown a fly, loading cannon to shoot at humming-birds. Thought and expression are sup- planted by lungs and the dictionary. Instead of great thoughts couched in a few close, home, significant sen- tences, the value of a thousand pounds sterling of sense concentrated into a cut and polished diamond, we have a mass of verbiage, delivered with a pompous elocution. Instead of ideas brought before us, as South expresses it, like water in a well, where you have fulness in a little compass, we have the same " carried out into many petty, creeping rivulets, with length and shallowness together." It is in our legislative bodies that this evil has reached the highest climax. A member may have a thought or a fact which may settle a question ; but if it may be couched in a sentence or two, he thinks it not worth delivering. Unless he can wire-draw it into a two-hours speech, or at least accompany it with some needless verbiage to plump it out in the report, he will sit stock-still, and leave the floor to men who have fewer ideas and more words at command. The public mind, too, revolts sometimes against nourish- ment in highly concentrated forms; it requires bulk as well as nutriment, just " as hay is given to horses as well as corn, to distend the stomach, and enable it to act with its full powers." Then, again, and this, perhaps, is one of the main causes of long-winded speeches, there is a sort of reverence entertained for a man who can "spout" two or three hours on the stretch ; and the wonder is heightened, if he does it without making a fool of himself. Nothing, 156 WORDS; THEIR USE AND ABUSK. however, can be more absurd than to regard mere volubility as a proof of intellectual power. So far is this from being the case that it may be doubted whether any large- thoughted man, who was accustomed to grapple with the great problems of life and society, ever found it easy upon the rostrum to deliver his thoughts with fluency and grace. Bruce, the traveler, long ago remarked of the Abyssin- ians, that "they are all orators, as," he adds, " are most bar- barians.'' It is often said of such tonguey men that they have " a great command of language," when the simple fact is that language has a great command of them. As Whately says, they have the same command of language that a man has of a horse that runs away with him. The greatest orators of ancient and modern times have been remarkable for their economy of words. Demosthenes, when he "Shook the arsenal, and fulminecl over Greece To Macedon and Artaxerxes' throne," rarely spoke over thirty minutes, and Cicero took even less time to blast Catiline with his lightnings. There are some of the Greek orator's speeches which were spoken, as they may now be read, with sufficient slowness and distinctness, in less than half an hour ; yet they are the effusions of that rapid and mighty genius the effect of whose words the ancients exhausted their language in describing; which they could adequately describe only by comparing it to the workings of the most subtle and powerful agents of nature, the ungovernable torrent, the resistless thunder. Chatham was often briefer still, and Mirabeau, the mast'r- spirit of the French tribune, condensed his thunders into twenty minutes. SOME ABUSES OP WORDS. 157 It is said that not one of the three leading members of the convention that formed the Constitution of the United States, spoke, in the debates upon it, over twenty minutes. Alexander Hamilton was reckoned one of the most diffuse speakers of his day.; yet he did not occupy more than two hours and a half in his longest arguments at the bar, nor did his rival, Aaron Burr, occupy over half that time. A judge who was intimately acquainted with Burr and his practice, declares that he' repeatedly and successfully dis- posed of cases involving a large amount of property in half an hour. " Indeed," says he, " on one occasion he talked to the jury seven minutes in such a manner, that it took me. on the bench, half an hour to straighten them out." He adds: "I once asked him, 'Colonel Burr, why cannot lawyers always save the time and spare the patience of the court and jury by dwelling only on the important points in their cases ? ' to which Burr replied, ' Sir, you demand the greatest faculty of the human mind, selection.' " To these examples we may add that of a great English ad- vocate. " I asked Sir James Scarlett," says Buxton, " what was the secret of his preeminent success as an advocate. He replied that he took care to press home the one principal point of the case, without paying much regard to the others. He also said that he knew the secret of being short. ' I find.' said he, ' that when I exceed half an hour, I am always doing mischief to my client. If I drive into the heads of the jury unimportant matter, I drive out matter more important that I had previously lodged there.' " Joubert, a French author, cultivated verbal economy to such an extreme that he tried almost to do without words. "If there is a man on earth," said he, "tormented by the 158 WORDS; TUEIR USE AND ABUSE. cursed desire to get a whole book into a page, a whole page into a phrase, and this phrase into one word, that man is myself." The ambition of many American speakers, and not a few writers, is apparently the reverse of this. We do not seem to know that in many cases, as Hesiod says, a half is more than the whole ; and that a speech or a treatise hammered out painfully in every part, is often of less value than a few bright links, suggestive of the entire chain of thought. Who wants to swallow a whole ox, in order to get at the tenderloin? Prolixity, it has been well said, is more offensive now than it once was, because men think more rapidly. They are not more thoughtful than their ancestors, but they are more vivid, direct, and animated in their thinking. They are more impatient, therefore, of longwindedness, of a loose arrangement, and of a heavy, dragging move- ment in the presentation of truth. "A century ago men would listen to speeches and sermons, to divisions and subdivisions, that now would be regarded as utterly intol- erable. As the human body is whisked through space at the rate of a mile a minute, so the human mind travels with an equally accelerated pace. Mental operations are on straight lines, and are far more rapid than they once were. The public audience now craves a short method, a distinct sharp statement, and a rapid and accelerating movement, upon the part of its teachers." * It is, in short, an age of steam and electricity that we live in, not of slow coaches; an age of locomotives, electric telegraphs, and phonography; and hence it is the cream of a speaker's thoughts that men want, the wheat, and not the chaff, the kernel, and not the shell, the strong pungent essence, * Shedd's " Homiletics," SOME ABUSES OF WORDS. 159 and not the thin, diluted mixture. The model discourse to-day is that which gives, not all that can be said, even well said, on a subject, but the very apices rerum, the tops and sums of things reduced to their simplest expression, the drop of oil extracted from thousands of roses, and condensing all their odors, the healing power of a hun- dred weight of bark in a few grains of quinine. " Certainly the greatest and wisest conceptions that ever issued from the mind of man," says South, " have been couched under, and delivered in, a few, close, home, and significant words. . . Was not the work of all the six days (of creation) transacted in so many words? . . . Heaven, and earth, and all the host of both, as it were, dropped from God's mouth, and nature itself was but the product of a word. . . The seven wise men of Greece, so famous for their wisdom all the world over, acquired all that fame, each of them by a single sentence, consisting of two or three words. And yv