75 " THE AMERICAN MECHANIC AND WORKING-MAN. BY JAMES W. ALEXANDER. IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. I. PHILADELPHIA : WILLIAM S. MARTIEN. ENTERED according to Act of Congress, in the year 1847, by WILLIAM S. MARTIEN, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Eastern District of Penn- sylvania. SRLF URL PREFACE. IT is now some years since these unpretending volumes were first published, under the some- what whimsical name of CHARLES QUILL. The truth is, this was no more than a signa- ture adopted in writing for a newspaper, and the title had become familiar to the class of persons whose benefit was sought. Besides, the author doubted whether the name of a clergyman would add any currency to lucu- brations on such a subject. To the great surprise of the writer, the books met with a ready sale, and the earlier one, at least, passed through three editions. It is no more than justice to say, that they owed much of their favour with the public to the valuable journal in which they at first appeared, and to its editor, Mr. William B. Kinney. That they never became part of the current of literature, is not to be wonder- 1 2 PREFACE. ed at: it is believed that they were not lost upon those for whom they were intended. In offering a revised edition, the author begs leave to say once more, that his purpose will be answered, if these little volumes shall be read with pleasure in the shop of the me- chanic, during intervals of labour, or in the evening when work is over. As the title shows, this is an offering to the working-man. The apprentice, the journeyman, and the master-mechanic will here find recreation and perhaps improvement. But it aims not so much at systematic instruction, as to quicken, to cheer, and to amuse. It is no part of the plan of the work to bring down every thing to the level of the meanest capacity. Were this attempted, it would be lost upon the stupid and ignorant; while to persons of sense and improvement, all that is said will be clear enough, without any such degradation of the style. Even chil- dren are offended with the extreme of forced simplicity ; especially as some of them know that if they never hear a hard word, they will never get beyond the easy ones. All PREFACE. 3 our knowledge is gained by mingling things yet unknown with such as are known al- ready. It is thus we learn both to talk and to read. To attempt nothing but what is known, is to shun the water till one has learn- ed to swim. In this persuasion, the author has not scrupled to introduce some things for the special benefit of more advanced readers ; as, for example, the short essays on the cul- tivation of memory. For the same reason, a pretty free use has been made of the stores of English poetry. The working-man, no less than others, has a right to these treasures of his mother tongue, and may enjoy them with the greater freedom, as they require no previous scientific training to make them in- telligible. If, unhappily, the book should fall into the hands of any exceedingly grave critics, of such 'vinegar aspect', as to be scandalized by its occasional playfulness, the author will en- deavour to be more staid in his future la- bours; remembering Bos well's famous an- ecdote. It is related of the great Dr. Clarke, that when in one of his leisure hours he was 4 PREFACE. unbending himself with a few friends in the most playful and frolicsome manner, he ob- served Beau Nash approaching, upon which he suddenly stopped; "My boys (said he) let us be grave ; here comes a fool." Every page has been written with a most serious intent, and with a wish to see Amer- ican working-men elevated in their own es- teem, as the surest method towards their ele- vation in the esteem of others. Men who have so large a share in the government of the country, and who, from their facilities of intercourse, act so much in masses, deserve special attention from the philosopher and the statesman. Let the reader of these pages consider himself as in every sentence address- ed by a hearty friend; for they have been thrown before the public with warm wishes in behalf of those whom the author seeks as his readers. They are therefore DEDICATED TO THE MASTER-WORKMEN, JOURNEYMEN, AND APPRENTICES OP AMERICA, by their wellwisher, J. W.A. CONTENTS. I. The Working-man's Home 9 II. The Working-man's Dwelling 14 III. The Working-man's Garden and Grounds. ... 19 IV. Husband and Wife 27 V. The Wife at Home 32 VI. The Working-man's Daughter 38 VII. The Schoolmaster 45 VHL The Schoolmaster, continued 50 DC. Early Reading 55 X. Reading for Beginners 60 XL Reading for Entertainment 65 XII. The Working-man in search of Knowledge. . 71 Xin. Study by Stealth 78 XIV. The Art of Drawing valuable to Mechanics. . 85 XV. The Cultivation of Memory 94 XVI. The Cultivation of Memory, continued 101 XVII. The Working-man's Journeys 108 XVIII. Apprentices 114 XEX. Trades' Unions 120 XX. Trades' Unions, continued 124 XXI. The Working-man's Liberties 130 7 8 CONTENTS. XXII. The Working-man in a strange land. . . . 135 XXIII. Advantages of American Working-men . 139 XXFV. The Village Talker 144 XXV. The Pleasures of the Table 149 XXVI. Drinking and Drunkenness 155 XXVII. The Working-man's Health 161 XXVni. Baths and Cleanliness 167 XXEX. Intemperance and Disease. 175 XXX. Money 183 XXXI. Risks and Speculations 188 XXXH. The Working-man in Want 197 XXXHI. The Village Revisited 202 XXXIV. The Contented Working-man 209 XXXV. Who is the Working-man? 215 XXXVI. Home Pleasures 224 XXXVII. The Working-man's Evenings at Home. 233 XXXVIII. The Working-man in the Country 238 XXXIX. The Working-man's Saturday Evening. 243 XL. The Unstable Working-man 249 XLI. The Working-man's good Works 258 XLH. The Working-man's Rest 264 X 1 ,111. The Working-man retired from Business 270 XLIV. The Working-man in old Age 275 XLV. Conclusion 284 THE WORKING-MAN. I. THE WORKING-MAN'S HOME. " Tell me on what holy ground May domestic peace be found ? Halcyon daughter of the skies, Far on fearful wings she flies From the pomp of sceptred state, From the rebel's noisy hate." COLERIDGE. THERE is a peculiar zest in the working-man's enjoyment of home. After weariness both of body and mind, he has a refuge at the close of the day " Dear tranquil time, when the sweet sense of home Is sweetest."* There are languages, it is said, in which there is no such word as Home : in our mother tongue there is none more pregnant. It marks the sacred spot to which the cares and tumult of the world * Coleridge. 9 10 THE WORKING-MAN. do not reach ; and where, except in cases of ex- treme depravity, its vices do not intrude. If there are gentle affections in the heart, they will break forth around the hearthstone ; if there is an hour of tranquillity amidst perturbed life, it will be that which is spent with wife and children ; if there is such a thing as friendship or love, it will be developed among these dearest associates. Homeless men are seldom happy. If it was not good for man to be alone, even in Eden, it is bad indeed to be alone in such a fallen world as ours. But I will go farther, and assert the moral influences of domestic institutions. As it regards public offences, the man who has a wife and child- ren has by just so much a greater stake in society. He has much both to gain and to lose. He can- not rise or fall alone. As it regards private virtue, it depends much on the kindly affections, and these are in their very shrine in the family circle. I think I have observed that when a man begins to go astray, he becomes less fond of home. The quiet look of the wife speaks daggers to his guilty conscience. The caresses of children are so many reproaches to the man who knows that he is wasting their very livelihood by his habits of dis- sipation. I think I have observed that the most rude and quarrelsome men are orderly and quiet when they go abroad with their wives and child ren. Such is the safeguard of virtue which is fur nished by the influences of home. THE WORKING-MAN'S HOME. 11 I would have the home of the working-man his most delightful resort. To be so, it should be pleasing, even its outside. Why should it not be a well-proportioned cottage, with its windows overhung by sweetbrier and honeysuckle, and its roof shaded by spreading trees ? Why should not the little door-yard be carpeted with grass, and hedged with shrubbery? These are not luxuries of the rich alone. Yet it is too common for people to think that because they are poor they must be slovenly and dirty. A little white- wash, a little paint, a little turfing, and a few days of labour about the vines and flowers, will serve to change the whole appearance of the humblest enclosure. But let us enter the working-man's house ; and in order to meet the extremes! objection, I am supposing the case of the poorest. The walls should be white, the floors and wood-work should be scoured, the movables should be in their places, and no unsightly utensil should be more conspi- cuous than necessity requires. These are exter- nals, but they bear directly upon what is more inward and more valuable. Everybody is more cheerful in a neat than in a disorderly room. When work is over, and every thing in its place, the visiter is more welcome, the husband's look is brighter, and an affectionate flow spreads itself through the circle. The difference between England and America 12 THE WORKING-MAN. on the one hand, and the southern countries of Europe on the other, is founded in a good mea- sure on the homes of the former, and the absence of them in the latter. The common law has ac- knowledged the principle, that every man's house is his castle. It is true in more senses than one. Home is the citadel of all the virtues of the people. For by home we mean something more than one's house : it is the family that makes the home. It is the peculiar abode and domain of the wife: and this one circumstance marks it out as human, and as Christian. Sacred wedlock is the fountain not only of its pleasures but of its moral excellence. The poorest wretch who has a virtuous, sensible, industrious, and affectionate wife, is a man of wealth. Home is the abode of our children. Here they meet us with their smiles and prattle. He who unfeignedly enjoys this cannot be altogether corrupt ; and the more we can make men snjoy it, the further do we remove them out of harm's way. No men therefore are better members of society, or more apt to become stable and wealthy citizens, than such as are well married and well settled. A learned foreigner of Spanish descent, of high distinction in the politics of his own country, was once leaving the doors of a pleasant family, in New England, where he had been spending an evening. He had observed the Sabbath calm of the little circle its sequestered safety and inde- THE WORKING-MAN'S HOME. 13 pendence ; he had marked the freedom of affec- tionate intercourse between parents, and children, and friends, the cordial hospitality, and the refer- ence of every thing abroad to this central spot of home. As he retired from the lovely scene, he exclaimed, with a sort of transport, " Now I have the secret of your national virtue, and intelligence, and order ; it is in these domestic retreats !" " Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise that has survived the fall ! Though few now taste thee unimpair'd and pure, Or, tasting, long enjoy thee ! too infirm Or too incautious to preserve thy sweets Unmix'd with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ; Thou art the nurse of Virtue, in thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-bora, and destined to the skies again !"* Cowper. 14 THE WORKING-MAN. II. THE WORKING-MAN'S DWELLING. " When we mean to build, We first survey the plat, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we vote the cost of the erection." King Henry IV. part 2. THERE is such a satisfaction in having a house ot one's own, that most Americans begin to think of building as soon as they are rich enough. It is proverbial that this becomes a mania, even in the country, with men of wealth In quantity, therefore, we have no lack ; the defects are in the quality of our architecture. For want of observing the plain dictate of reason contained in my motto, many great houses are finished less splendidly than they were begun. As I seldom take a walk without seeing the dwelling of some mechanic going forward, I am anxious to make a few sug- gestions on this point. A good site is almost every thing : in such a land as ours, few are compelled to build in bad situations. Yet half the houses we see in the country are disadvantageously placed. How little advantage is taken of native groves ! I have in THE WORKING-MAN S DWELLING. 15 my eye a very costly edifice, just near enough to a beautiful copse to tempt the belief that the pro- prietor wished to avoid its shades, while he is making a strenuous effort to bring forward some starveling trees in a miserable clay before his door ! The general design is next in importance : this is what strikes the distant beholder. The eye is shocked when, in a clever building, the door has three windows on one side and five on the other. The proportions of length and height, the pitch of roof, the. number, and size, and arrangement of lights, are all matters which demand careful study, in order to produce a good effect ; but in most cases they are left to chance or whim. Sym- metry is as cheap as disproportion, and rich men should not monopolize all neatness and taste. A good plan gives beauty to the plainest materials, while no expense can render a false proportion elegant. A well-designed cottage, of the humblest dimensions and simplest fabric, fills the eye, and gives repose to the mind. But finery cannot hide bad taste ; it oftener betrays it. We may here apply Crabbe's couplet " Faults that in dusty pictures rest unknown, Are in an instant through the varnish shown." Men who come suddenly to wealth are greatly in danger of falling into this trap. The showy iu architecture is usually coupled with the vulgar; just as in dress the finest are not the truly well- 16 THE WORKING-MAN. bred. Pope has satirized this abuse of orna- ment: " Load some vain church with old theatric state Turn arcs of triumph to a garden gate ; Reverse your ornaments, and hang them all On some patch'd dog-hole eked with ends of wall " Then clap four slices of pilaster on't, That laced with bits of rustic makes a front ; Shall call the winds through long arcades to roar, Proud to catch cold at a Venetian door." Some of our builders, I hope, will read these essays : their influence is of great moment. If well instructed, they will tell such as apply to them, that the word Architecture is not confined to the massy piles of public edifices, but that the very same principles which draught the Birming- ham Town Hall, or the Madelaine, can descend to plan the cottage, or the rustic bridge. These principles ought to be studied, not only in our colleges, but our lyceums and other institutions for the instruction of working-men. Books of architectural plans should be compiled and abstract- ed from the more costly European publications. I am sure any one who is familiar with the Tailor's Magazine, will grant that there is no insuperable obstacle in the way of a builder's periodical. And not architects alone, but all planners and pro- prietors should familiarize their eye to the con- templation of good models. THE WORKING-MAN'S DWELLING. 17 The day it is to be hoped will come, when even the day-labourer will not think it necessary to be slovenly because he is poor, and when the most incessant drudges shall begin to see that there are some good things besides coin and bank-notes. The practical man whose views are enlarged will not fail to see that pleasures of imagination and taste have also their price. Decoration naturally comes after use ; we build our houses before we deck them. But in the advancement of society, there is a stage at which men always set a value upon ornament ; and though these circumstances may breed luxury, they have fruits which are desirable, such as increased contentment, placid joy, refined taste, cheerful reflection, and the love of home. Along the bank of a half-finished canal I saw, the other day, a settlement, which, at a furlong's distance, showed the origin of its tenants. Ex- temporaneous huts, barrel chimneys, floors with- out boards, windows without glass, and a dunghill at the entrance ; these afforded the symptoms of a hovel. Here was no decoration ; and I argue concerning this settlement, that there are no intel- lectual pleasures, no taste, no gentleness, no fire- side happiness. Let me change the scene. I knew a family of English people, no richer than those just noticed, who lived in a dwelling no larger than one of these but how different ! I see it yet in memory, 2* 18 THE WORKING-MAN. its whitened palings and beaten walk to the door, its tight sides and close roof, and especially its edge of summer flowers around a plot of the clean- est grass, and its roses and woodbine creeping over every window. They were poor, but they were tidy. More than this ; they were fond of natural beauty, and fond of home, and therefore always aiming to make home lovely. Every reader has many times seen the same thing, and some have already learned the con- nexion between simple decoration and domestic virtue and peace. Why does an English cottage strike an American with surprise ? Why does he look, as at a strange thing, upon the French pea- santry taking their evening repast beneath their trees and vines ? Because we Americans are so particularly practical, and so possessed of the demon of trade, that nothing is valuable which cannot be sold. Value is becoming equivalent to vendibility. Valuable means saleable : worth means money. If a flower, or a hedge-row, or a cascade, or a bust, or a prospect, add to the price under the hammer, these things are valuable, and are straightway inserted in the lithographic view of the auctioneer. They are useful. Usefulness is that quality of things whereby they bring money. THE GARDEN AND GROUNDS. 19 1 III. THE GARDEN AND GROUNDS. " Tall thriving trees confess the fruitful mould, The reddening apple ripens here to gold ; Here the blue fig with luscious juice o'erflows, With deeper red the full pomegranate glows, &c. HOMER'S Odyssey, book vii. IT was certainly an exaggeration of Mrs. Trol- lope to say, that no one could ever hear two Americans talk five minutes without the word dollar. So Bonaparte exaggerated when he called the British " a nation of shopkeepers." Be it so. Caricatures often tell the truth. Even the hideous concave mirror, though it exaggerate ever so much, shows me some grand blemishes of my face. I have tried the experiment, in walking the crowded streets of our cities, to catch the predominant word of the passers-by. The catalogue is limited, and consists of such as these, " Ten per cent." " doing a good business" " money market" "operations in property" "exchange" " stock" " thousand dollars" " credit" " profits" " fortune," &c. &c. If a man is so practical that he will not wash his face without " value received," I entertain no 20 THE WORKING-MAS. hopes of bringing him over. I have no purchase for my instrument. Now cleanliness is a sort of decoration ; negative, perhaps, but the condition of all the rest. Neatness follows very closely : a cleanly child is usually neat. The cleanly housewife fs sure to produce in her cottage a cer- tain trim and symmetrical arrangement which gratifies the eye. This is neatness budding into beauty. This transition ought to be seized upon wherever it appears. The pleasant little children who are yonder playing in the dust may be taught to keep themselves clean, and then to be neat. This is the path towards decoration. Taste needs development. These creatures may be bred to enjoy ornament : and thus we may get a race of people, even among the poor, who will begin to beautify the land. I live in the hope of seeing cottages along our multiplied and dirty railways, each adorned not only with a white surface and a close fence, but with roses, pinks, tulips, and all the pretty vegetable gifts of a loving Providence ; gifts which our yeomanry have too much banished to green-houses and ballads. The ways of adorning a house by rural aids are various, and so well known as scarcely to need enumeration. They may be adapted to the low- liest habitation of civilized man, no less than to the villa or the chateau. Nothing but love for domestic beauty and ordinary tact are required to rear a thousand tasteful abodes along all our high- THE GARDEN AND GROUNDS. 21 ways. And if but one provident householder will begin, we shall find that, humble as his habitation may be, he will soon be imitated by his neigh- bours. Fashion itself, the cause of so many fol- lies, may be brought in aid of virtuous enjoyment. Let some working-man make the trial, by holding up before his mind rural decoration as a distinct object. Let him secure to himself a house and garden where he is willing to spend his life. Let him, as his means allow, have it tight and finished, and by all means duly enclosed. This is the frame-work ; after this ensue the details. Let him learn the economy of a little timely paint, and of a fence or hedge which will withstand the assaults of wind and beasts. From day to day, as he may be able to snatch a moment for breathing the fresh air, let him remove unsightly objects and make an entrance upon positive ornament. How easy it is to set out clumps or rows of trees, for shade and fruit, flowering shrubs or evergreen hedges ! How agreeable to the wife and the little ones, to be called out to join in dropping the cheap flower-seed or training the luxuriant vine ! To men whose life is spent in labour, the sub- ject is peculiarly interesting. The confinement of their daily toils creates the want of just such relaxation and refreshment as have been indicated. And let it be remembered that in our country even the poor man should cultivate his taste, because every poor man may look forward to the time when he shall be rich. Let him educate his 22 THE WORKING-MAN. faculties, that his ignorance may not some day disgrace his wealth. It is common to sneer at the mechanic, and to consider the youth who be- comes an apprentice as degraded. This is very short-sighted. I know no class of society whom success makes so truly independent, or who in the decline of life have so much leisure as mecha- nics. Compare them, in this respect, with pro- fessional men. The lawyer or the physician, howeter wealthy he may become, finds still in- creasing labours ; the more riches, the more toil. Unless he relinquishes his business altogether, he must do the work himself. He cannot send his foreman to plead a cause, or to set a leg ; nor can he, like the rich mechanic, sit in his parlour or his arbour, and know that all his great concerns are well conducted by proxy. Working-men should look to this, and from the time when they first enter a habitation of their own, should culti- vate the delights of domestic ornament. Among these ornaments, the highest rank is due to Gardening; including in that term the rearing of valuable trees. Children should be early taught that when they set out a fine tree, or insert a graft, they are doing a favour to posterity, and beginning that which shall continue to make others happy when they are in their graves. It has always been pleasant to me to see the house of the industrious citizen embowered in flower- ing vines and trees. And on Saturday evening, a season when so many forsake their work onlv THE GARDEN AND GROUNDS. 23 for the porter-house or the tavern, the man who possesses such a retreat will have a strong induce- ment to seek his delightful home, and meet his little household among the smiles of natural scenery. There are many very precious maxims of life which need to be pointed out ; they are overlooked by the mass of people. Once indicated, they are believed and embraced. Among these is the following: Simple ornament hinders no good use. The watch runs as well in a comely case, as it would in a deal box. The draught is just as savoury out of a chased tankard. And every good of household life is unimpaired by nestling among green foliage, climbing honeysuckles, and parterres of flowers. I long to see this acted upon by our people. I long to see them snatching a few hours from the noisy throng of idlers, and the delirious mirth of the bar-room, and spending them on the little innocent decorations of humble but delightful home. The time required for beautifying a house and enclosure is really so little, that it scarcely admits of being brought into a calculation. A few minutes at daybreak, in the spring and autumn, will in the course of a year work wonders. A few snatches of time after labour is ended may be spared by the busiest man. If his work has lain within doors, or has been of the sedentary kind, a little exercise and air, enjoyed in pruning his hedge or trimming his vines, will be restorative to his health and 24 THE WORKING-MAN. spirits. This is better than mere repose. Nature abhors a vacuum of employment. Is not this posi- tive gain? Health is "the poor man's riches:" that which conduces to it is worth more than money. Even those who are athletic, or who work at trades which give them constant motion, do not the less need something of this sort. It is not mere muscular exertion which preserves and restores health. There may be great bodily effort with no better result than fatigue. What every man requires when the day is done, is gentle recreation, something between work and play, which shall break the train of moody thought, repair the waste of nervous elasticity, and put the jaded mind in good humour with itself and others. When the artizan, after his evening repast, goes out to water his flowers, every thing he touches is his own ; and nothing so much his own as the tree he planted or the shades he gathered. He is refreshed and tranquillized, and grows into the love of home. These pleasures are mightily in- creased, when he sees around him his little child- ren partaking in his toils and joys, and cheering one another with the merry laugh to work or sport; while the wife's voice, heard within, as she sings contentedly over the cradle, adds a lovely music to the scene. This is a picture, of which the original may be found in many a poor bu* happy family ; would that it were so in all ! Un- THE GARDEN AND GROUNDS. 25 der such shades as these, domestic quiet loves to dwell ; and in such a spot religion finds its sanc- tuary. Contrast with this a case which we are often called to witness. The mechanic or labourer has worked hard all day. At the close of his toils he turns his face homewards. But he has not pro- vided or cherished at his dwelling any strong attraction. No refinement of taste has ever soft- ened his spirit. It has been too much his practice to pass his leisure hours elsewhere. He feels the need of some relaxation. He is languid from fatigue, and sullen from the disgust of labour. In such a condition he is easily attracted to the bar- room. There, amidst the odours of liquor and tobacco, he forgets his previous listlessness and anxiety, to become the victim of an unnatural and dangerous excitement. The glass, the jest, and the song make the evening fly swiftly. Late at night he wends his way home, if not drunk, yet humbled, discontented, and peevish. No children greet him with their joyous laugh ; the neglected little creatures are asleep, and the sad wife is awake only through anxious expectation of her husband. Am I extravagant in tracing much of the misery in such a case to the want of taste for those little things which make one's home desirable ? As a general observation, I have never seen idle or profligate sons issuing from within the cottage paling which has been adorned by 3 86 THE WORKING-MAN. their own infant hands. And, on the other hand, it would require a stoical love of virtue for its own sake, to make any youth love the foul, smoky, fenceless cabin of a thriftless father. Sweeten home, and you close nine out of ten doors to temptation. HUSBAND AND WIPE. 87 IV. HUSBAND AND WIPE. " Sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven ! These are the matchless joys of virtuous love." THOMSON. IT is well known to all readers of fiction, that the novel commonly ends, as soon as the happy pair are united at the altar ; and it would be thought a singular romance in which the interest should be made to turn mainly upon the pleasures of married life. But whatever it may be in fiction, wedlock is the source of the richest happiness in real life. Its joys indeed are not of the sort which the novelist loves to dwell on ; they are less like the lightning or the meteor than the sunset or the dawn. They are not the raptures of the lover, which are often founded in mere sense, and vanish when youth and beauty are gone ; but the steady glow of a true love that outlasts every external charm, and holds on its constant light even amidst wrinkles and old age. Trite as the subject is, I must be allowed to spend a little time upon it, as it is nearly connected 28 THE WORKING-MAN. with the happiness of the working-man's home. What is life, especially to the artisan, without home ? and what is home, without gentle woman, the friend, the wife, the mother? The English nobleman, and those who ape his manners, may trample on these domestic pleasures ; but it is like treading down the lily of the valley, the cowslip, and the violet. Husband and wife, in high life, may affect great coldness, live apart, maintain separate equipages, and flaunt at different water- ing-places ; they have debauched all taste for the joys of nature and of virtue: but husband and wife, in our happier sphere, are necessary to one another, and cannot be severed without loss and anguish. In our favoured land there can scarcely be said to be any check to marriage. Our young people marry early, and are free from that sullen, brood- ing prudence which is inculcated by painful necessity on the peasantry of the old country. Matrimony is therefore more an affair of the heart; and this, in spite of all sneers at love- marriages, I shall ever hold to be a great advan- tage. What was said on this subject by Franklin, seventy years ago, is still true, that early mar- riages stand the best chance of happiness. The temper and habits are plastic and easily run toge- ther ; the want of personal experience is supplied by that of elder friends who still survive. " Late children," says the Spanish proverb, " are early orphans." " With us in America," Dr. Franklin HUSBAND AND WIPE. 2? wrote in 1768, " marriages are generally in the morning of life ; our children are therefore edu- cated and settled in the world by noon ; and thus, our business being done, we have an afternoon and evening of cheerful leisure to ourselves. By these early marriages we are blessed with more children ; ****** hence the swift progress of population among us, unparalleled in Europe." Profane jesters and rakes have succeeded in getting afloat in society too many idle and wicked sayings about the state of matrimony. It is a truth at once of Scripture and observation, that " he that findeth a wife, findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour of the Lord." I am so far from having any fears of infusing into rr,y readers unduly romantic notions in regard to marriage, that I am convinced the households of our working-men would be invested with a new charm if the mutual regards of husband and wife could be hallowed with more of these tender, respectful, and sacred sentiments. Poor Sedley ! what I have just written brings him to my mind. Though what the world would call but a common man, he had a heart worthy of a knight-errant. He is now gone ; but I am sure there is many a woman living who remembers the chaste but tender respect, almost passionate, if it had not been almost courtly, with which he re- garded the sex. And as for Isabel his wife, though at the time I mean she was neither beautiful nor young, she seemed in Sedley's eyes to be the 3* 30 THE WORKING-MAN. representative of all the virtues. I never heard from them a fondling expression, or observed the slightest indication of that conjugal mellowness which is a sort of perpetuated honey-moon. But then respect and love breathed from every action. Once I found him, when much enfeebled by disease, so much affected as to be in tears. " I am an unlucky fellow," said he, laying his hand on mine ; " I have hurt the feelings of my best friend of Isabel. No," said he, " I recall the phrase it is often but another name for anger and anger never rested in her gentle bosom. Grief grief that is the word : I have grieved her. By my sullenness and petulance, the fruit of my diseases, but yet unpardonable, I have grieved her. And I must go," he exclaimed, " and ask her forgiveness, for in fifteen years she has never given me a look of unkindness." It was with difficulty that I persuaded him to lay aside this purpose. He could scarcely believe that a needless explanation is always a source of real pain. When I afterwards found that Isabel gently smiled at his caprices, which she under- stood better than himself, I was only the more convinced that " a virtuous woman is a crown to her husband, and that her price is above rubies." Let the debauchee prate of the constraint of wedded love, and the zest he has in licentious pleasure ; let the monkish casuist declaim against wedlock as a lower condition in point of morals : I will still repeat the verses of the matchless bard HUSBAND AND WIFE. 31 verses which I would that every young Ameri- can had engraven on his memory : " Far be it that I should write thee sin or blame, Or think thee unbefitting holiest place. Perpetual fountain of domestic sweets, Whose bed is undefiled and chaste pronounced, Present or past, as saints and patriarchs used. Here love his constant shafts employs, here lights His constant lamp, and waves his purple wings, Reigns here and revels ; not in the bought smile Of harlots, loveless, joyless, unendear'd, Casual fruition ; nor in court amours, Mix'd dance, or wanton mask, or midnight ball, Or serenate, which the starved lover sings To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain." 32 THE WORKING-MAN V. THE WIFE AT HOME. " For nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote." MILTOIT. IT has been one of my most serious apprehen- sions, that in the multitude of our societies and public combinations, men and women might chance to forget that they have any thing to do indivi- dually. We have societies to take care of our health, and societies to take care of our kitchens. Almsgiving, so far as practised at all, is practised chiefly by wholesale. Perhaps we may see the day when we shall dine together like the Spartans, and when all cookery and education shall be done upon the large scale. These thoughts were suggested to my mind with greater force than common, a few days since, upon my making a visit to the house of Mrs. Nelson, the wife of a reputable farmer, a few miles from our village. If I were to attempt a portrait of this excellent lady, I should fill a volume ; I can only give an outline. Mrs. Nel- son is, in the American as well as the English THE WIFE AT HOME. 33 sense, a fine woman. Temperance, early rising, industry, and, above all, serene cheerfulness of soul, have left on her cheek at forty those roses which fashion and excitement often blast before fifteen. But what I took my pen to notice was, that truly feminine and Christian trait of my good friend she is a " keeper at home."* Though I have been a church-going man many years, I do not remember to have heard any one of our clergy enlarge upon this Scripture phrase ; and yet the older I grow, the more wisdom there seems to be in it. The best women in the world are those who stay at home ; such is the opinion of the best judges, to wit, their husbands. The worst women are those who have no home, or who love all other places better ; such is the verdict of those who meet them abroad. A wife at the hearth is as indispensable as a steersman at the wheel. There is scarcely any degree of prudence or firm- ness which will enable a man to have a well- ordered family unless his partner have some of the same qualities. Even the success of out-door business is more dependent upon this than is com- monly supposed : agreeably to a vulgar proverb, " He that would thrive, must ask his wife." In a house where children or apprentices are to be cared for, this is plainly true. A little procrasti- nation, sloth, or want of thrift in the woman will suffice to make every thing go wrong. Who can * Titus ii. 5. 34 THE WOKKING-MAN. count up the cases where poor fellows have been ruined by their wives ? This is a hard saying, but if it were softened it would be less true. Surely it is no disrespect to the better sex to point out those rare exceptions, which, like the dim tarnish on the face of the moon, make the other tracts look all the brighter. After you shall have exaggerated to the utmost the number and the faults of idle, gadding, gossip- ing women, we shall still have a million of Ame- rican housewives, brightening a million homes and hearts. Mrs. Nelson is one of them. Her husband is not the meekest man in the county, nor by nature the most hospitable, but she makes up for all, like the credit side of an account. In the exercise of the passive virtues, she finds her greatest happiness. She holds it to be one of the very first duties of life to render her home delight- ful, first to her husband, next to her children, and then to all who may enter her hospitable doors. Early in life, she observed that several of her husband's intimate acquaintances were becoming irregular in their habits ; she talked it over with Nelson. He, being a rough man, declared it to be his intention to break off all connexion with Lang and Shepherd on the spot. " 0, no, hus- band !" said she ; " that would be cruel : remem- ber the proverb, ' a soft word breaketh the bone.' Let me alone to bring them to their bearings ; at any rate give me a month for an experiment." " You !" he exclaimed, in astonishment ; " Mary, THE WIFE AT HOME. 35 you amaze me ; surely you will not follow them to the bar-room, as Jemima Murphy does her goodman ?" " Perhaps not," said his wife, laughing ; " but we women have some secrets left still. Wait but a month." The month rolled round. It was with difficulty that Nelson kept himself from falling upon the two men violently, but he waited to see the issue, and even kept out of their way, that the incanta- tion might not be interrupted. At the close of three weeks, Lang and Shepherd were two of the most quiet, orderly, and domestic men in the neighbourhood. " Why, Mary," said Nelson, " what have you been doing to them ?" " I ! husband ! I have not exchanged words with them for weeks." " Then you have had some witch- craft at work." " None in the world," she re- plied ; " the story is soon related. I had observed for a long time that their homes were growing dismal : and I often told Mrs. Lang what I feared concerning her husband. Indeed, I had heard you tell of Lang's repeating over his glass that abominable saying, ' the devil's at home.' After my talk with you I set to work, not on the hus- bands, but their wives. Simple creatures ! they scarcely knew what I meant. They wished in- deed that the men would spend more time at home, and even wept about their late hours and beer-drinking. But they were not prepared for my telling them that they must redouble the attrac- tions of their own fireside make the cheer better 36 THE WOKKING-MAN. the fire brighter the children cleaner the house tidier the welcome heartier ; call in a plea- sant neighbour to tea, or a friend's daughter to sing an innocent song, and even invite to a com- fortable supper two or three of their husband's cronies. Before long they began to have pleasant evenings ; and by a choice of company, a little good fruit, lemonade, home-made cake, and music, fairly convinced the two men that they could go pleasantly to bed without ale, porter, or brandied wine. The thing has taken admirably, and you see the result." Now though it is likely Nelson did not just then suspect it, this was the very course which had proved successful in saving himself from ruinous habits. And most earnestly is it to be wished that all our towns and villages were filled with such wives as honour and love the family institution ! Every one has made the observation that there are many more women who are religious, than men ; but the final cause of this has not so often been remarked. Divine Providence, by this dis- criminating favour to the one sex, pours influence into the social fountain. As are the mothers of a nation, so will be the sons, and, in a measure, the husbands. But to exercise full influence, the wife must be a keeper at home. She will find enough to employ her longest days, in the endless circle of household cares. While she will welcome the evening visiter, and often enlarge her frugal board for the bevy of friends, or even join in the social THE WIFE AT HOME. 37 party or the cheerful sleigh-ride, these things will be the exceptions, not the rule. So living, she will give happiness to the increasing circle. " Her children arise and call her blessed ; her husband also and he praiseth her." 38 THE WORKING-MAN. VI. THE WORKING-MAN'S DAUGHTER. " How bless'd the maid whose heart, yet free From love's uneasy sovereignty, Beats with a fancy running high, Her simple cares to magnify : Whom labour, never urged to toil, Hath cherish'd on a healthful soil." WORDSWORTH. WHEN I look around me among my fair coun- trywomen, and see them equal in grace and love- liness to any upon earth; and when I observe how many of the most beautiful are come out from the dwellings of industry, I am filled with a glow of satisfaction which I would not repress and cannot put into words. But personal charms are the least of the graces of American women. It is, I hope, no part of our national conceit to think that the world cannot show more virtuous women. Perhaps the poison of the town is, in some degree, creeping into the country ; but still, in rural neighbourhoods, the virgin purity of the sex bears comparison with the choice of the whole earth. There are few things of which men are more proud than of their daughters. The young father THE WORKING-MAN'S DAUGHTER. 39 follows the sportive girl with his eye, as he che- rishes an emotion of complacency not so tender but quite as active as the mother's. The aged father leans on his daughter as the crutch of his declining years. An old proverb says that the son is son till he is married, but the daughter is daughter forever. This is something like the truth. Though the daughter leaves the parental hearth, she is still followed by kindly regards. The gray-haired father drops in every day to greet the beloved face ; and when he pats the cheeks of the little grandchildren, it is chiefly because the bond which unites him to them passes through the heart of his darling Mary ; she is his daughter still. You have, my reader, a daughter your hope, your pride. It is a blessing for which you may welt thank Heaven: it is a trust at which you may well tremble. Beware how you neglect or mismanage so delicate a plant. Slight storms will blast a texture so susceptible. While your eye is upon your cherished girl, and the gush of affec- tion is strongest and warmest, open your mind to the importance of being a wise father. What has this frail but inestimable creature to ask at your hands ? She should be guarded. It is superfluous to say that our daughters walk among dangers. Eveu at school, nay, in the bosom of our family, they require cautious attention. "A child left to him- self," says Solomon, "bringeth his mother to 40 THE WORKING-MAN. shame :" it is doubly true of the daughter. This is not one of the things which may be abandoned to self-management. Principles must be implant- ed, and heavenly precepts inculcated. The rich soil, when left untilled, brings forth a horrid crop . of rank weeds. I would gladly avoid saying it, I but even female companions may be snares, and it is not impossible for gay and fascinating girls to be bad associates. It has happened again and again that maidens have fallen when they merely " went out to see the daughters of the land." Far be it from me to commend the old Spanish plan of seclusion : I have no such wish. Let the gay creatures move freely in the circle of friends, but still let the parental eye and the parental hand be ever ready to descry and avert the danger. The great point is gained when the father is con- vinced that the daughter needs his care. He is less anxious, and she is safe. She should be educated. The age is favour- able to this. In heathen countries women have always been uneducated drudges. Among the most refined of the ancients, an educated woman was a sort of black swan, an object of curiosity and amazement. Among our own Christian an- cestors, female education was made to consist almost entirely in housewifery, and a few offices of religion. But in this country, at present, the stream of opinion is wholly in favour of giving learning and accomplishment to the sex. As a general observation, it is true that daughters all THE WORKING-MAN'S DAUGHTER. 41 over the country have a better training than that of their mothers. Perhaps there is some danger of going to the extreme of refinement, and under- taking to give grace, and polish, and embellish- ment beyond what the solid acquisition will bear. Give your daughter the best education you can afford : you can give her nothing better. And when I say the best education, I mean of course that which is most suited to her expectations in life, including in the term, not merely book-learn- ing, but the household arts and the culture of the heart. There is tendency enough towards mere accomplishments, such as music, drawing, fancy- work, and the like ; so that I plead more earnestly for the solids. And with respect to the latter, it is certainly safer to err on the side of too much, than on that of too little. Any little excess of attain- ment will be easily forgotten and thrown off amidst the cares of a family. The wife and mother has far less time than the husband to make attainments in after life ; she must therefore get as much as is possible before marriage. In most of the schools with which I am acquainted, girls have too many branches offered to their attention. A girl's edu- cation is usually considered as complete after a course of three or four years ; yet in this brief period she is expected in some seminaries to acquire the same amount of learning which it takes boys three times as long to acquire ; and this over and above a list of minor ornamental branches of which the value is commonly in the 4* 42 THE WORKING-MAN. inverse proportion of the cost. This has weighed heavily upon my mind for some years past ; when I have seen the daughters of men who are frugal and practical in other matters, really cheated out of a good education by the quackery of a false system. The point of this rebuke is directed not so much against particular teachers, who will and must furnish what the public taste demands, as against those parents who are so foolish as to bring up their children on a diet of froth, flowers, and syllabub. No discreet parent surely will allow himself to look upon his daughter's education as a mere bait for suitors : he who does so is deck- ing a victim for sacrifice. On the contrary, unless you can secure to your child a longer course of instruction than the average term, you will do well to limit her to a moderate number of branches, and these the most valuable, and to see that in these she is as thoroughly instructed as a boy would be in the same. Moreover, you will not allow yourself to be satisfied with the advertise- ments, circulars, or other professions of great schools, however fashionable, as to the choice of studies for your daughter, but will, after the best advice, select such a course as will promise disci- pline to her mind, and usefulness throughout life. There is one more suggestion concerning this important subject, and then I leave your daughter to your own care : She should be well married. True enough ! you will exclaim ; but how is this THE WORKING-MAN'S DAUGHTER. 43 to be accomplished ? I will tell you : not by manoeuvring, or match-making, or any mercenary or trade compact, such as, according to a hack- neyed pun, may make " matrimony a matter of money;" not by any measure to procure this or that man as a son-in-law. Your cares are to have another direction. Make your daughter all that it is in your power to make her, by education in its widest sense, and be assured she will never lack suitors. The great difficulty will be to pre- vent her being snatched away from you by some unworthy man. How shall this be prevented ? Not, as I think, by laying a repressing hand of cold iron upon affections already formed. No ! no ! It is almost always too late when matters have reached this point. But a wise line of con- duct will be preventive of a wrong alliance in two particulars. For, first, if you bring the girl up in right principles, with knowledge, modesty, and affectionate duty, she will be in little danger of suffering any passion to gain strength against the wishes of a parent. And, again, if a suitable guard be placed over her associations, she will be seldom in those companies where such alliances are most apt to be formed, and will thus be kept out of harm's way. O mothers, mothers ! how greatly are ye con- cerned in this matter ! While you encourage these young creatures in superficial accomplish- ments, ind bold display, you are often preparing 44 THE WORKING-MAN. for them a lifetime of chagrin and misery. On the other hand, where you train them at your side, by precept and example, in retiring, indus- trious, studious, virtuous habits, you are preparing them to be " corner-stones, polished after the similitude of a palace." THE SCHOOLMASTER. 45 VII. THE SCHOOLMASTER. " Much zeal in virtue's cause all teachers boast, Though motives of mere lucre sway the most" COWPEH. IT is pleasing to observe, as education spreads its influence more and more widely, that the in- structers of our children are rising in public esti- mation. It has not been many years since the very name of schoolmaster was a temptation to a sneer. Perhaps the fault was sometimes in the pedagogues themselves : they were not always learned, they were not always discreet. It was not indeed more common then, than now, for young men raw from college to teach for a year or two, until they might become clergymen, law- yers, or doctors ; but while they did so they were not held in great veneration ; and the older sort, who made it a business for life, were often bache- lors, humorists, and pedants. In the very State in which I am writing, there is a township, in which a majority of the schoolmasters were drunk- ards ; and that since the Revolution. Poor fellows ! I might wonder how they continued to buy their drink, out of the pittance which they received for 46 THE WORKING-MAN. leaching, if I did not reflect that a man may kill himself with whisky for two shillings. They used to go about from house to house, like country tailors ; and were less regarded. In the hard winters, many of them travelled on foot more miles in a month than they received dollars in a year. The school-houses were wretched dens, with no earthly recommendation but their airiness in the summer ; and in these boys and girls, as full of mischief and prank as buxom health could make them, would vex the red-wigged master till his carbuncled nose emulated the red cloaks behind the door. Then came the smothered laugh, the furious reconnoitre of the offending bench, the cuff, the slap, the rejoinder, the surrejoinder ; the quip modest, the reply churlish, the reproof yaliant, the countercheck quarrelsome ; till down fell the birchen shower. A stranger might have taken the engagement for a fight, as the whole commonly issued in a mutual castigation, in which the master was reduced to a good humour, and making a virtue of necessity, passed it all off as a joke. In those days, however, of Cocker and Dil- worth, there were some ripe scholars, even in the glens of the mountains ; and if learning was hardly come by, it was prized the more. Old men aro living, who remember to have heard Latin talked in the upper forms of log school-houses ; nay, who have seen and heard the master, in a fine frenzy, spout Cicero, and even Demosthenes, in the ori THE SCHOOLMASTER. 47 ginal. There were some who had emigrated from " the old country," and some were bred among ourselves, who taught for the love of it, and who would scarcely have been willing to exchange the ferula for the truncheon of a commander. Many young people are now-a-days receiving a finished education, whose fathers scarcely knew a letter in a book. A few months ago, in a some- what secluded place, almost five hundred miles from here, I found the state of affairs so changed from what it once was, that the daughters of me- chanics were learning French, Latin, and the guitar. Whether this is wise or not may be re- served for future discussion ; but one thing is certain, working-men are setting a higher value than formerly on education. If we may judge of the demand for an article by the price, teaching is a better business than it was. People are be- ginning to find out, that the man who gives good learning to their sons and daughters is doing them a favour. The schoolmaster is lifting his head, and is no longer ashamed of the title. It is right that this feeling should prevail, especially in the case of those who make teaching a business for life. Such men, if faithful and competent, are second to none in the good they do. The per- manent teacher, especially when venerable for his years, ought to be honoured in every circle. While he looks benignandy round him on those whose fathers he has in former days led*, along the ways of knowledge, he should be made to 48 THE WORKING-MAN. feel that his services are not undervalued. When this shall be more generally the case, there will be fewer instances of retreat from the vocation. The instructer of youth will be regarded as con- stituting one of the learned professions ; and young men will look forward to this calling, just as they do to the pulpit or the bar. "If it were asked," says a late English writer, " what class of men would receive, in the present or next generation, the rewards to which their labours, when rightly understood and assiduously performed, justly entitle them, it might be answered, with every appearance of probability those who improve the moral and intellectual characters of individuals, and fit them to perform the various duties of life with satisfaction to themselves and advantage to others." A difficulty suggests itself in the case of many mechanics and other men of the industrious classes, which merits special attention. We have among us highly respectable persons of this description, who have never received a thorough education. Still they are improved by their own exertions, and by intercourse with society, and are conse- quently far above the contemptible prejudice with which ignorant parents regard all science and lite- rature. So far are they from this, that they lament their own deficiencies, and hold nothing more resolutely before their minds than the purpose to have their children instructed. But in seeing this accomplished, there is this hinderance : they can- THE SCHOOLMASTER. 4P not themselves pretend to decide who is and who is not a fit teacher ; and in this age, when recom- mendations for pills, or dictionaries, or professors, are as easily obtained as bank-accommodation, no parent can rely on mere general testimonials. Habits of calculation naturally lead a man in such a case to make the price a criterion : and here is a common snare. Wo to the boy or girl whose parent has been beguiled by a schoolmaster with no great merit but his cheapness. Cheapen your watch or your chaise, but not your child's instruc- tion. I knew a teacher once I know him still whose like I would gladly see in every town and hamlet of my country. Though aiming to be no more than a common schoolmaster, he might have graced the chair of a university. His manners are formal, and his language precise, and his deci- sions positive : these things are wont so to be, in one that has ruled for fifty years. Yet he is bland, and ready to communicate. He will put on his huge round spectacles even now, to rule a girl's copy-book. His gray hairs sometimes blow about in the wind, while he is fixing a dial in a pupil's garden. He has been a great aid to surveyors and almanac-makers, and is suspected of helping the clergyman to scraps of Greek and Hebrew. For though he teaches English, he is not strange in the ancient lore ; and I am not sure that among all my good old mates, there is a single one who could better give the meaning of a hard quotation, than Robert Appletree. 5 50 THE WORKING-MAN. VIII. THE SCHOOLMASTER. Continued. " The village all declared how much he knew ; Twas certain he could write and cipher too ; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And even the story ran that he could gauge : In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill, For even though vanquish'd he could argue still." GOLDSMITH. WE are apt to flatter one another that the world is growing wiser and better every day; and if great public improvements are to be taken as a fair sign, we are doubtless a greater people than our forefathers. They, poor souls, had neither steamships nor railways ; the division of labour, which with us leads to such perfection in all the arts, had with them gone but a few steps. Books were rare among them ; exceedingly rare among the earlier American settlers ; so that the libraries of many able and learned men, before the Revo- lution, were smaller than collections which may now be found among mechanics. Schools are more numerous, and nearer together, and scarcely a day passes but we hear of discoveries in educa- tion, which are almost as numerous as patent THE SCHOOLMASTER. 51 medicines. Surely the age must be getting wiser. Laying together a number of signs, such as the magnetic pills, animal magnetism, phrenology, the prolongation of life by vegetable diet, the astonishing modes of teaching penmanship in six lessons, and French in twenty, and the ponderous volumes of speeches delivered at school conven- tions and the like, is it not fair to expect the day when the royal road to science, like the north-west passage, shall have been discovered, and when a complete organization of that thinking pulp which we call the brain, shall be produced by steam ? Such meditations as these are not uncommon, but they are often driven clean out of my mind when I hear uncle Benjamin discourse about the times when he was a boy. Perhaps it was be- cause he had just been insulted in the street, by a couple of scape-graces, who, with the insubordinate spirit which marks our day, had scoffed at his lameness, that the old man 'appeared somewhat ruffled during our last interview. He had seated himself by an old-fashioned Franklin stove, for he cannot endure coal, and with his feet upon the fender, was enjoying the soothing odours of his pipe. The very sight of him brought before my mind's eye the period before the Revolution. Here was the remnant of a robust frame and a vigorous understanding. Here was one remaining link to bind us to the old colonial times. Like many of the aged, he loves to discourse ; and who has a better right ? 52 THE WORKING-MAN. "Ah," said he, archly shaking a shrivelled finger at his grandsons, " if you had been schooled in my day, you would have had other jobs for your winter evenings than playing that idle game of backgammon which I see you at." " How so, grandfather?" said Joseph, as he emptied his box and cried "cinq-ace" "I'll tell you, boys. Learning was something to be scrambled for in those days. The schoolmaster was second only to the minister, and used to wear his hair in a bag. He went the rounds among the farmer's houses, in a large circuit, and some of the boys used to trudge their four and five miles to school. As it was not every young collegian who could set up a school, the business of teaching was worth something. We did not, it is true, pay a great deal in hard money, but taking into the account firewood, clothing, board, and produce, we used to make the schoolmaster quite com- fortable." " I suppose, grandfather, they used to whip, in those days ?" " You may well say so, Joseph ; you may well say so. The teacher was not ashamed to be named Master, and we were not ashamed to call him so. Master he was, and it took a sturdy fellow to handle a set of resolute young cubs, who sometimes turned upon him and shut him out of his castle. Hard blows used to fall thick ; and they made men of us. If you want to become a young Lord Betty, or, as the Indians say, turn squaw,' enter yourself at one THE SCHOOLMASTER. 53 of these schools where the discipline is so parental, that the lads are made to believe a buffet or a box on the ear would ruin them. No, no ! We had our full share of correction ; and though we used to vow that we would take ample reprisals when we should get big enough, yet we never fulfilled the obligation. But every thing is on a new plan. I do not see anybody that can write a fair, round, copy-hand, such as we used to practise, having our knuckles well rapped if there was a single pot-hook awry. The teachers can't do it them- selves, and they therefore cry ' sour-grapes,' and set copies in three-cornered letters like a girl's verses in a Valentine. The good old ciphering- books have gone out : they used to teach us figures, penmanship, and book-keeping, all at once. Then you seem to me to have some new-fangled school-book every month, and a new teacher almost every quarter. The cry is for cheap education low-priced teachers ; and your children fare ac- cordingly. You have more wit than to do so with other things. You do not look out so carefully for the lowest-priced horse or bullock." Thus the old man ran on. With due allow- ance for the predilections of age, there was enough of truth and reason in his complaints to make me pause and consider. The stream of knowledge is daily more diffused : I wish I were as sure that it is deeper. Often, in talking with old men, I am impressed with this truth, that while they know less about many things than we of the pre- 5* 34 THE WORKING-MAN. sent race, they know better what they had learned. If there was less compass in their knowledge, there was more weight. Confinement to a few books made them perfect in those few. You could not puzzle uncle Benjamin in the Spectator, or the Freeholder, or the poems of Pope ; but he never heard of Shelley, or Bulwer, or Willis, and my friend Appletree tells me it is much the same in the learned languages. He contends, through thick and thin, that we have no scholars to match the old-school fellows of silver-buckles and hair- powder, and that since small-clothes went out, there has not been a teacher who could parse his boys in Latin. He even doubts whether our pro- fessors of language could all of them make a good off-hand Latin speech ; and as to Latin verses, which used to be so common, they are as obsolete as horn-books and thumb-papers. He further avers, though I would not be held responsible for the assertion, that the men of '76 wrote purer, stronger, racier English than the men of this day ; and that John Hancock, John Adams, Josiah Quincy, and George Washington, handled an easier, simpler, and manlier style, than Mr. Wise, Mr. John Quincy Adams, or Mr. Van Buren. But this, I dare say, was told me in confidence. EARLY READING. 55 IX. THE LASTING IMPRESSION OP EARLY READING. " But she, who set on fire his infant heart, And all his dreams and all his wanderings shared, And bless'd, the Muse" and her celestial art, Still claim th' enthusiast's fond and first regard." BEATTIE. IN the family of a working-man, where books cannot in all cases be very numerous, it is par- ticularly desirable that those which fall in the way of the young people should be of the right sort ; and this is to be managed not so much by rules and restrictions, as by a care in the filling of the shelves. If the latter have seductive books, they will be sought after by the children, even though you should open before their eyes the most sacred homilies, or preach yourself hoarse in decrying naughty novels and song-books. This becomes more important, when we call to mind that the whole course of a man's reading is often deter- mined by the books which he happens to enjoy in his boyhood. Robinson Crusoe has made many a sailor; Spenser's Faery Queen made Pope a versifier ; Xenophon's Memorabilia made Frank- lin a disputant ; and if I might be allowed to play 56 THE WORKING-MAN. the egotist in a harmless way, I would add that the liking of which I am conscious for the old- fashioned English literature is owing to the con- tents of a single shelf in the house in which I spent my boyhood. That shelf contained the essays commonly known as the British Classics. I perfectly remember the eagerness with which I used to clamber up the edge of the book-cases, to reach these tempting works. At first my object was to look at the pictures, of which there were two or three in each of the thirty-nine volumes. But soon I was allured to do more ; and while yet quite a little boy, was as familiar with the more light and humorous parts of Addison, Steele, Goldsmith, and Mackenzie, as I have since been with any other productions. And though books for children were fewer then than they are now, I am satisfied that the daily converse of a child with such works as the Spectator, the Guardian, and the Connoisseur, even if he finds many things above his apprehension, is more profit- able and far more delightful than the perpetual dawdling over penny-volumes, written on the plan of making every thing level to the meanest capa- city. These first tastes of good letters diffuse their savour through a lifetime. Hence it must be clear to every parent, that he cannot be too careful in the choice of books ; meaning not merely such as are given to his children as their own, but such also as form a part of the family stock. When I try to gather up the broken recollec- EARLY READING. 57 tions of early days, and ask what pieces of reading have left the most abiding impressions upon my mind, I discern at once that it has been that class which met my attention casually : not my school- books, not the works spread before me by my sage advisers, but effusions, gay or grave, which I hastily devoured by forbidden snatches. At an early age I fell upon the Life of Benjamin Frank- lin, as written by himself: a book which I shall always cite as an illustration of one of my favour- ite maxims, that truth is more interesting than fiction. The essays appended to the volume en- gaged my attention ; and I was not content to read merely what I could understand, but dived boldly into some of the profundities of his politics and his philosophy. The Way to Wealth, Poor Richard, and The Whistle, are perhaps as familiar to the minds of the American people, as any human productions : I may therefore cite them as remark- able instances of lasting impression. I wish my admiration of Benjamin Franklin were not min- gled with anxiety as to the probable influence which one or two of these pieces, and the general tone of his economical writings, have had upon the national way of thinking. The maxims of Poor Richard are undeniable ; and if the great end of man were to make money, they might be adopted as a sort of pecuniary gospel. But I fear that the boy who is bred upon such diet as " If you would be wealthy, think of saving as well as getting ;" or " Six pounds a year is but a groat a 58 THE WORKING-MAN. day;" or " He that murders a crown destroys all it might have produced ;" or "A penny saved is twopence clear" or any the like adages, will be not merely rich, but miserly. I am so little of a utilitarian, that I do not believe wealth to be the chief good, or frugality the cardinal virtue ; and most heartily do I regret that such an authority as Franklin should have erected for us such a tutelary saint as Poor Richard. Be this, however, as it may, my position holds true ; the whole colour of our life, both mental and moral, is frequently taken from what we read during childhood ; and I am here reminded that this very philosopher is an instance in point. A very little book, exceedingly prized in old-time families, seems to have had great effects on his mind. In a letter written from France, in 1784, Franklin thus addresses Dr. Mather of Boston : " When I was a boy, I met with a book, entitled, Essays to do good, which I think was written by your father. It had been so little regarded by a former possessor, that several leaves of it were torn out ; but the remainder gave me such a turn of thinking, as to have an influence on my con- duct through life ; for I have always set a greater value on the character of a doer of good, than on any other kind of reputation ; and if I have been, as you seem to think, a useful citizen, the public owes the advantage of it to that book."* These are notable words. Let them have their From the American Museum, vol. vii. p. 100 EARLY READING. 59 due weight with the young. They were uttered by Dr. Franklin when he was in his seventy- ninth year : they were therefore not the fruit of sudden excitement. Their import is, that if he had been useful, it was owing to a torn book read in his boyhood. I hope the republication of this remark will not only have the effect of leading every one who reads it to procure this work of the famous Cotton Mather, but will induce some publisher to give it to us in a shape more elegant and better suited to the reigning taste, than that in which it has hitherto appeared. " Such writ- ings," says Franklin, of a similar production, " though they may be lightly passed over by many readers, yet if they make a deep impression on one active mind in a hundred, the effects may be considerable." When the artisan, or the farmer, or the trades man is making up a collection of books, he ought to bear in mind that a well-kept book will last a lifetime. Some of the soundest books I have were owned by my grandfather. It is great im- providence to fill our houses with trash. Ten dollars, wisely expended, will, at an auction or book-shop, furnish you with fine old copies, in sheep or even calf, of Milton, Young, Thomson, Pope, the Spectator, the Rambler, Boswell's John- son, Plutarch's Lives, Josephus, with quite a sprinkling of later and lighter productions. And this will be a source of endless entertainment during the winter evenings.* * See the American Mechanic, p. 267. 60 THE WORKING-MAN. X. READING FOR BEGINNERS. " Only, good master, while we do admire Thy virtue, and thy moral discipline, Let's be no Stoics, nor no stocks, I pray." f Taming of the Shrew. RULES are good things, but one may have too much of them ; and overmuch legislation is a snare and a burden. Some of my friends, know- ing me to be a bookish man, acquainted with a number of the old English authors, have again and again begged me to lay down for them, in black and white, a course of reading, which they might use themselves, and give to their young folks. This I have always resisted, partly because I have a dread of running all minds through the same flatting-mill, and partly, perhaps, because whatever little attainments I have myself made, have come to me, not by regulations, but in spite of them. I am half, disposed to think this is nature's own way. Men and families that have been held down to as rigid a uniformity as a Bri- tish garrison, whose regimental order is absolute, even to gaiter, moustache, and pipe-clay, always have, in my eye, a cramp look. They have READING FOR BEGINNERS. 61 grown like fruit trees nailed to a garden wall, or box-wood in the old-fashioned tin moulds. Even in the fine arts, the pupil may be kept too long in the dull formalities of the drawing-school. The port-crayon need not be always in hand. As I was lately in a very interesting conversation, in a railroad car, with an eminent artist of Philadelphia, he related to me a pointed saying of our great Gil- bert Stuart, dropped by the latter when he was painting in London ; " If young men are ever to learn," said he, "it must be spontaneously. You must teach them to draw, as young puppies are taught to swim ; chuck them in, and let them take their chance." It is somewhat so in letters ; at least it has been so with the most successful. Pray, what list of authors had Franklin, Murray, or Gifford ? When I remember my boyhood, I am rapt into a little fairy -land. O how full of rules were my compulsory pursuits ! O how free as air my read- ing ! The dear old books in which I used to pore, without direction, nay, against direction how do they rise before my memory, like ghosts of be- loved friends ! Their very looks are before me ; I see their very "form and pressure." Nay, smile not, reader, the odours of ancient volumes, perused by me long, long ago, are in my mind's nostril this blessed night. There is Sanford and Merton the very first " big book" I can call to mind ; it was given to me by my father ; I did not so much read it, as gloat over it. To this day 6 62 THE WORKING-MAN. I cannot explain the charms of that volume ; but who ever read it uncharmed ? " Robinson Crusoe !" I need not tell an experience which is that of all the world. " The Thousand and One Nights" It was somewhat a stolen enjoyment; but not less precious for that ; and it opened an orient world, into which, on the mere strength of boyish fancies recollected and embalmed, it would have taken little at certain times to transport me bodily, as those incomparable fictions did in spirit. " The Pilgrim's Progress" There were two things about this immortal story which made it dearer to me than all the rest ; first, it carried with it a pleasing yet fearful shuddering as before high re- ligious mystery ; and, secondly, it was a prolonged enigma, and he is no child who loves not a riddle. In later days, the same work has commended itself to my riper judgment, by its solid sense, its holy unction, its lordly imaginings, its epic con- duct, and its " English pure and undefiled" my mother tongue the dialect, not of the college or of books, but of the market, the shop, and the hall. I hope earnestly, that while they are ham- mering out for us a new language, to be called American-English, and new-vamping the ortho- graphy of all the old writers in order that the books printed on the two sides of the water may be as unlike as possible ^1 hope they will leave a little of the racy idiomatic speech of the old counlry still incorrupt, in such books as the Pil- grim's Progress. READING FOR BEGINNERS. G3 Set a boy to read a large book through, for a task, and you kill the book's influence on him. But spread works before him, and let a little child- ish caprice govern his choice, and he will learn rapidly. It is not instruction merely that the young scholar wants ; here is a great mistake ; no, it is excitement. Excitement is that which drives his soul on, as really as steam does the engine. But then you must keep him on the track. And the same thing holds in self-culture. Somebody has said that every well-educated man is self-educated ; and he said not amiss. Even in universities the mind is its own great cultivator. Do for yourself, young reader, so far as you know how, what there is perhaps no kind friend or teacher to do for you. It may be, while you read this page, in your shop or garret, or by the dull light beside some greasy counter, that you would gladly have a lift above your present low pursuits, into the world of knowledge. O that I were near you, to give you such aid as I have ; but in lieu of this take a friend's advice. My good fellow, write down that wish. I say, write it down. Go now and take a fair piece of paper, record your determination to get knowledge. My word for it all experience for it you will not be dis appointed. There are, probably, not many books at your command, but no matter. Many wealthy young men, amidst thousands of volumes, pine away in listless ignorance. Sometimes we read with a double zest such things as we have to 64 THE WORKING-MAN. enjoy by stealth after hours of work, or before day. What is thus read sticks fast. The deep impressions made by one's first read- ing are so delightful, that we are glad to renew them. It is like a first love. When the Bible opens before me at the story of Joseph, or the Prodigal Son, I am all at once arrested my thoughts go back to childhood a thousand pe- rusals since have not dispossessed the first ima- ginations. They throng before my mental vision all the images of that dreamy time all the tender cares all the little innocent misapprehensions. What an unbought pleasure is here ! Give me therefore my small shelf of books, in order that each one may be the centre of such remembrances. Let others throng the circulating libraries, and take the mingled alcohol and opium of the leche- rous and envious Byron, the puling and blasphe- mous Shelley, the seducing Bulwer; give me my Bible, my Milton, my Cowper, my Bunyan, my shelf of histories, my shelf of biography, and my shelf of travels, and I will have more " thick coming fancies" in an hour than they in a day. I wish you could be persuaded to let your young people run a little out of harness. A horse always in shafts learns to stumble. You would not send your boy or your girl into the orchard to eat apples and pears by a list of particulars ; no, give them the key, and let them pick and choose. READING FOR ENTERTAINMENT. 65 XL READING FOR ENTERTAINMENT. " Our kind relief against a rainy day, We take our book, and laugh our spleen away." DRYDEN. THE man whose days are spent in labour does not need so great a proportion of light reading, as the professional man or the student. Nor need this paradox startle any one. As it is true that the lawyer or the bank-clerk does not need, when evening comes, to rest his limbs, for the very plain reason, that he has not been exerting them, and that they are not weary ; so it is equally true, that the wheelwright or the turner does not need to relax his reasoning powers, because he has not been putting them to task. The jaded body of the workman claims its repose, the jaded mind of the scholar claims its repose ; but the tired la- bourer may rest his limbs while he studies mathe- matics, just as the exhausted student may refresh his spirit while he saws wood. I have long thought that ignorance or oversight of this truth, has been a great stumblingblock in the way of the improvement of the industrious classes. The flood of cheap novels and other 6* 12 134 THE WORKING-MAN, lace," said Swift, " is its own dupe, a mere under- worker, and a purchaser in trust for some simple tyrant, whose state and power they advance to their own ruin, with as blind an instinct as those worms that die with weaving magnificent habits for beings of a superior order. The people are more dexterous in pulling down and setting up, than at preserving what is fixed : and they are not fonder of seizing more than their own, than they are of delivering it up again to the worst bidder, with their own into the bargain." The upshot of the matter is this : people should be taught from their cradles what true freedom is, and how it is to be maintained ; how it differs from lawlessness and misrule, and how closely it is connected with popular virtue. The boy at school and in the shop should be taught, that nothing can be done without order ; that there can be no order without law ; that all law demands obedience ; and that in such obedience to rightful authority, there is nothing which either injures or degrades. The apprentice and the journeyman should learn betimes, that to loosen a single pin of the social machine is like loosening the pin of a steam-engine ; and wherever the disorganization may begin, it will never stop till it ruins those who have begun it. When public disorders, and civil broils, and revolutionary violence once enter, the very class of persons who always bear the worst of the tempest, is that for whose benefit I am writing the honest, temperate, home-loving, industrious, frugal working-men. IN A STRANGE LAND. XXII. THE WORKING-MAN IN A STRANGE LAND. " But the stranger that dwelleth with you shall be unto you as one born among you, and thou shall love him as thyself; for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt." Lev. xix. 34. ON a cold Saturday night, I stepped into a hat- ter's shop, in New York, to supply the loss of a beaver, which had been hopelessly injured in a crush at a public meeting. The gas-light before the door threw its gleam directly in the face of a young woman who was sitting near the counter. I perceived in a moment that she was thin, pale, and sorrowful. Her dark hair was ready to fall over her cheeks, as if she had forgotten to fasten it ; her lips seemed to move ; and the folds of a scanty black woollen shawl could not so far hide her hands but that I perceived she was wringing them. I remained some minutes in the shop, and, during that time, saw at least seven or eight young women and girls come into the place with work which they had been doing, after delivering which they received their payment. But still this sad creature kept her seat. At length the young man of the establishment said, in a tone somewhat 136 THE WORKING-MAN, peevish, "Come, Jane it is nearly ten o'clock I am going to shut up and you know you have been paid." She looked wildly up for a moment, and then dashed out of the house as if she had only then awaked from a stupor. " She is in a fair way to be crazy," said the young man. "Ah !" rejoined I, much interested, "what has happened to her?" " Oh ! I can scarcely tell you the whole," said he ; " she is one of those con- founded Irish they all come to ruin." " I hope the girl is virtuous," said I. " Oh ! virtuous enough, I warrant ye," cried he, with a vulgar addition, and a horse-laugh ; " otherwise she would not be sewing fifteen hours a day on hat- linings. But then her father is sick in bed, her mother is just dead, the only brother she has is in jail for stealing a piece of domestic cotton, and there are three little sisters that have to be sup- ported by this one. I happen to know all this ; for her brother used to drive an omnibus in which I came down town every morning." In reflecting on this case, as I walked to my lodgings, I was oppressed with a recollection of the vulgar saying, that " one half the world does not know how the other half lives." How would it shock, even the most heartless, to have gathered before 1pm, at a single glance, all the cases of this particular kind of misery, existing at this very moment in New York, or in Philadelphia. Alas ! the stranger and foreigner finds many of his golden dreams untrue ; and dies a thousand deaths, in IN A STRANGE LAND. 137 beholding the less rugged members of his family perish before him. Beauty, health, and innocence are too often the sacrifice, when a piercing and unexpected season of cold and poverty comes sud- denly on a young creature in a strange country. No man will have the hardihood to deny that we suffer serious inconveniences from the unlimited importation of foreigners. But every humane man will remember, that the day was when all the settlers of this country were emigrants ; that his own ancestors came from abroad ; that not all are ignorant, vicious, or uncivilized ; and that even where vice has been the source of misery, such misery is not to be abandoned to despair and ruin. It is the fashion to say much against the Irish as improvident, intemperate, and riotous ; and no one can deny that some such charge is no more than fair against a large number ; but it is a mo- mentous question in moral^ how far we are ex- empted from the duty of relieving the widow, the fatherless, the sick, or the aged, of any nation, because some, or even most, of 'the same lineage are vicious people. Some of the best blood in America is from Ireland. Some of the best citizens are the sons of Irishmen. Before we condemn, or spurn from our doors, the poor son of Erin, we are to remember that he flies to us from untold wrongs, and that he has heard of ours as the land of the oppressed. We need not go so far in our proscription as to denounce every creature that has 12* 138 THE WORKING-MAW. the brogue upon his tongue. I well remember having once stopped for a moment in Pine street, to look at a boy who had been thrown from a horse. Several men were around a pump at which they were washing the mire and blood from his face. " Who frightened the horse ?" some- body inquired. "Oh," cried a bystander, "no- body can tell ; but it was some Irishman, I'll bet." This was carrying out the native Ame- rican policy, with a vengeance. The beauty of the thing was, that not ten rods off, in a door-way, stood the Rev. Mr. P., a genuine Irishman, with whom I was going to breakfast. He heard the critical portion of the speech, and sadly smiled. By-the-by, it would require the laborious charities of several common Americans towards the Irish, to repay the beneficence of this good clergyman among the sick poor of our own country. In conclusion, let me say, that I am neither an Irish- man, nor the son of %n Irishman. ADVANTAGES OF WORKING-MEN. 130 XXIII. vDVANTAGES OF AMERICAN WORKING-MEN. "How small, of all that human hearts endure, Th&i ^ait which laws or kings can cause or cure ! Still U> i Ui'selves in every place consign'd, Our GW.) Jghaty we make or find." The Traveller. IT is not uncoa^inon to hear mechanics and other working-men repining at their lot in life, especially as comp 'if DRINKING AND DRUNKENNESS. " O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil." Othello. IF an insane parent should be brought to the diabolical resolution of burning a child to death, it would not be necessary that he should violently thrust the infant into the flames. Only remove from the little creature all dread of the fire, give him free access within the fender to the blazing billets, and no long time would elapse before the ruin would be consummated. And precisely so, in regard to death and destruction by strong drink. The parent need not drench his son with a mortal dose of alcohol ; nay, he need not force him to be even once drunk. All that is necessary is that he should bring him up to absolute carelessness as to the danger of strong drink, allow him license in tasting it, and set him the example of indulgence. Alas ! for one that is literally burned alive, there are a hundred destroyed by the liquid fire. I should not deem myself pardonable, if I were to omit this topic in addressing young men, espe- cially those of the industrious class ; and although some of the crusades in favour of the virtue of 156 THE WORKING-MAN. temperance have been conducted with fanatical heats, and a contempt for all evidence and every rule of reasoning, I cannot think that any friend of his race is thereby excused from the duty of employing every means to secure our rising popu- lation ^rom so intense a curse as that of drunken- ness. And when I speak of drunkenness, my metaphysics will not help me to take a distinction between getting drunk on gin and getting drunk on cider. In the present state of the vintner's business, the difference between a brandy-sot and a wine-sot, is just this; the one drinks brandy and water; the other drinks brandy and wine. It is drunkenness, and its provocatives, against which I would raise the alarm. The direct and undeniable arguments against this vice are so numerous and overwhelming, that I feel no neces sity for rushing into the ludicrous paradoxes, exaggerated statistics, and profane wresting of holy writ, which have become a part of the regular agitation in this matter. Therefore I have never sought to prove that the wine of the Scriptures was not inebriating, or that alcohol, in its smallest portion, is concrete iniquity. But with the incon- trovertible reasons occurring in every day's walk, I would urge on my young countrymen to abhor the cup of temptation. The sight of one slavering drunkard is enough ; it contains an encyclopedia of arguments against any indulgence in strong liquors. I am amazed that, as one man, our youth do not arise in their strength, and swear to exter- DRINKING AND DRUNKENNESS. 157 minate this dragon. I am amazed that a single young man, so long as there remains a drunkard in the land, should hesitate to save himself from the reach of the monster's fang. And most of all am I amazed that there should be a single being, not confessedly a coward- and hypocrite, who can be deterred by the sneers of corrupt comrades from adopting a line of conduct which his reason and his conscience imperatively prescribe. If we can raise up a generation of sturdy fellows who have never tasted the evil spirit, we shall insure to the country, at a later day, a tribe of hale aged men, every one of whom may say with old Adam " Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty : For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty but kindly."* And our descendants will look back on the annals of intoxication with as much incredulity or detestation, as that with which we ourselves con- template the gladiatorial shows, or the orgies of the cannibal. The attraction which has brought me to this subject is certainly not its novelty, but its import- ance ; and I must even run the risk of repeating * As You Like It 14 158 THE WORKING-MAN. things which have been uttered at a hundred Tem- perance meetings ; these pages may, however, be read by some who do not frequent such assem- blies. To the young man whose eye is upon, this page, I would therefore say, do for yourself what the Spartans used to do for their children : summon before you some beastly impersonation of the vice, in order that it may forever seize your imagination and your heart. Call before your mind's eye a group of the worst drunkards within your knowledge. Fancy the whole dozen to be before you as, for instance, on the bench or settee of some gin or beer shop. Behold the maudlin tears, the drivel, the lack-lustre eye, the hiccough, the belch, the vomit, (shame on vice which makes indecency indispensable to truth,) the stagger, the stammer, the idiotism ! Behold decrepitude in youth, and contempt in hoary hairs ! Add to the scene the wives they have murdered, and the sons who have died of drink before their eyes and then while your "gorge rises" at the spectacle, fix in your soul this one truth There is not one of these demoniacs who was not once as pure and as fearless as yourself. There is something so nauseous in the extreme symptoms of this disease, that it might be proper to cast a veil over them, if it were not that Provi- dence has made them odious in order to alarm our fears. We ought therefore to take a fair look upon the stagnant pool of abominations in which those wallow who tamper with this indulgence. In the DRINKING AND DRUNKENNESS. 159 approach, Intemperance shows a gay and pleasing face : her complexion is ruddy, her wreathed smiles are soft and melting ; she sings and dances, as she offers "the sweet poison of misused wine." She leads the social bevy, and steals the mask of friend- ship, of liberality, and of patriotism. She proffers her assistance at every festival. It is this aspect of the Circe which allures and misleads. It is only after the seduction has been completed after the curtain has been dropped in the recesses of her private chamber, that the horrid truth is dis- played. There it is the victim finds that her eye is a red fountain of rheums, her breath putrescence, her visage livid and bloated, her tongue ribald, and her frame a mass of ulcerous corruption. Faugh ! " Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination !" You may well exclaim thus ; but the more you are dis- gusted, the more just is your impression; and the vile emblem is faint when placed by the viler reality. Seeing then that the cup of wine leads to such issues, and that the merely temporal results of drinking are thus loathsome, let me beg you to abjure all those sportive and therefore palliative expressions which are often employed to describe a condition which is in wretchedness and degrada- tion below nothing on this side of hell. We have many merry tropes by which to point out that a man has made himself a fool or a maniac. The Arabs are said to have near a hundred names for a lion. We have almost as many for a man in 160 THE WORKING-MAN. liquor. But in proportion as we laugh, we fail to abhor. The boy who jeers a street-drunkard, has his natural horror merged in a mere sense of the ludicrous. Let this be examined, and it will, if I err not, lead to a principle which has been too much neglected. Abandon at once and for life the use as a beverage, either habitually or occa- sionally, of every liquid which can intoxicate. With a soul filled with detestation of this chief of the Furies, free yourself from her solicitations. THE WORKING-MAN'S HEALTH. 161 XXVII. THE WORKING-MAN'S HEALTH. " Know, then, whatever cheerful and serene Supports the mind, supports the body too. Our greatest good, and what we least can spare, Is Hope : the last of all our evils, Fear." ARMSTRONG. IN a late visit I had the pleasure of meeting ray two good friends, uncle Benjamin and the school- master, quietly seated under the shade of a spread- ing buttonwood tree. Upon my making some little complaints about my ill health, uncle Benja- min interrupted me with " Pshaw ! man ! beware of becoming a grumbler. I have known a man whose everlasting reply was Dying, while he ate well, slept well, and looked as if he could have knocked down a beef." " Some men," said the schoolmaster, quoting Cowper, " Some men employ their health, an ugly trick, In making known how oft they have been sick, And give us, in recitals of disease, A doctor's trouble, but without the fees ; Relate how many weeks they kept their bed, How an emetic or cathartic sped ; Nothing is slightly touch'd, much less forgot, Nose, ears, and eyes seem present on the spot" 14* 162 THE WORKING-MAN. " Just so," rejoined uncle Benjamin : " ailing folks should live in hospitals ; at any rate they should remember that other people are not so deeply interested in their disorders. In a long life I have always observed, that there is no greater difference between an ill-bred and a well-bred man, than that the latter keeps his little troubles to him- self. It is a shame for active mechanics to become complainers ; even if they are amiss, brooding only makes matters worse. What says the pro- verb ? the three best doctors are Dr. Diet, Dr. Quiet, and Dr. Merryman. What says the Bible ? A merry heart doeth good like a medicine."* " That reminds me," said Appletree, "of what is said of the famous Dr. Nichols, that whatever a man's distemper might be, he would not attend him, as a physician, if his mind was not at ease ; for he believed that no medicines would have any influence. And I dare say you have read the twenty-fifth number of the Spectator, where Addi- son says, ' the fear of death often proves mortal,' and that many more thousands are killed in a flight than in a battle, and that it is impossible that we should take delight in any thing that we are every moment afraid of losing." " There is too much talk," said uncle Benjamin, " about health as a separate concern. If men are temperate, regular, active, cheerful, and cleanly, they will generally be well. If not, let them bewail their mishaps, not before their friends, but * Prov. xvii. 22. THE WORKING-MAN'S HEALTH. 163 their doctor. But what with bran-bread and vege- table diet, and what with lectures and tracts upon health, hundreds are put in the way of becoming symptom-hunters, then hypochondriacs, and then real invalids. None but a fool will go to fingering the nice works of a watch ; yet any one feels free to tinker with his constitution. First whims, then experiments, ruin the strength." " Even learned men," said the schoolmaster, " have fallen victims to this folly. Dr. Stark, an eminent physician of the last century, experi- mented on diet until his life ended in February, 1770. On the 24th of the preceding June he began with bread and water. On the 26th of July he changed this for bread, water, and sugar. Then came bread, water, and olive oil. On the 8th of September he was so weak that he almost fainted in walking across the room. The last mess but one was a diet of bread or flour with honey, and an infusion of tea or of rosemary. He died on the 23d of February. Bathing, which is one of the best things in the world, may be carried to excess. Men of one idea are fond of recommending their own notions to every one : but Dr. Currie closes the account of one of his experiments in cold bathing with the remark, that the chief thing he learned from it was, that it was not rashly to be repeated." "Right, right," exclaimed uncle Benjamin; " ' God never made his work for man to mend.' The really robust and long-lived men in all nations 164 THE WORKING-MAN. have always been those who have had no whimsies. They have been temperate, and cleanly, and good- natured, and brisk, but they have kept no lenten days, nor proscribed any of the ordinary articles of diet. Good roast beef, with tea, coffee, and garden stuffs, has not shortened their days.* And I believe after all it is quantity rather than quality which hurts us. Let a man be forever asking himself, Will this hurt? or, Will that hurt? and he will soon arrive at the point at which every thing will hurt." " Exactly so," said the schoolmaster. " When Dr. Johnson's friend Taylor happened to say that he was afraid of emetics, for fear of breaking some small vessels, ' Poh !' said Johnson, ' if you have so many things that will break, you had better break your neck at once, and there's an end on't. You will break no small vessels !' And then, says Bos well, he puffed and blowed with high derision." The real diseases of working-men deserve to be considered with all possible aid from science. Let their causes and frequency be noted and re- * " Mr. Wesley," says Dr. Southey, " believed that the use of tea made his hand shake so before he was twenty years old, that he could hardly write. He published an essay against tea-drinking, and left off during twelve years : then, ' at the close of a consumption,' by Dr. Fothergill's directions, he used it again, and probably learned how much he had been mistaken in attributing ill effects to so refreshing and innocent a beverage." THE WORKING-MAN'S HEALTH. 165 ported. Where prevention is possible, let them be prevented; where cure is possible, let them be cured; but let them not weigh like a night- mare on those who are well. The statistics of disease in England go to show that " one hundred of the efficient male population of the country are net liable to more than twenty-five severe attacks of disease in the year. Each man is liable to a protracted disease, disabling him from work, every four years : this forms one great section of the sickness of the country, but it does not include accidents from fighting and drunkenness, or the many ailments which make men apply for me- dical advice while they carry on their occupa- tion, comprising, perhaps, as many more cases of a slighter character, which raise to fifty per cent, the proportion of the population attacked annually."* Some of our working-men of the active trades lose their health by over-eating and over-working: of course I leave out the drinking men, who can seldom have sound insides. Extreme exertion wears out multitudes in all trades where great bodily power is required. The coal-heavers of London, healthy as they look, are but a short- lived people. The heavy loads which they carry and the liquor which they drink carry them off rapidly. Before the introduction of the power- press, a large proportion of the pressmen who Statistical Account of the British Empire ; Article by Dr. Farr. 166 THE WORKING-MAN. were accustomed to print large newspapers, by hand, were affected with a particular disease, which is the result of an unequal action on the muscles. In the sedentary trades, the danger is from constrained position, bad air, want of ex- ercise, and want of water. An hour every day ** in the garden or wood-yard, and a daily sponging of the whole body, together with temperance, cheerful evening visits, and good music, would put blood into the veins of many a limber tailor and swarthy shoemaker. BATHS, AND CLEANLINESS. 167 XXVIII. BATHS, AND CLEANLINESS. " 'Tis this adorns the rich ; The want of this is poverty's worst wo ; With this external virtue, age maintains A decent grace ; without it, youth and charms Are loathsome." AH.MSTUOSTG THERE is nothing in which the domestic eco- nomy of the moderns, more differs from that of the ancients, than in the article of Baths. The allusions of the Bible to this practice are familiar to us all. The Egyptians, the Greeks, and the Romans agreed in making it a part of their daily routine. The public baths of the Romans were magnificent structures. Those of Caracalla were adorned with two hundred pillars, and furnished with sixteen hundred seats of marble ; on which three thousand persons could be accommodated at once. Those of Dioclesian were still more sump- tuous. Alexander Severus, to gratify the passion for bathing, ordered the warm baths to be opened by break of day, and also supplied the lamps with oil. Thus the bath became a universal luxury, until there were some so devoted to the enjoyment as to use it four, five, and even eight times a day. 168 THE WORKING-MAN. In modern Europe, though bathing is not so highly prized as it was among the ancients, it is regarded as far more necessary to health and com- fort than among ourselves. Indeed the neglect of thorough ablution is not unlikely to become a na- tional reproach. A British traveller says, and not without some appearance of truth, that " the prac- tice of travellers' washing at the door or in the porticoes, or at the wells of taverns and hotels, once a day, is most prejudicial to health ; the ablu- tion of the body, which ought never to be neglect- ed, at least twice a day, in a hot climate, being altogether inconsistent with it. In fact," he adds, " I have found it more difficult, in travelling in the United States, to procure a liberal supply of water at all times of the day and night in my bedcham- ber than to obtain any other necessary. A supply for washing the hands and face once a day seems all that is thought requisite."* Though the tra- veller's censure applies with its full force to some parts of his own country, we may take a useful hint, and amend our ways. The two great considerations which recommend the bath are its influence, first, on cleanliness, and, next, on health ; and the latter is in a great degree dependent on the former. " Cleanliness," as John Wesley is reported to have said, " is the next thing to godliness ;" and such is the connexion between outward and inward purity, that, in all Stuart's Three Years in America, vol. ii. p. 440. BATHS, AND CLEANLINESS. 169 religions, the one has been the symbol of the other. Of course, those who work hard and per- spire copiously, have more need of care in this particular than others. To the artisan, therefore, the bath is a double advantage, a double luxury. All trades, however, are not alike. There are some in which the operative cannot pretend to be clean, while he is actually employed ; to attempt it would be affectation ; but there is the more rea- son why he should enjoy the feeling of perfect cleanliness when work is over. The watchmaker* or the trimmer may be almost as neat as a lady ; but there are none who are entirely exempt from the need of water. Some there are who are scarcely aware of the extent to which their skin has become clogged by the successive perspira- tions and depositions of years. They might form some idea of the fact if they should scrape the sur- face with a dull knife, by which the accumulated outer skin would come off in a scurf of branny powder. It is too common with certain persons, to wash only for the public, and to cleanse only what is visible. If we were brought up in proper notions on this subject, and knew when we were comfortable, we should feel as much necessity for water to our bodies as to our faces ; and a bathing-house, or at least a bathing-tub, would be as indispensable as a wash-basin. An eminent German physician, Hufeland, tells us, that "every Sunday evening people formerly went in procession through the 15 170 THE WORKING-MAN. streets, beating on basins, to remind the labourers of bathing ; and the tradesman, who laboured at dirty work, washed off, in the bath, that dirt, which now adheres to him during a long life." Only he who has made the experiment can know how delicious is the feeling produced by a tho- rough warm ablution, after a day of heat and exer- tion. " To wash one's self," says one of our own eminent medical authorities, " ought to have a much more extended meaning than people gene- rally attach to the words. It should not consist merely in washing the hands, and rubbing a wet towel over the face, and sometimes the neck ; the ablution ought to extend over the entire surface, and it is particularly necessary where often least thought of, as at the bends of the limbs, &c. In a tepid bath, with the aid of a little soap and a sponge, or brush, the process may be completely performed with a feeling of comfort at the mo- ment, and of much pleasure afterwards."* If bathing affords so much comfort, it conduces not less to health. No man can be in health whose skin is out of order. This is beginning to be acknowledged by all who think and write upon the human system. It is the skin which is the seat of perspiration, of which about thirty- three ounces pass through every twenty-four hours ; even when there is no visible moisture * Dr. John Bell, on Baths and Mineral Waters; a learned and judicious work, to which I am indebted for most that is valuable in this essay. BATHS AND CLEANLINESS. 171 on the surface. The skin is the regulator of ani- mal heat; it is a great absorbent, and takes in again much of the corrupt matter left in contact with it by want of cleanliness. It is in close con- nexion with almost every important function of the system. A glance at these facts will show that it requires daily attention. But some will be surprised to learn further, that this wonderful covering has other no less important offices. It not only lets out liquid, but it takes in airs, as well as watery vapour : so that it may almost be said to play the part of the lungs, by secreting and absorbing the same gases. In some animals, in- deed, as in the leech, all the breathing is done by the skin, and you may kill a frog as effectually by varnishing him all over, as by tearing out his lungs. The filthy covering of an unwashed per- son is not unlike such a varnish, and he who never bathes labours under a sort of half-suffoca- tion. The outer scurf which we may scrape away is a deposition from the true or inner skin. A good washing and rubbing softens this outer skin, and makes it easy to rub off the dead parts with a brush or hard towel. In this respect, all baths, of whatever temperature, are useful. The surface is cleansed and freed from obstructions, and a way is cleared for the passage of the proper fluids and gases. On a subject so important, I trust these little details will not be thought either dry or unnecessary. The cold bath is the most natural, and the most 172 THE WORKING-MAN. easily taken, but it is not always proper or safe. There are some I know who recommend it indis- criminately to all persons, at all seasons ; but such is not the counsel of wise physicians. " In proportion," says Dr. Combe, " as cold bathing is influential in the restoration of health when judiciously used, it is hurtful when resorted to without discrimination." " Many persons," says Dr. Bell, " in even vigorous health, cannot tolerate Jhe cold bath for the shortest period, still less can they habitually use it with benefit. Even they who have accustomed themselves to it are in dan- ger from the practice, if it be continued after any sudden diminution of vital energy, by whatever cause produced." The same learned author re- jects the vulgar notion that cold bathing is either a tonic or a stimulant, and teaches us, that what some- are pleased to consider a reaction after the application of cold, is no such thing, and that the skin is not actually warmer at this time than before. He therefore comes to the same conclu- sion with the great ancient Galen, that the cold bath is proper for persons in perfect health, and for fleshy ones, for the temperate and those who use due exercise ; that the proper season for it is summer, and that one must be gradually accus- tomed to it. But neither he nor the most timid adviser would debar the manly swimmer from plunging into the stream, or still better from indulg- ing in that exquisite refreshment, the dash of the surf upon the sea-shore. BATHS AND CLEANLINESS. 173 Both the eminent physicians whom I have quoted recommend for habitual use the tepid or warm bath. A temperature ranging from 85 to 98 is named by Dr. Combe. The best rule is to avoid the positive impressions, either of heat or cold. The effect is at once tranquillizing and invigorating, in a high degree. Nothing can savour more of ignorance, or be less agreeable to expe- rience, than the notion of some, that the warm bath is enfeebling. From the earliest ages it has been the restorative of the exhausted traveller, and the writer of these lines can never forget its magical effect after a wearisome journey of some hundreds of miles. Darwin reminds us, that the words relaxing and bracing, which are generally used in relation to warm and cold baths, are mechani- cal terms, properly applied to drums or strings ; but are only metaphors, when applied to this sub- ject. After a long day's work the warm bath is a thousand-fold better than strong liquors. Bruce, in his travels in Abyssinia, tells us, that when he felt an intolerable inward heat, and was so exhaust- ed as to be ready to faint, he was made as fresh and strong by a warm bath, as on his rising in the morning. " Some persons may tell me," says he, " that the heat of the bath must weaken and ener- vate, but I can assure them that the reverse is the case." Our celebrated countryman, Count Rum- ford, once repaired to Harrowgate, in a feeble state of health. Such was his fear of taking cold from the warm bath, that he used it only once in 15* 174 THE WORKING-MAN. three days, for less than fifteen minutes, and always went from it to a warm bed. Finding this unprofitable, he reversed his method, and bathed every day, at two o'clock, for half an hour, at 96 and 97 of Fahrenheit, for thirty-five days to'gether. " The salutary effects of this experi- ment," he adds, " were perfectly evident to all those who were present, and saw the progress of it ; and the advantages I received from it have been permanent. The good state of health which I have since enjoyed, I attribute to it entirely." The same philosopher exposes the mistake of those who avoid the warm bath for fear of catch- ing cold ; as, indeed, one has no more occasion to dread catching cold after having been in a warm bath, than from going out of doors into the air of a frosty morning. " There are few," says Dr. Combe, " who do not derive evident advantage from the regular use of the tepid bath, and still fewer who are hurt by it." It is one of the great advantages of a residence in the city of Philadelphia, that there is not only an abundant supply of water, but that all the better class of houses are provided with bathing- rooms, in which either cold or warm baths may be taken. And even those who are without these conveniences, may have easy access to public baths. Or, in the worst imaginable case, a tub of warm water, a piece of soap, a sponge, and a hard towel may be found in the house of any man who wishes to cleanse his person. INTEMPERANCE AND DISEASE. 175 XXIX. INTEMPERANCE AND DISEASE. " Were it a draught for Juno when she banquets, I would not taste thy treasonous offer ; none But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-governed and wise appetite." MILTOIT. IN looking over a book upon the effects of different trades upon health and long life,* I was struck with the repeated statement that such and such occupations would be less unhealthy, if it were not for the liquor drunk by the workmen. This, thought I, is very unfair : why blame the trade, when the fault all lies in the drink ? We may lay it down as a principle, that of honest employments, there is not one in fifty which is hurtful to the health of a temperate and prudent man ; but if men will still be mad enough to guzzle beer or whisky, they may destroy them- * The Effects of the Pnncipal Arts, Trades, and Profes- sions, and of civic states and habits of living, on Health and Longevity : &c. &c. by C. Turner Thackrah. Philadelphia, 1831. 176 THE WORKING-MAN. selves amidst the most wholesome circumstances in the world. The book I spoke of, though small in size, con- tains much information on this important subject. Let me advert to some instances of the kind men- tioned above. Of coachmen and other drivers, Mr. Thackrah says that their exposure to the weather is thought to produce rheumatism and in- flammation of the lungs. " I conceive, however," he adds, "that these diseases would rarely occur to abstemious men. It is intemperance which gives the susceptibility to such maladies ; and it is intemperance which produces much greater." And here he speaks of morning-sickness ; disease of the stomach and head ; apoplexy and palsy. In regard to another trade, he says : " Though temperate millwrights are healthy, and continue their employ to a great age, often even to that of sixty, there is another class, who fit up the shafts and wheels, to convey the power from the steam- engine to the machinery, and who suffer from their debauched habit of life. These men earn high wages ; take much of that pernicious com- pound called ale, and sometimes even drams in addition, and are moreover off work at the pot- house two or three days in the week. Such men, of course, are unhealthy and short-lived." These remarks may be applied to many classes of ope- ratives in America, who receive high wages, and are not required to keep honrs. For there ia nothing more conducive to health and good habits INTEMPERANCE AND DISEASE. 177 than for a man to have such employment and such pay as shall make it necessary for him to be mo- derately engaged every day. A master pocketbook-maker informed our au- thor that several of his people had died from consumption. " This, however," says he, " I should attribute not to the employ, but to intem- perance." When blacksmiths are ill, " the cause is most frequently intemperance." Of hatters, he tells us, " they are often intemperate and short- lived." And of brewers, who are commonly re- garded as patterns of portly strength, Mr. Thackrah observes : " As a body, they are far from healthy. Under a robust and often florid appearance, they conceal chronic disorders of the abdomen, particu- larly a congested (overfull) state of the venous system. When these men are accidentally hurt or wounded, they are more liable than other indi- viduals to severe and dangerous effects. The ill-health of brewers is, however, evidently attributable to their habitual and unnecessary potation of beer." After such statements as these, we need not be surprised when this judicious medical man comes to the conclusion, that intemperance is the grand bane of civilized life. These observations were made nearly twenty years ago in the populous town of Leeds, and are therefore introduced here in preference to still stronger statements more near to us in time and place ; as it is common to suspect the latter as coloured by zeal for a popular 178 THE WORKING-MAN. enterprise. In regard to mere health, then, it ap- pears, that intoxicating- drinks are unnecessary and noxious. To him who uses them, no circum- stances can ensure health : to him who abstains, even great exposure is usually harmless. The first rule of health to be inculcated on our children, apprentices, and families, is to live without drink. Here is work for masters and employers. Surely they have an accountability in this matter to God and to man. The apprentice and even the journeyman are, and ever ought to be under some control ; and the more fully the master sustains to them the part of a father, the greater will this control be. It will be an evil day for our land when either party shall feel that this bond is loosed. Let the household links be broken, and the political chain will have no binding force. If we wish such a reformation as shall make and keep our rising race virtuous and happy, we must begin at home, and masters must take some steps which are now unpopular. The vices of journeymen fall, with part of their burden, on master -workmen. As Mr. Thackrah very justly says, the latter may do much to lessen this great evil of intemperance. Does any one ask what can the master do ? I reply, he can bring up his boys in good principles. He can press upon them the precepts of the Bible. He can correct their youthful errors. He can set them an example of rigid temperance. He can see that they spend INTEMPERANCE AN1) DISEASE. 179 their evenings and their Sundays at home, in reading, or in some useful amusements. He can open facilities for them to enjoy the advantages of night-schools, libraries, Sunday-schools, Bible- classes, and lyceums. Is it asked what can he do for journeymen? I reply, some of these same things ; for a man's being a journeyman does not put him beyond the reach of good advice or good example. But, over and above this, I adopt our author's language : " Let the master discharge from his employ every man who ' breaks work ;' nay, let him admonish, and afterwards discharge every man who spends his evenings at the ale- house, or calls at the dram-shop. This is, in fact, the great point : for the evil is curable at the beginning." I anticipate what will be said about the difference between the state of things here and in the old country ; about the independence of opera- tives, and the scarcity of skilled labour. Never- theless every employer, who has patronage, is responsible to society and to God for the manner in which he employs it. He may not lord it over his men, but he has a right to know how and where they spend their evenings ; for the plain reason that his own interests are involved in it. The inquiry is not always agreeable ; nay, it will often give great offence ; but what then ? Is the truly benevolent man to do nothing which is dis- agreeable ? Of a truth, we are not so delicate in the collection of a debt, or the prosecution of a claim. These lions are chiefly in the way of our 180 THE WORKING-MAN. benevolent efforts. Until the law of the land shall render us more effectual aid, by erecting dykes against this flood of evil, every good man will do what he can to keep it out of his own doors. The place where health, fortune, character, and happiness are lost, is the tavern. In their origin, public houses were places for the entertainment of the weary traveller ; no object could be more be- nevolent. But they have become, by the change of times, chiefly remarkable as dens of drunken- ness. Take away the bar, and in most cases you take away the publican's livelihood. But even now, if taverns were frequented chiefly by way- faring-men, it were well. But, far from this, they are sources of temptation and ruin to the neigh bourhood. Where must you go to find the black leg, the drunkard, and the bully ? To the tavern Where is the young man who is never in his own shop, and whose shabby coat and anxious eye betoken debt and danger ? In the tavern. Where were the journeymen and apprentices last night, who are this morning haggard and sallow, yawn- ing and hiccuping over their work ? At the tavern. I must in justice say, that I know inn- keepers who are temperate, orderly men, and good citizens, and who deplore this state of things; and I know houses to which these remarks do not apply ; but in the greater number of cases, the bar-room is the way to destruction ; and to say that a man is often seen hanging about the tavern porch, under whatever pretence of business, is to INTEMPERANCE AND DISEASE. 181 say that his work is neglected, his habits declining, and his company detestable. In these and similar observations, I purposely avoid all mention of Temperance societies and their pledges, not because I am indifferent to the success of their endeavours, but because I wish to reach even those who do not admit the prin- ciple of these associations in its full extent. The sentiments which are here expressed, have been entertained by thoughtful men for scores of years; nor do I see how they can be rejected by any one who loves his country. Some of the happiest changes I have ever known have been wrought in men who have escaped the snare of strong drink. Such a one is PHELPS the coach-painter. Time was when he thought his paint would kill him outright, but for his brandy ; and he could not conceive how he could be merry with a couple of friends, except over a bottle. He sang a good song, and, being a musician, used to be the life of the tavern suppers. Some of his bacchanal staves may still be heard at midnight by those who pass by the Bull's Head. Phelps had been well schooled, and sometimes wrote verses. But his eyes became weak, and his nose red, and the palette began to shake on his thumb. This did not arouse him, until his only son Ned was brought home drunk. He had fondly imagined that the boy had never seen him drink : it is the folly of many a parent, who rears a household of drunkards. That night Phelps broke every bottle 16 182 THE WORKING-MAN. in his cellar. Last week I dined with him, and he sang me the following verses of his own making, over a goblet of excellent lemonade. When the glass sparkles, and the group Of wassail gathers there ; Though friends invite, though spirits droop, Tis Wisdom cries, BEWARE ! Be it the juice of tortured grain Which foaming tankards bear, Or distillation of sweet-cane, 'Tis perilous BEWARE ! Or should ripe clusters pour a flood Whose varying hues compare With gems, or Tyrian dye, or blood, 'Tis wine that mocks BEWAHE ! But doubly fly that fiery stream, Forced by perverted care, Through tortuous pipe, in pungent steam ; Those drops are death BEWAKE ! Howe'er the Tempter drug his bowl, Or mix his potions fair, Why shouldst thou jeopard thus thy soul 1 Madness is near BEWARE ! MONET. 183 XXX. MONEY. " Yet to be just to these poor men of pelf, Each does but hate his neighbour as himself: Damn'd to the mines, an equal fate betides The slave that digs it, and the slave that hides." POPE. THE good and the evil of money are the subject of our daily conversation, and neither can well be represented as greater than it is. The same book of wisdom which declares to us that " money an- swereth all things," warns us that the love of it is a " root of all evil." We love what costs us pains ; our own work, or the fruit of it ; our own little garden rather than our neighbour's hot-house. It is, therefore, constantly observed that it is hard to wring money out of the hands of one who has earned it by little and little. Look at the farmer ; even if he owns thousands of acres, he is some- times startled at a call for the disbursement of twenty dollars : while the merchant, who gains and loses by fifties and hundreds, will transfer ten thousand dollars' worth of stock in five minutes. Women, who seldom dear creatures have the handling of large sums, are more frugal in the disposition of their means, than their more hard- 184 THE WOBKING-MAN. hearted husbands. Hence the great moralist avers that mendicants seldom beg of women. How- ever this may be, it is undeniable that where money is hardly got, it is sure to be prized suffi- ciently. Let a man work hard for his dollar and he will be in danger of setting too high a value upon it ; and thus, by imperceptible degrees, fru- gality grows into avarice and thrift into meanness. It is not the mere coin, the material gold, silver, copper, and alloy that we love ; at least in the outset. The miser, who is a possessed man, may transfer his regards to the sign from the thing sig- nified, and gloat over dollars and doubloons ; but what the most love is what the money will bring. To use a large word, it is the potentiality of hap- piness. We turn every thing into money. We measure every thing by money. It is money which marks the injury done by a slander or a blow. As we measure the force of an engine by horse-power, so we measure an honourable office by dollars. Men value their lives at certain sums, and persons could be found who would be bribed to run the risk of being bit by a mad dog. In consequence of this universal applicability of money as the measure of value, it comes to stand for the things which it measures. We look with complacency on the key which unlocks our trea- sures ; and gaze on a dirty bank-note, which is only a rag. In Pitcairn's island, at the latest accounts, there was no money, nor any need of it. Hut does it MONET. 185 follow that there can be no avarice there ? I think not. The passion may look beyond the medium to the end in view, but it is still the same. The dislike to part with our cash, when reduced to its principles, is a mode of selfishness. It is only one aspect of our love of the things which money will buy. If any man would guaranty to us all these things for life, we would freely give him the money. Hence the moral evils of avarice. But for this the love of gold would be as innocent as the love of roses and lilies. Bat even on the selfish principle, I have some- times thought that a more refined and profound view of the matter would loosen our hold on the purse. By pinching hard we hurt nobody but ourselves. Every one sees that if a man spends none of his money, he is wretched ; hence the name miser, which is only the Latin for a wretch. But many make it the business of their lives to come as near this as they can. They sail as near the wind as is possible. Sound economy will teach a man that a liberal outlay of money is in some cases no more a loss, than a liberal sowing of wheat. STOLIDO has adopted the saving maxim never to cut the packthread of a parcel, but al- ways to untie it : he therefore fumbles at a hard knot for ten minutes, in which he could have earned the worth of ten such packthreads. BASSO grudges sixpence for a dose of physic, and in the end loses six weeks. We all agree that time is money. Why so? Because time will procure 16* 186 THE WORKING-MAN. us money, or, what is the same, money's worth. But we are not so ready to admit, though it is equally true, that health is money that temper- ance is money that good habits are money that character is money. Nay, I go further than this : if we must value every thing by this merce- nary standard, then I say, ease is money, because it is worth money, and we labour all our life to earn it. Comfort is money, and happiness is money. These remarks are certainly not intended to foster the disposition to estimate every thing by pounds, shillings, and pence. God forbid ! Our money-making nation needs no spur in their race : we are already pointed at by the finger of nations. But as the world's ready reckoners insist on gauging human bliss by this rule, I wish to show that on their own principles a man may be too saving. Even the rule of the usurer in the old play,* which was short enough to be engraven on his ring, and which is engraven on many a heart, Tu tibi cura, " Take care of number one," is often violated by unwise parsimony. We may be sparing to our damage. There are better things than money. O that I could ring it through every shop, factory, and counting-house of my country ! There is good which gold cannot buy, and which to barter for gold were ruin. It cannot buy the kindly affections of the fireside. It cannot buy The " Groat's Worth of Wit," by Robert Green. MONET. 187 the blessings of friendship. It cannot buy the serene comforts of virtue, the quiet of conscience, the joys of religion. This lesson should be in- culcated on the young. It is idle to fear that such a lesson will make them careless or profuse. It is a lesson opposed, not to frugality, but to parsi- mony. Those who learn it will not hoard, but neither will they squander. They will look on money, not as an ultimate good, but as the repre- sentative of purchasable advantages ; and they will count it as nothing when put in the opposite scale to moral and eternal things, which are above all price. 188 THE WORKING-MAN. XXXI. RISKS AND SPECULATIONS. " Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry." Hamlet. OF all the ways of making money, that which belongs to a man's proper 'trade or business is the safest, easiest, and most honest. He who would, even in a worldly sense, prosper, must let many gay chances of wealth flit before him, without drawing him from his daily work. This, how- ever, is very much against the spirit of the age. To become rich by sudden leaps is more attrac- tive than to plod on for years with scarcely per- ceptible gains. Yet the truly solid men are those who have pursued the latter course. It is not too much to say, that at the time of this present writ- ing, there are a thousand mechanics, manufacturers, and small tradesmen, who are trying to become rich by what they call speculation. Some, in a low sphere, deal in horses. Though this is not their trade, they are perpetually driving some bargain, or making some match, or showing off the paces of some famous roadster. It becomes RISKS AND SPECULATIONS. 189 a passion, business is neglected ; and, so far as my observation goes, horse-dealers do not always maintain the purest character for straight- forward conduct. Some are, or were, very full of buying and selling lots about our growing towns and cities. Others are all for granite-quar- ries. While many behold visions of untold wealth in the silk business, and forsake their own calling, to plant acres of the Chinese mulberry. One in fifty of these draws a prize ; the rest, after some months of suspense, sit down with blanks, and find their proper business near to ruin. These hopes commonly lead to expensive habits, unknown to the artisans of former days. Hence, my friend Mrs. BATES used often to re- mind her son Arthur of his father's frugality. " Dear mother," cried Arthur, on one of these occasions, with a face of great vexation, " pray, pray, don't quote my good father any more. The next thing will be to rig me out in his white neckcloth and small-clothes." " Arthur," said the old lady, with tears in her eyes, " the image which has been before my mind for forty years, will sometimes be in your way ; but bear with me, and I will not say any more about your father." " Say what you please," said the relenting son. " All I have to say is this : you know that your father was a thriving mechanic he had no ambi- tion to be more he became wealthy, as you might now have been, but for the rash adventure 190 THE WORKING-MAN. of your two uncles, in 1815, which swept away our property. When your father began life, how- ever, as you are now doing, he was frugal and domestic ; he stuck to his trade ; and after his great reverse, he returned to the habits of his youth. His maxim was, Waste nothing risk nothing borrow nothing." "Exactly, and had he lived to this day, he would have felt, as I feel, the change of times, and would think as little of owing five hundred dollars, as he did of borrowing a pinch of snuff." " Arthur," said the good old woman, smiling with the consciousness of experience, " the maxims of economy do not change with the fashions. They go by the nature of things." " Surely, madam, money is not now what money was before the Revolution !" " Perhaps not, in a certain sense ; but, as the shopkeepers say, money is money. Bread, and clothes, and fuel, are not got for nothing. You talk of credit : credit implies borrowing ; and borrowing implies paying. Creditors are made of no milder stuff than when I was a girl ; and, for all that I can see, a cistern that is always run- ning and never receiving is as like to run dry as any cistern of the olden time. To be plain what was the occasion of your haste in visiting New York, yesterday ?" " Then, to answer plainly, in my turn, though I am sure you are going to misunderstand it, it RISKS AND SPECULATIONS. 191 was to see several of my friends in William street." " Ah ! and why so anxious to see them at this, the busiest season of your trade ?" " You press me but I will be frank it was to get a lift in the pecuniary way common thing- to meet an arrangement a mere trifle a name or two was all I wanted a-hem a little mat- ter in " " In bank, you would say, my son. Speak it out. I understand you. Now consider ; what change has come over the plain old-fashioned business of coach-making, that you should need to be a bor- rower? Let an old woman tell your fortune your intimacy with banks will end in your being a bankrupt." With a blush and a sneer, Arthur went to his drying-room, then to his trimming-room, then to his counting-room, and then to the open air ; but nowhere could he fix his attention. He had be- come a borrower. He kept his horses and his dogs, and gave dinners, and went to the springs. To meet this expense, he had several little specu- lations, added to his regular trade. Instead of straitening his expenses to suit his means, he plunged into new indulgences ; and to meet their cost, he drew upon future and unreal gains. In America, perhaps, more than elsewhere, it is very common to find mechanics, and even professional and salaried men, falling into embarrassments, to which formerly only mercantile adventurers were 192 THE WORKING-MAN. thought liable. How can a young man sit down at his desk, or examine his books, when every paper and almost every knock remind him that he is in debt ? Arthur Bates was oftener in the street than in his shop ; and every part of his proper business became distasteful to him. He was often seen in the humbling situation of a vex- atious supplicant at the doors of men who were far below him in every scale but that of dollars and cents. He who becomes a borrower cannot foretell at what point of the descent he will stop. From a custom it grows into a habit. The first plunge is the most revolting ; after that, the smooth lapse becomes smoother with each suc- cessive yielding. Borrowing became so easy with Arthur, that he began to scribble on his waste papers the goodly proverbs, " Nothing venture, nothing lose," and " In for a penny, in for a pound." To one so diseased, no stimulant can be worse than a morning paper : it offers schemes of wealth on every page. These have a great charm for the man who feels that nothing but a grand " opera- tion" can get him out of the slough, and who, at the same time, reads of thousands realized on lots at Brooklyn, Brighton, and Chicago, or by sales of granite or mulberries. True, these things have had their day ; but so will other things. In pro- cess of time, Arthur Bates removed from a thriving country town to the great metropolis. No one who knows the world will be surprised at RISKS AND SPECULATIONS. 193 the change. It is not long since I could have named a round dozen of young men, attorneys, mechanics, and even doctors, who had closed their shops and offices, and gone into speculation. Arthur had entered the Alsatia of borrowing. After many fruitless attempts, he despaired of making his simple mother comprehend how a man may live and do well, without any regular business ; or how these rapid turns of the wheel differed from gambling. He descanted to her upon the credit system, the rise of property, the diversities of script, and the fortunes made by happy investments. He unrolled before her without effect, lithographic maps of unbuilt cities in the West, or of Venices to be conjured up, in the North River ; he turned her into stone, with calculations about the sugar beet and the morus multicaulis. Poor Mrs. Bates was too old to mend, and read out of her old book, that the bor- rower is servant to the lender.* In these de- bates Arthur was aided by a new friend of his, Peleg Peck, Esq. Mr. Peck was a son of the house of Peck, Pigeon, and Fitch, in Pearl street. After the usual time spent in billiards and dra- matic criticism, and after being bowed out of his father's counting-house by the elder partner, Mr. George W. Pigeon of Providence, he opened a livery stable at Brooklyn. Thence, by some un- explained change, he became booking-clerk in a stage-office in Market street, Philadelphia, and his *_Prov. xxii. 7. 17 194 THE WORKING-MAN. last ostensible calling was that of clerk in a Mis- sissippi steamboat. But he had seen wonders in the great West, and had come back to engage other adventurers. It was after a dialogue be- tween Mr. Peck and Arthur, that the latter hastily entered his mother's parlour. " Why so flurried, my son ?" said Mrs. Bates, as her son threw him- self into an elbow chair. " Dearest mother! nothing uncommon, I assure you. But one who belongs to the world cannot but partake of its great con- cussions. The motions of the great sea reach even our little creeks." " Pray, come down from your stilts, Arthur : you used wiser as well as plainer talk when you were a well-doing carriage-maker. Surely your connexions with the moneyed world are slight." " Ah ! there it is, again. Your notions are out of date. Indeed, mother, I do not know that you have got the least insight into the great modern system of debt and credit." " Be it so, my dear. Take a glass of water, and give me such lessons as suit my simplicity. But observe, before you begin, that I am not in my dotage yet, and that I have long observed that there is no subject on which men can talk longer without ideas, than on this same matter of credit, stocks, banks, and speculation. But perhaps you can trade in the same way without capital." " No jests, I entreat. In sober earnestness there is a great pressure a panic, you may say Wall street like the mouth of a bee-hive in June RISKS AND SPECULATIONS. 195 Three houses shut up this morning in Pearl street and I have every reason to believe that the fall of cotton has ruined Cromwell and Zebulons of Mobile, which will drag down Grubbs, Ish- mael, and Grubbs." " Hold ! hold ! my son, what has come over you ! Panic Wall street Ishmael ! And what concern can you have with these affairs ? You are not a bank-director, a broker, or a Jew." " True, my dear mother true but let me ex- plain. The modern system is so bound that is, such is the concatenation just to think, that bills on London are no longer in a word, money is so scarce. But your old notions are so queer, that I shall seem ridiculous." " Indeed you do," said Mrs. Bates, drawing herself up with some sternness. " Indeed you do. This rigmarole is a mere screen for igno- rance yes, pardon a mother's plainness for your ignorance of this complicated system of licensed gambling. Like too many, you have neglected your proper business ; you have tried to retrieve matters, by unwarrantable means ; and now, in your embarrassments, you are trying to lay all the blame on public measures, banks, and brokers. A plain mechanical business, as thrifty as yours was, needs no such connexions. What did your poor father know of banks ? Yet he was worth his forty thousand dollars, just before his two younger brothers decoyed him into a share in their liabilities. Arthur, I see your des- 196 THE WORKING-MAN. perate game. I have seen it long. You have failed to grow rich by slow earnings. You have borrowed to support your needless expenses. You have filled one vessel from another, neither of them being your own. You are now staking all your credit on these paltry speculations. You have become a mere borrower ; a borrower of what you can never pay." I am not writing a biography, and therefore it will be enough to say, that Arthur Bates has for two years been clerk in the counting-room of the establishment owned by his father ; a poor but honest man, and deeply penitent for his follies. THE WORKING-MAN IN WANT. 197 XXXII. THE WORKING-MAN IN WANT. " He that is down needs fear no fall." BUWYAW. THERE is not, perhaps, a country in the world where the extremes of human condition are less frequent than in our own : we are unac- quainted alike with princely wealth and abject wretchedness. Yet even here it is not always sunshine, even with the honest, temperate, and industrious. As a general rule, indeed, any man of ordinary health, strength, and capacity, can make his living, if he chooses : but there are ex- ceptions to the rule. It would be as absurd as it is inhuman to consider all poverty as the result of vice. The contrary is manifest every day. All men are fallible in judgment, and may fall into wrong projects. The best plans may fail from uncontrollable circumstances. The incapacity of a partner or an agent, or the fraud of a neighbour, or some sudden change in the price of an article, in the demand for a particular fabric, or even in the most trifling fashion, is often sufficient to bring to penury such as have never laid up any thing. But the case is so plain in the eyes of all observing 17* 198 THE WORKING-MAN. and benevolent men, that I shall not dwell on this point, but confine myself to a few suggestions for those who, by whatever path, have got to the bot- tom of the hill. My friend, let me take you by the hand : I like the pressure of a poor man's hand, and I am not one of those Pharisaical helpers who can see nothing to pity where there is any thing to blame. It is enough for me that you are in straits : I ask not how you came there. But, let me whisper it might be well if you would ask it yourself. Per- haps you have been lavish, when you had abun- dance. Perhaps you have been idle, or improvi- dent ; or your children have been too fine, or your wife has haunted auctions. Or, peradventure, you have been too fond of a horse or a gun ; or the coin has found its way from your till into the bar- room or the eating-house ; or you have been a customer of the brewer, or the tobacconist. No matter whatever the wrong step may have been, the course of wisdom is for you to learn by expe- rience. Dread the fire which has scorched you ; perhaps it is the best and the cheapest lesson you ever had. Now, when you are cool and collected, in the shades of the valley, take a survey of the path which you ought to have trodden, and make np your mind to choose and to pursue it. Be sure not to listen to the voice of pride. This is what barbs the arrow of poverty. True, if you are in absolute want, and near starvation, there will be wo enough even without pride. But THE WORKING-MAN IN WANT. 199 in the great majority of reverses, the feeling of mortification is the worst part. If you have enough to support nature, and are doing all "that is in your power, banish the consideration of other people's thoughts, which cannot make your case either better or worse. With a good conscience, you may safely leave your case to the care of Pro- vidence. You are, it is true, at the foot of the ladder ; but what then ? The way up is just the same as before. Never despond ; this is the grand rule, and I repeat it, never despond. The most suc- cessful men have had their reverses. " Try again," is a good motto, and your condition must be bad indeed, if this does not set you right. At any rate, brooding over losses cannot repair them. Your melancholy feelings can do you no good, and will do you much harm. Despondency strikes a palsy into your arm, and cuts off all the chances of your recovery. It is, perhaps, as great an evil in poverty as in sickness. After all, it is not a leading trait in the American character ; we are a sanguine people, and, like boats which easily right themselves, our merchants and mechanics rise out of troubles with an alacrity which is sur- prising. Encourage this hopeful temper, but let it be natural. As you value your happiness shun all artificial comforters. The man who, in embar- rassment, resorts to the bottle, or the tavern, may be said to be half lost. However bad your con- dition may be, it is not so wretched as this will 200 THE WORKING-MAN. make you. If intoxicating liquors are always dangerous, they are a thousand-fold so to the man who is in straits. You are embarrassed, but not undone. Now let me warn you against suddenly abandoning your present business. In nine cases out of ten, those who leave the trade to which they have been bred, find the change disastrous. You cannot be as much at home in any other employment, and your having failed in one effort is no sign that you will fail in the next. On the same principle I would say, beware of suddenly changing your place of residence. This almost always involves loss of time, loss of money, and loss of credit. Whatever may have brought you down, resolve to retrieve your former standing in the very place where you have lost it. That which needs altera- tion is not your circumstances, but yourself. Un- less you can change this by a removal, you had better remain. There is, of course, an exception in those cases where a man's business is over- stocked, where there is no demand for his labour, or where there exist other insuperable obstacles to his progress. Supposing you, then, to have come to the wise resolve to build on the old foundation, let me give you another hint : Do not relax your exertions for a moment. It is strange, but common, to see men making poverty an excuse for idleness. Their business has failed, and accordingly they walk about the streets for a month with their hands in THE WORKING-MAN IN WANT. 201 their pockets. When the waterman finds that his boat has been carried by the tide far below the landing-place, he does not relax his rowing, and yield himself to the adverse waves, but braces every muscle, and pulls hard against the stream. Redouble your exertions, and you may soon be extricated. Particularly when one is in debt, this is the best encouragement which he can give his creditors to allow him every favour. And if it has been your misfortune to be involved in debt, let me beseech you to avoid plunging any deeper into this slough. Necessity has no law, but so long as you can procure an honest mouthful of food, avoid this embarrassment. There are occasions on which, if ever, men are open to temptation. When want pinches, when wife and family cry for food, those whose ho- nour has never wavered will sometimes think of dishonest resources. Stifle the viper in your bosom ! Last of all, I say, do not repine. Discontent will only imbitter the distress which it cannot re- lieve ; and it is as wrong as it is useless and inju- rious. Be humble, patient, and resigned to the arrangements of Providence, and you will not fail to see better days. 802 THE WORKINft-MA.N. XXXIII. THE VILLAGE REVISITED. " I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw. And as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Home to return and die at home at last." GOLDSMITH. AFTER an absence of many years I lately re- visited the village of Ashford. This is a small inland place, in the midst of farmers, and undis- tinguished by manufactures or extensive trade. Its inhabitants are chiefly mechanics and store-keep- ers. On my entrance, I perceived that the place had undergone fewer changes than is common in America. There was the same long, straggling street, widening at one place into a green or com- mon, upon which stood an unsightly market-place, of that red brick which so disfigures and degrades the architectural prospects of our country. There were the same inns, and before one of them the same creaking sign of an Indian Queen, at which I used to throw stones when I was a boy. The THE VILLAGE REVISITED. 203 principal tavern had been enlarged, and I was told that the present incumbent was the last of six who had practised at that bar within twenty years. Be- sides those who had been burned out, one had been hanged, and one had become a reformed character. I was sorry to see that the other tavern-keeper was a person who had in former days been a pro raising saddler. My attention was drawn forcibly to the places of the old mechanics. I looked for old JAMES SORREL, the chair-maker ; there was no trace of him or his. None of his sons were bred to his trade, and those who survive are in the West. I also looked for MARK BELVILLE, the hatter the only one of his trade in those days. He ran away from his creditors fifteen years ago. The reason I found it easy to guess : his shop was always a rendezvous for the idlers of the whole street. The little English tailor, who was next in the row, had become too old to work ; I was told he had become rich and miserly ; he had no children, and, as I remember, could not read. RO- BERTS, the shoemaker, was still visible, a gray- haired old man, pacing about the street with an unsteady step, his hands behind him. After many years' hard work, he has retired to live with a married niece ; his sons are in Ohio, except one who keeps up the trade in a neighbouring town. The old man has one serious calamity : he has no solace for his old age, either of mind or heart. In his young days he had but one rule, Be honest 204 THE WORKING-MAN. and industrious. How many think this all- sufficient ! He observed it ; he worked early and late, till his back was bowed down, and his eyesight gone. He succeeded that is, he accu- mulated wealth. In order to do this, he saved both time and money. He had no books but an almanac, and always voted at town-meeting for the lowest possible sum to common schools. His charity began at home ; and he took care to let it end there ; and resolving to be just before he should be generous, he was all his life practising this first lesson. Now, in his old age, he is wealthy, but wretched. The domestic charm which keeps some families together, was unknown to him, and he is a solitary widower ; though, if you number his children, the family is large. I have written down in my pocket-book, that it will not do for a man to make a god of his trade ; and that, in spite of Ben Franklin, there are other goods in life than popularity and thrift. The very next house is oc- cupied by two young brokers, partners, who are playing the very same game. A new race of loungers appeared in the streets, but in no respect inferior to those who had been before them, having the same airs, and very much the same haunts. It is a class which propagates itself with remark- able ease, and there are few country towns in which there may not be found abundant speci- mens. The spots once occupied by the shops of two bakers, I was pleased to see covered with beautiful pleasure-grounds, and embellished with THE VILLAGE REVISITED. 205 two mansions a good deal superior to any thing in Ashford. I knew their occupants well. They were dutiful boys, and public-spirited men. The time and money, which at intervals they bestowed upon objects of common interest, have been amply made up to them by increase of credit and re- spectability. Benevolence is good policy. By doing good they are more known, and more re- vered. The chief difficulty is for them to decline offices of trust ; and they are already concerned in the administration and settlement of more estates than any of their fellow-townsmen. Though not related, they have always been good friends ; and I am told they are about to join in erecting, chiefly at their own expense, a Lyceum, or building for public lectures and philosophical experiments. They furnish a happy example of that healthful popularity which may be attained without an undue meddling with party politics. By this I am reminded of OLIVER CRABBE, the tallow-chandler. One would have supposed that Oliver's business might have occupied all his hours, but he found time to spend upon the affairs of the public. He was oftener in his front shop than in his dipping-room, because his front shop was a sort of news-room. There, upon bench and counter, at almost any hour, might be seen the sage quidnuncs of the town. It was the vil- lage exchange. In spite of odours " not of am- ber," that door seemed to attract to itself perpetual groups, which might be likened to the clusters at 18 206 THE WORKING-MAN. the aperture of a bee-hive. Here the newspapers were read, and the public business settled. As you might expect, Oliver was chief speaker ; he loved to hear himself talk, which I have observed to be the grand inducement to mingle in politics. There was no meeting of the party to which he belonged, at which he did not find it easy to at- tend, whatever might be the state of his business. At town meetings, his voice was lifted up, and when he passed between the tellers, he was usually followed by a retinue of humble political admirers. I am not sure that he did not some- times dream of higher honours, for I have heard him rallied about a sheet of paper, on which he had practised, in a fine flourishing hand, the mys- terious words, Pub. Doc. Free OLIVER CRABBE. Oliver has been in the poor-house for five years. The grave-yard of the little village gave evident tokens that almost a generation had passed away. In walking among the green mounds, and marble memorials, I could not but observe that a large proportion of those who lay there had by no means arrived at extreme age. Another reflection which forced itself on me was, that the epitaphs never told the whole truth. The young man who ac- companied me seemed very sensible of this. I would, for instance, read aloud from a headstone the pretty verses commemorative of some spotless youth, and my guide would say, " He died of drink." Of another, equally celebrated over his grave, he would observe : " This man was a THE VILLAGE REVISITED. 207 drunkard." Indeed, I shudder to think how many whom I once knew among the working classes of this place, have been brought to their grave, either directly or indirectly, by strong drink. As I sauntered about the streets and neighbouring lanes, I would occasionally stumble on one and another of the few surviving topers, who seem to be left as warnings by Providence, like the black- ened pine-trunks after a forest-burning. It is re- markable that when you find an aged drunkard, you commonly find that he did not begin very early, and also that he has murdered several child- ren by his example, and sent them before him into eternity. But my reflections must draw to a close. Look- ing at the town as a whole, I see some increase, and some improvement ; but, in the midst of this, too great a disposition to be still and do nothing. // will do for the present, is a ruinous motto. It has led DICK HARLOW to leave an old post-and-rail fence in front of his house and shop, until he has grown to be an old man. It has allowed an old ruinous well-curb to disgrace the garden of JONES, the wheelwright, ever since he was a boy. It has kept half a dozen little door-yards without a single improvement, when they might, every one of them, have been, this fine April morning, full of hyacinths, crocuses, violets, and moss-pinks. And, to speak of more public concerns, this same motto might be inscribed over the shabby town-house, 208 THE WORKING-MAN. shadeless streets, and filthy horse-pond, which con- tinue to be nuisances of the village of Ashford. After all, there are a score or two of honest, healthy, happy artisans, who are thriving in their business, and bringing up their households in vir- tuous habits. There are two good schools, and a new church ; a debating society, and a musical club ; a reading-room and a lyceum ; and at any moment at which the body of the people shall agree to abandon their sleepy motto, there will be a hundred more good things to recount. THE CONTENTED WORKING-MAN. 209 XXXIV. THE CONTENTED WORKING-MAN. " I love to hear of those, who, not contending Nor summon'd to contend for virtue's prize, Miss not the humbler good at which they aim ; Blest with a kindly faculty to blunt The edge of adverse circumstance, and turn Into their contraries the petty plagues And hinderances with which they stand beset." WORDSWORTH. IN our earliest story-books, and in the copies set for us by our writing-masters, we all learned the value of contentment. But in real life, it is remarkable how little this excellent means of hap- piness is cultivated. The other evening, as I sat under my willow with UNCLE BENJAMIN and Mr. APPLETREE, the question arose whether men were made unhappy more by their own fault, or the fault of others. The good schoolmaster gave it as his opinion, that in our country most men might be happy if they would. "I except," said he, "-eases of signal calamity ; but as Virgil says of the farmers, I say of most of my neighbours, ' O too happy men ! if ye only knew your own ad- vantages !' " Here I ventured to put in my oar, by saying, 18* 210 THE WORKING-MAN. what, perhaps, may not be new to the reader, that there are few men who do not wish for some- thing which they have not. " Yes," said uncle Benjamin, " according to the old saying, ' Enough means a little more.' Every man wants to reach a higher peak of the mountain before he sits down, when he might as well sit down where he is." " You remind me of Plutarch, uncle Benjamin," said the schoolmaster. " In his life of Pyrrhus, he relates that this monarch was once talking with Cineas, a favourite orator and counsellor, about the plan of his future conquests. First, he meant to conquer the Romans. Then he would extend his power over all Italy. Then he would pass to Sicily, to Lybia, to Carthage. ' But when we have conquered all,' asked Cineas, ' what are we to do then ?' ' Why, then, my friend,' said Pyr- rhus, laughing, ' we will take our ease, and drink and be merry.' ' But why,' said Cineas, can we not sit down and do that just as well now ?' The same may be applied to smaller men than Pyrrhus." " Ay, ay, you say truly," said the old man, shaking out the ashes, and preparing for a fresh pipe ; " you say truly. Few men are wise in time. They chase their game so hotly that when they have nm it down they can't enjoy it. There was our neighbour Gripe : Mr. Quill knew him well. He and I began life together. Gripe started in a small way, but by everlasting pains made himself a rich man. He had no children, THE CONTENTED WORKING-MAN. 211 and few expenses, yet he always pressed on as if the constable was at his heels. There was no repose there was no relaxation. Round and round he went, like a horse in a mill. I often urged him to stop. ' You have enough,' I would say, ' begin to enjoy it; why make yourself the prey of these vexing cares ?' But no he could not be content. At length his wife died ; he was left alone, rich but friendless. He gave up busi- ness, but it was too late. His fireside had no charms, and he fell into a melancholy which was soon followed by a mortal complaint. So he died without having ever known what it was to sit down and enjoy a moment of quiet. The whole of his property was scattered to the winds, by a pair of grand-nephews, his heirs-at-law." " Nature requires but a little," said Mr. Apple- tree. " We are the slaves of our artificial wants. I have accustomed myself to say, in looking at many a piece of luxury, ' I can do without it.' Even the ancient heathen had learned as much as this. Their philosophers endeavoured to per- suade men to seek happiness by narrowing their desires, rather than by increasing their gratifica- tions. ' He who wants least,' says one of them, ' is most like the gods, who want nothing.' " " Those old fellows were mighty wise, I dare say," said uncle Benjamin ; " but I warrant you they found it hard to practise as they preached. At the same time no one can deny the truth of what they affirmed. And I have often told my 212 THE WORKING-MAN. son Sammy, that nothing would be a greater curse to him than to have all his desires gratified ; ac- cording to the old story of the Three Wishes. On the other hand, if a man would but buckle his desires within the belt of his circumstances, he would be happy in an Irish cabin." " Do you think, uncle Benjamin, that men usually gain this sort of wisdom in proportion as they rise in the world ?" " No, no far from it. Pampering does not produce patience. He who grows rich is only feeding a fever. Indulgence begets peevishness. Those tailors and shoe- makers, along our street, who are just shutting up for the night, are happier than the wealthy sports- men and idlers over the river ; nay, they are hap- pier than they will be themselves, when, like so many American mechanics, they become wealthy, and live in their own great houses. I have often heard Thrale, the rich brewer, say that he did not feel at home in his own parlour, and that he looked back with regret to the days when he had but three rooms in his house." This led me to relate the story of my cousin Barnaby Cox. He was a book-binder, in a small way, and took a sweet little woman to wife, and lived in the . lower part of Second street. He seemed as happy a fellow as worldly things can make any one ; he earned his pleasures, and he enjoyed them. He needed no balls, taverns, gaming, or theatre to enliven his evenings. This was while he lived, as you may say, from hand THE CONTENTED WORKING-MAN. 213 to mouth. By some turn in the wheel, he be- came prosperous ; he formed new connexions, and got into new lines of business ; in short, he became a wealthy man. But riches did not make him a better man. He lives in splendour in Chestnut street ; but he has gone down in health and cheerfulness. He is restless, and listless, and seems never to know what to do next. His great house is seldom visited except by a few relations, and if the truth could be told, he sighs for the evenings he used to enjoy when work was done. " The case is not rare," said Mr. Appletree ; " but I have one to relate, which, I think, you will allow, is really so. It may be taken as a fair offset to Mr. Quill's. In the neighbourhood where I was bred, there is a man whom I shall call ARATOR. He was the son of a wealthy and somewhat proud family, and fell heir to a large and well-kept estate. There was not a nobler farm or mansion in the whole country-side. Be- ing a man of studious habits, and indolent and melancholy, he allowed his affairs to run on rather negligently, and partly from this cause, and partly from the treachery of his principal legal agent, he became what the world calls a ruined man. " Ruined, however, he was not. After the first shock of misfortune, he seemed to be awakened to new energies. His indolence and his gloom took leave of him. He set about the retrieving of his fortune, with an energy which astonished those who knew him best. True, he is likely to be 214 THE WORKING-MAN. a poor man as long as he lives, but he is in a faiy way to pay his debts, and he is cheerful and con- tented. Not long since I called upon him at his humble dwelling, in the midst of a little piece of land which he tills. He was in his working dress, and moist with the labours of the hay-field; but he received me with a radiant smile, and ush- ering me into his sitting-room, cried out, ' Here, Lucy, is our old friend Appletree ; he has not for- gotten the champagne and venison of Strawberry hill, nor have we : we cannot treat him to any ; but we can teach him, when our children come in, that there is some truth still in the old stories about cottages and contentment.' And the blended blush and tear of his wife, with the whoop and halloo of the boys that just then bounded into the room, told me that, by coming down in the world, they had risen in the scale of true enjoyment." WHO IS THE WORKING-MAN? 215 XXXV. WHO IS THE WORKING-MAN? " Cade. Dost thou use to write thy name 1 or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing man 1 Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up that I can write my name. All. He hath confessed ; away with him : he's a villain, and a traitor. Cade. Away with him, I say ; hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck." Second Part of King Henry VI. IN using the title working-man, I have merely availed myself of a phrase which is commonly understood. As usually employed, it designates the artisan, the mechanic, the operative, or the labourer ; all, in a word, who work with their hands. But I trust no reader of these pages will so far misunderstand me, as to suppose that I mean to deny that there are multitudes of other classes, who work, and work hard, and whose honest in- dustry is as useful to society as that of the smith or the carpenter. There are many varieties of industry, and the common distinction is a just one between head- work and hand-work. But then the two are so intermingled that it is almost impossible to draw 216 THE WORKING-MAN. the line between them. The mathematical instm ment maker is as industrious and indispensable a character as the puddler in an iron foundry ; but the work of the former is chiefly head-work : and then what a difference between the bodily labour of the two ! Yet no reasonable person could ex- clude the instrument maker from the number of working-men. The nice operations, however, of this workman, as also those of the watchmaker, jeweller, lapidary, and engraver, do not, in a strict sense, deserve the name of labour any more than that of the man who writes his six hours daily in a clerk's office. Yet how many are there who would deny the honours of industry to the jaded clerk, even though his toils are a thousand- fold more wasting and disheartening than those of the mason or wheelwright ! In every great establishment both kinds of ser- vice are required, and neither party should look upon the other with jealousy or disdain. There must, for instance, in a great printing establish- ment, be men to work the presses, and boys to see to the rollers ; and there must be the setting up of the type ; but, again, there must be correct- ing of the proofs, which is purely head-work. There must be keeping of accounts, which is of the same nature, and equally indispensable. And, if I may be allowed to say a word in behalf of my own calling, there is the poor author, but for whom the press would stand still; and whose labour is not the least exhausting of the whole. WHO IS THE WORKING-MAN? 217 Yet he is the very one who, according to some of the popular doctrines of the day, should be denied the name and credit of a working-man ! In every extensive manufactory, the carter, dray- man, or porter, is not more necessary than the clerk or book-keeper. The conductor of a rail- road train, though he does little or nothing with his hands, is as needful as the brake-man or en- gineer. The skilful director of a cotton-mill, who contrives and manages, is just as necessary as the operatives. No great building can be erected without previous drawings ; the man who plans and executes these, has no more labour than he who keeps the books ; and both these are no less working-men than the stone-sawyer in the marble- yard, or the hod-carrier upon the scaffold. The pilot does no hard labour on board ship, yet he is as important a working-man as the hardiest tar. So, likewise, in the manufacture of complicated machines, such as steam-engines, not a blow can be effectually struck until the chief engineer has gone about his head-work, and made his calcula- tions : and the sturdy fellow who toils at the anvil, or the grindstone, should not forget that his em- ployer is tasked as severely and as needfully as himself. There is really such a thing as head- work, and it is hard work. This is proved by the appearance of those who are devoted to it. Clerks, book-keepers, accountants, and all writers, are liable to suffer exceedingly in point of health, from their confined atmosphere and fixed position. 19 218 THE WORKING-MAN. They are often as much distressed by rest as la- bouring men by motion ; the maintenance of one posture injures them in various ways. Their digestive organs soon give way, they grow lean and sallow, and low-spirited, and are ready to envy every wood-sawyer they meet. Surely it is unjust to sneer at such men, as drones in the hive. The concerns of life cannot be carried on with- out a mixture of both head-work and hand-work. Strike out either sort from any extensive establish- ment, and the work must come to an end. A hasty observer, on going into a ship-yard, and seeing the bustle, and hearing the hum of business, would be ready to think that every thing was done by main force, by the saw, hammer, and adze. But on looking a little deeper, he would find that quite as important a part of the work is done out of sight, in the noiseless office, or model-loft. He would see one man writing letters, or copying them in a book, another posting into a leger, a third drawing plans, a fourth making tedious com- putations, and a fifth overseeing the whole, and acting as head to a hundred pair of hands. How soon would our famous steam-engines, which have attracted admiration even in England, cease to be produced, if it were not for the contriving heads of our Stevenses, Baldwins, Norrises, and Mer- ricks ! Can any man deny that James Watt or Sir Richard Arkwright were working as really and as hard for the common good, when they WHO IS THE WORKING-MAN? 219 were studying out their great inventions, as if they had been filing brass, or casting iron, or turning a lathe ? And was not Sir Humphry Davy, in his laboratory, when contriving his safety-lamp, as truly working in a useful vocation as the humblest miner with his pick-axe and shovel? But the principle admits of much wider application, to those, namely, who have no immediate connexion with manual labour. I maintain, that every man who honestly supports himself by industrious ap- plication to useful business is a working-man. The mere amount of motion or bodily labour does not make so great a difference. If it did, we might find it hard to show that there is not a wider step between the coal-heaver and the tailor, than between the tailor and the accountant. Roger Sherman was first a shoemaker, and then a Con- gressman : but he worked harder and did more good in the latter than in the former capacity. John Newton was first a sailor and then a preacher ; but no one who knows his history will deny that he was vastly more useful to society in his second calling. The salesman and travelling agent are working-men, no less than the manu- facturer. The affairs of commerce require clerks, bankers, merchants, calculators, editors of jour- nals. Not less necessary are physicians, teachers, lawyers, clergymen, and judges. No man can be said to lead an easy life who faithfully dis- charges the duties of any one of these professions ; and this would be soon found to be true, by any 220 THE WORKING-MAN. doubter who should undertake to assume their place for a single week. If knowledge is power, then those who make great 'acquirements in science are contributing in the highest degree to the productions of human art. Many a man can do ten times as much in this way as in any other. The late lamented Judge Buel, of Albany, whose death has been announced since this work was going through the press, may be named as an in- stance in point. Though he well knew what it was to labour with his own hands as a practical farmer, yet no one who has looked at the pages of the " Cultivator," will doubt for an instant that by conducting this work he did more for the agri- culture, and consequently for the wealth of his country, than any hundred farmers, as good as he, could have accomplished by following the plough. Let us hear no more of this cant about working men and idle men : all industrious citizens are working-men. There are drones, indeed, but they exist as largely in the ranks of nominal la- bour as elsewhere. Nearly allied to this subject, is another to which the most serious and impartial attention is requested. I mean the opposition which some have attempted to set on foot, between the poor and the rich. It is natural for the opposition to exist in some degree ; but they are traitors to society who make it their business to foster it. It is natural for the hard working-man, sorely pressed to support his family, to look with envy upon the WHO IS THE WORKING-MAN? 221 glittering equipage or marble house of his wealthy neighbour. But to seek the regulation of this matter by tumult and spoliation would be the ex- treme of madness. There never has been, and there never will be a country without this same division into rich and poor. Attempts have, in- deed, been made for a season, to have every thing in common ; somewhat after the visions of Robert Owen ; but they have always failed. This was tried two hundred years ago among the romantic settlers of Virginia ; but the bubble soon burst, for none were gainers but the drones, and it was soon proclaimed as a law, that " he who will not work shall not eat." The sure and direct way to competency and even wealth, is the quiet pursuit of a good trade or calling. In no country is this more true than in our own, where there are no legal barriers against the rising of the honest poor ; where there are no titles of nobility, no law of primo- geniture, no entail of estates. A few glaring ex- ceptions there may be, but, generally speaking, the wealth of this country has been acquired by indefatigable industry : our rich men have been working-men. Or, suppose it to have been their fathers who were the working-men ; is my reader the man who would cut off his own sons from all the advantages of what he has earned ? It is idle, it is ruinous, in such a country as ours, to set the poor against the rich. For who are the poor? If you mean the drunken, the profligate, the idle . 19* 222 THE WORKING-MAtt. our gamblers, sharpers, and sturdy beggars ; cer- tainly it is not for their behoof that you would make a division of property. Who are the poor? If you mean the hard-working tradesman or ope rative he does not need your help, and if he is wise he will not ask it ; because he is rapidly passing out of the ranks of the poor into those of the rich. Nor would it be possible to draw a line separating the one class, from the other, without placing on each hand those who were rising or falling from either side. Whose interest, then, is it to excite prejudices between rich and poor? Not that of the industrious ; not that of the poor man who has sons, who may rise to the utmost elevation known among us ; not that of the quiet man who desires security of property for himself and his neighbour ; but only of the grasping and designing rogue, who, like a thief at a fire, wishes to profit by the general confusion. All these suspicions and heart-burnings between one class and another are evil and disastrous. There can no more be an absolute level in society than in the ocean ; and there is no great class of men which is not necessary to the good of all the rest. The reader of history will remember the famous story of Menenius Agrippa, a Roman consul and general, as related by Livy. The populace were up in arms against the nobles, and had intrenched themselves on one of the hills of the city. Agrippa appeased them by the follow- ing fable : " Once on a time, when each member WHO IS THE WORKING-MAN? 223 of the human body could speak for itself, the members became dissatisfied with the belly ; which, said they, does nothing but lie in state, and enjoy the fruit of our labours. They resolved, therefore, upon a strike, and determined to stop the supplies of this luxurious organ. The hands stopped work, and would bring no food to keep him from starving ; the mouth would receive no provision ; the feet came to a perfect stand-still ; in a word, all business was stagnant. There was great perseverance in this combination, until at length a universal emaciation took place, and it was seen that there was no such thing as living without the kind offices of this indolent and aris- tocratic consumer of victual." 224 THE WORKING-MAN. XXXVI. HOME PLEASURES. " I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening know." COWPEH. THE family relation implies community of in- terest ; as there is a common stock, so there are common sorrows and common joys. Put a dozen people together in a house, and let each lead the life of a hermit : this would be no family, even though they might be blood relations. There is more of domestic life even in the steerage of a packet-ship, where like seeks its like, and little congenial groups are formed before the voyage is over. The true glory of home is in the middle region of civilization : it is absent alike from the highest and the lowest. What can be more cheer- less than the sullen selfishness of the Indian wig- wam ; where the relentless savage wraps himself up in indolent dignity, while the squaw and the children are spurned, as unworthy of a look un- less it be the elegant and fashionable household of the prince or noble, where each is independent HOME PLEASURES. 225 of the other, and has his separate equipage and peculiar friends. Compare with this the cottage of the poor labourer, who returns at twilight to be welcomed by every human being, and every domestic animal ; who tells over, or hears, all the occurrences of the day, and who feels that there is no interest which he does not share with every one around him. There is more value than all believe, in the simple maxim, Let family enjoyments be com- mon to all. If there are few who deny this, there are still fewer who act upon it in its full extent. Something of it, as I have said, there must be, to make a family at all. We occupy the same house, sit around the same fire, and eat at the same table. It would seem churlish, and almost inhuman, to do otherwise. But I am for carrying the matter much farther, and for knitting more closely to- gether those who cluster around the same hearth ; believing that every influence is evil which severs father from child, and brother from brother. The morsel that is eaten alone becomes sooner or later a bitter morsel. Members of the same household should feel that they are dependent on one another, and should be as free to ask, as ready to give, assistance. Each should rise in the morning with the impres- sion, that no duty of the day is more urgent than to make every individual happy, with whom he is brought into contact. And this contact should be sought, not shunned. It is a bad sign, when 226 THE WORKING-MAN. members of the same household are shy of one another. I do not, of course, allude here to those horrid instances of unnatural, brutal temper, where persons of the same blood, daily gathered around the same board, refuse to speak to one another : malice and envy must rankle deeply where this can be the case. I refer to a more common fault, which sometimes exists where there is a degree of real affection, but where the members of a family have separate pursuits and separate pleasures. The hasty morning meal is swallowed with little intercourse. When it is done, each hurries to his or her peculiar line of employment. The mother is busy in the kitchen, the father in the shop, the sons go their several ways. This might do well enough, if it were confined to business, but it becomes the habit of the hours of leisure. The father has his evenings abroad ; the sons are seldom within doors till a late hour, and too often, she who most needs the cheering influences of the family circle, the mother, is left to patch or darn by a dim candle, with the cradle moving at her feet, during those hours in which her daughters are laughing or singing among their young company. All this is highly undesirable. The evenings of the indus- trious family may be, and ought to be, delightful seasons of joint satisfactions. If we must have evening parties of friends, let there be a proper mingling of sexes and ages. The presence of the old may to a degree moderate the mirth of the HOME PLEASURES. 227 young, but in the same proportion the aged will be enlivened. This parcelling and assorting of society, like labelled packages in a shop, is be- coming too common, and in my judgment inju- rious. The young folks must be all together; and the children must be all together ; and if mat- ters go on thus, we may live to see parties of graybeards and parties of sucklings. No ! wher- ever it is possible, let the family chain be kept bright and whole. In the houses of the indus- trious, it is surely broken often enough by separa- tion at work during the day. Instead of thus living apart, which engenders selfishness and moroseness, I love to see the mem- bers of families flowing together, like congenial drops. There are some houses in which no one makes a confidant of another : if one would learn the secret of his brother, he must go abroad for it. This is unnatural, and wholly evil ; incompatible with the frankness of simple love. Show me the father often walking with his sons, and these sons often with one another, not in business merely, but in sports ; and I shall think I see a virtuous and happy household. There is one particular in which the principle I have laid down may have a very important ap- plication. I mean the case of mental improve- ment. The rule should here be, so far as pos- sible, let the pursuit of knowledge in every family be a joint pursuit. For many reasons this is de- sirable in every house, but it is almost indispen- 228 THE WORKING-MAN. sable in the house of the working-man. It wakes up the spirit of improvement ; it saves time and expense, and it gives tenfold zest to the refresh- ments of leisure. To take one of the simplest instances, I would, in two words, say to every working-man, Read aloud. If the book is bor- rowed, this is often the only way in which every one can get his share. If the family is very busy, and the female members of all industrious fami- lies are as much so in the evening as in the day the reading of one will be as good as the reading of all, and while one reads, a dozen may knit or sew. There are many persons who enjoy much more and retain much better what is read to them than what they read themselves : to the reader himself, there is a great difference in favour of reading aloud, as it regards the impression on his own mind. The members of the circle may take turns, and thus each will have a chance of learn- ing, what so few really attain, the art of correct and agreeable reading. Occasion is thus offered for questions, remarks, and general discourse ; and it is almost impossible for conversation to flag, where this practice is pursued. With this method, the younger members of a family may be saved in a good degree from the perusal of frivo- lous and hurtful books ; and, if a little foresight be used, a regular course of solid or elegant in- struction might thus be constantly going forward, even in the humblest family. But the moral and social effects of such a prac- HOME PLEASURES. 229 tice are not less to be regarded. Evenings thus spent will never be forgotten. Their influence will be daily felt in making every member of the circle more necessary to all the rest. There will be an attractive charm in these little fireside asso- ciations which will hold the sons and daughters back from much of the wandering which is com- mon. It will be a cheap, wholesome, safe eajoy- ment, and it will be all this, at home. The gains of an affectionate family ought to be shared and equalized ; the remark is true of all degrees and kinds of learning. Study has a ten- dency to drive men to solitude, and solitude begets selfishness, whim, and moroseness. There are some households in which only one person is learned ; this one, however amiable, has, perhaps, never thought of sharing his acquisitions with a brother or a sister. How seldom do men com- municate what they have learned to their female relations : or, as a man once said in my hearing, " Who tells news to his wife ?" And yet how easy would it be, by dropping a word here, and a word there, for even a philosopher to convey the chief results of his inquiries to those whom he meets at every meal. I have been sometimes sur- prised to see fathers, who had made great attain- ments, and who, therefore, knew the value of knowledge, abstaining from all intercourse with their sons, upon the points which were nearest their own hearts. In families where the reverse of this is true, that is, where the pursuits of the 20 230 THE WORKING-MAN. house have been a joint business, it is common to see a succession of persons eminent in the same line. Thus, among linguists, the Buxtorfs ; among painters the Vernets and the Peales ; among musicians, the Garcias ; in literature, the Edge- worths, the Taylors, and the Wirts. There are some pleasures which, in their very- nature, are social ; these may be used to give a charm to the working-man's home. This is more true of nothing than of music. Harmony implies a concurrence of parts, and I have seen families so trained, that every individual had his allotted part or instrument. Let the thing, however, be conducted by some rule. If proper pains be taken with children, while they are yet young, they may all be taught to sing. Where circumstances favour it, instrumental music may be added. It is somewhat unfortunate that American women practise almost entirely upon the more expensive instruments ; and it is not every man who can or ought to give two hundred and fifty dollars for a piano-forte. In countries where the guitar is a common accompaniment, it is within the reach of the poorest. There may be lovely music, however without any instrument. The most ex- quisite music in the world, I mean that of the pope's Sistine Chapel, is known to be such. There is great room for selection, however, both as to music and words. It is the height of folly to buy every new thing which comes from the music-sellers. So far as words are concerned, a HOME PLEASURES. 231 full half of what they publish is nonsense, or worse ; and I have blushed to see a young lady turning over what she very properly called her " loose music." Those persons, therefore, de- serve our thanks, who from time to time are pub- lishing in a cheap form such secular music as is proper for families. I here refer chiefly to such works as Kingsley's Social Choir, Mason's Odeon, and the Boston Glee Book. But, after all, and without any reference to re- ligion, the best music is sacred music. It is on this that the greatest masters have laid out their strength ; it is this which most suits the chorus of many voices. Secular pieces, as commonly published, are intended to be sung by few, or by a single voice ; but sacred compositions admit of the strength of a whole company. And it is truly delightful to drop into one of those families where the evenings are sometimes spent in this way. There is the eldest daughter at the piano-forte, accompanied by the eldest son upon the violin. Another son and two daughters lead off vocally, with the principal melody, while a neighbouring youth plays the tenor, and sings the same part. The old gentleman in spectacles labours at his violoncello, and two or three flutes come in mo- destly to complete the orchestra ; while nieces, nephews, cousins, friends, and, perhaps, suitors, fill up the sounding chorus with right good will. This is, indeed, something more than a mere family meeting, but it is what grows out of it; 232 THE WORKING-MAN. and when the evening ends, and some little re- freshments have gone around, the transition is not abrupt from this to the social worship, when all voices join once more in a happy evening hymn. EVENINGS AT HOME. 233 XXXVII. THE WORKING-MAN'S EVENINGS AT HOME " 0, evenings worthy of the gods ! exclaimed The Sabine bard. O evenings, I reply, More to be prized and coveted than yours, As more illumined, and with nobler truths, That I, and mine, and those we love, enjoy." COWPEB. THERE are no portions of the working-man's life in which a more constant series of innocent satisfactions is offered to him, than his evenings. This is true of those at least whose trades do not encroach upon the night. When labour is over, there is an opening for domestic pleasures which no wise man will ever neglect. My neighbour BOSWELL has a high sense of these enjoyments, and makes the most of them. Except when some public meeting calls him abroad, you are as sure to find him at home in the evening, as at work in the day. Sometimes, in- deed, he accompanies his wife or eldest daughter in a visit, but he never appears at clubs or taverns. " I work hard," he is accustomed to say, " for my little comforts, and I like to enjoy them unbroken." The picture would not be unworthy of the 20* 234 THE WORKING-MAN. pencil of a Wilkie : I have it clearly in my mind's eye. The snug and well-closed room is all gay with the blaze of a high wood-fire ; which casts upon the smiling circle a ruddy glow. There is Bos well, in his arm-chair, one hand between the * leaves of a book which he has just closed, the other among the auburn locks of a little prattling girl. He gazes into the coals with that air of happy revery, which is so sure a token of a mind at rest. The wife, nearer to the light, is plying the ceaseless needle, and distributing kind words, and kinder glances among the little group. Mary, the eldest daughter, is leaning over a sheet of paper, upon which she has just executed a draw- ing. George, the eldest son, is most laboriously engaged in the construction of a powder-horn. Two little ones are playing the royal game of Goose ; while one, the least of all, is asleep be- fore the fire, by the dog and the cat, who never fail to occupy the same spot every evening. Such humble scenes, I am happy to beliete, are still presented to view, in thousands of families among the working classes. Need it be added, that they are immeasurably above the sickly heats of those who make pleasure the great object of their pursuit in life ? It is among such influences that religion spreads its balm, and that knowledge sheds its fruits. Rest after toil is always agree- able ; but it is doubly so when enjoyed in such circumstances, in the bosom of a loving family, healthful, instructed, and harmonious. Such uni- EVENINGS AT HOME. 235 formity is never tedious, nor such quiet ever dull. Every such evening may be remembered in after life with pleasing regrets. My friend tells me, that it is a refreshment to his mind, during the greatest labours or chagrin of the day, to look forward to his tranquil even- ing. When work is done, he hastens to wash away the traces of his ruder business, and to make himself as smart as is consistent with frugal plainness. "He who hammers all day," he says, " has a right to be clean at night." This is the rule of his house; and when his sons grow large enough to be out at trades, they will, no doubt, come in every evening as trim and as tidy as they went out. It is no interruption of such a group for a neighbour to drop in. The circle opens, a seat is drawn up, the sleepers are merrily pushed aside from the rug, the conversation grows lively, news circulates, and joy sparkles in every face. The salves of cakes, or the fruit-basket, or some health- ful beverage prepared by "neat-handed" Mary, adds to the substantial of the entertainment. The newspaper, or some pleasant book is read aloud ; and when the hour for separation comes, they part with a vastly better state of feeling than that of the greasy creature who has nodded in his moping corner, or the peevish tavern-haunter who comes home late to scold his solitary wife. It might be interesting to inquire what would be the effect upon the state of society in any village 236 THE WORKING-MAN. or town, if every working-man in it could be in- duced to spend his evenings at home, and in this manner. A reform in this single particular would work wonders. Every one who is admitted to such a scene, feels at once that there is a charm in it. Why, then, are there so many families, where nothing of this kind is known ? To give all the reasons might be tedious ; but I must men- tion one or two. First, there must be punctuality, neatness, and thrift in the affairs of housekeeping, to make such a state of things practicable. No man loves to take his seat between two washing- tubs, or beside a fire where lard is simmering, or to stretch his legs over a hearth where almost every spot is occupied by some domestic utensil. Then, there must be a feeling of mutual respect and love, to afford inducement to come together in this way. Further, it is difficult to maintain these happy evening groups without some little sprinkling of knowledge. The house where there are no books is a dull house ; the talk is amazingly dull talk. Reading makes pleasant conversation. George always has some good thing to read to Mary ; or Mary some useful fact to repeat to George. A little learning in the family is like a little salt in the barrel, it keeps all sound and savoury. And, finally, I feel it incumbent on me to repeat what has been said more than once al- ready, that he who overtasks his days, has no evenings. In our country, thank God, labour need not be immoderate to keep one alive. There EVENINGS AT HOME. 237 is such a thing as working too much, and thus be- coming a mere beast of burden. I could name some men, and more women, who seem to me to be guilty of this error. Consequently, when work is past they are fit for nothing but solid sleep. Such are the men and the women who have no domestic pleasures ; no reading, ro im provement, no delightful evenings *t honw. S38 THE WORKING-MAN, XXXVIII. THE WORKING-MAN IN THE COUNTRY. " As one who long in populous city pent Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight, The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound " MH.TOST. EVERY man, until his taste is completely vitiated, and habit, a second nature, has inverted his na- tive propensities, will experience a satisfaction upon going into the country ; and there is a par- ticular zest in the little excursions of the town- bred artisan, who leaves the brick, and mortar, and confined air within, to enjoy the gaiety and freshness of rural environs. These visits have pleasant associations. We connect them with fine weather, clean clothes, holidays, and good company ; and it is not unlikely that much of the beauty of the country is merely an emanation from our own cheerfulness. Yet after every de- duction on this score, we shall all say with the poet, " God made the country, but man made the town '." IN THE COUNTRY. 239 It is not wonderful, therefore, that many of our working-men, as soon as they are able, take their families into the country, either for the summer, or as a permanent residence. A large proportion of the snug little farms around our great towns, are tilled by mechanics, some of whom have re- tired from trade, while others still continue in bu- siness, and use these as their places of retreat. This tendency to the country seems to be on the increase, and I am persuaded it augurs well for the future respectability of the whole class. There are few mechanics in our land who may not look forward to the possession and occupancy of a few acres ; and the expectation is a very cheering one to those who have to ply their se- dentary tasks, year after year, in the same unven- tilated shops or lofts. There is a feeling of inde- pendence in surveying one's own grounds, how- ever small in extent ; there is a perpetual gratifi- cation of natural taste in the sights, sounds, and odours of the country ; but there are more sub- stantial benefits. No device for the prevention of disease or the restoration of health, is comparable to that of moderate agricultural labour. The fresh air, the exhalation of newly opened furrows, the morning ride, the succession of vegetables and fruits, the continual variety of employments, the intervals of absolute rest, and the placid ease of mind, concur to keep the animal powers in their most healthful play. I scarcely know which sea- son most to covet : spring is balmy and full of 240 THE WORKING-MAN, promise ; summer affords gorgeous flowers and sunny harvest ; autumn comes laden with fruits ; and even winter brings days of healthful labour and evenings of cheerfulness and improvement by the ample fire-place. There is no situation in which children may be brought up in greater security from the tempta- tions of a wicked world. They must, indeed, become somewhat restive ; they may, perhaps, be bashful, and will fail of having that precocious as- surance, and almost pertness, which one observes in too many city lads. But from how many moral defilements are they protected ! Having had some trial of both situations in my earlier days, I do not hesitate a moment to say, that the temptations of boyhood are far less in a farm than in any other condition in life. Then we should take into the reckoning the strength, and agility, and manliness which are fostered in a country life. The youthful limbs are developed, and the constitution made robust by labour, sport, and ex- posure. Sometimes the little farmer strains the young horse across the meadow, or with his faith- ful dogs traverses the wood, and climbs high to dislodge the squirrel or the raccoon from the slen- der hickory. Or he dashes into the rapid stream, or rows his boat, or drives his herd into distant pastures, regardless of rains and snows, which would put in jeopardy the lives of more effemi- nate boys Certainly the solids of physical edu- cation are best secured in the country. IN THE COUNTRY. 241 My old neighbour, HENRY HOPE, is an instance of the good effect of a timely retreat into the country. After working many years at the hat- ter's trade, he began to show signs of primitive decay. He had contracted a stoop in the shoul- ders, and his complexion was of a dirty yellow. Without entirely giving up his business, he in- vested some of his savings in a little property four miles out of town. Every year found him more and more of a farmer, until last spring he sold out his whole mechanical establishment, and betook himself to the green fields. I lately visited him, and was entertained with the complacency of his air, as he took me over his grounds. " There," said he, " are my stacks of wheat ; not more, perhaps, than six hundred bushels ; but then my own, in every sense. There, on the right, you see I am putting up a new barn, and cover for my cattle. That spring-house of white stone is as cool as winter ; the clear water trickles over the brick floor at all seasons. Near by, you may see my meadow, with the brook running through the midst of it. The double row of willows is to protect a causeway I have been making through that newly-drained swamp. But, come, I must not let you go till I have showed you my orchard, and explained my plans of grafting." So he ran on, descanting now on his stock, now on his poul- try, exhibiting improved ploughs, and young hedges, until t was almost persuaded to turn farmer myself. 21 242 THE WORKING-MAN. It is more than eighteen centuries since a Latin poet described, with enthusiasm, the lot of the husbandman : " O happy, if he knew his happy state, The swain who, free from business and debate, Receives the easy food from nature's hand, And just returns of cultivated land. Unvex'd with quarrels, undisturb'd with noise, The country king his peaceful realm enjoys Cool grots, and living lakes, the flowing pride Of meads, and streams that through the valley glide, And shady groves that easy sleep invite, And, after toilsome days, a soft repose at night"* A country where agriculture is the great pur- suit, is always a country advancing in civilization. Our own land still spreads out before the enter- prising young man so many millions of untilled acres, that it would seem to be a plain indication of Providence, that for some time to come we should be an agricultural people. There can be no serious comparison between the health, phy- sical and moral, of men in a thriving, rural dis- trict, and any equal number pent up in manufac- turing towns. In order to succeed in husbandry, great farms are by no means necessary. It has grown into a proverb, that men grow poor on large farms, and rich on small ones. But if a man wishes to do these things upon the widest scale, the West is all open before him, and he may sit down among thousands of acres. Virgil. SATURDAY EVENING. 243 XXXIX. THE WORKING-MAN'S SATURDAY EVENING. " Come, evening, once again, season of peace ; Return, sweet evening, and continue long. Methinks I see thee in the streaky west, With matron step slow moving, while the night Treads on thy sweeping train ! one hand employ'd In letting fall the curtain of repose On bird and beast, the other charged for man With sweet oblivion of the cares of day." CoWPEH. No one familiar with the aspect of towns in- habited by artisans, needs to be informed that the close of the week is marked by very striking pe- culiarities. As the ponderous engine of human labour slackens its revolutions, and at length stands still, and gentle rest begins to spread her wing over the haunts of toil, there is at once an addi- tion made to the happiness of man, which no en- thusiasm can well overvalue. In a few moments we may apply to the great capital or manufactur- ing town, the expressive verse from Wordsworth's famous sonnet on London Bridge. "And all that mighty heart is lying still !" 244 THE WORKING-MAN. The forge and the smithy are ceasing to smoke. The mighty arms and shafts moved by steam, are dropping into repose. The quick re- port of millions of manual utensils has terminated. Jaded animals, bowing their necks, are set free from the yoke ; while innumerable sons and daughters of toil, released from the necessity of further work, are ready for rest or pleasure, for improvement or vice. The thought is pleasing. As I survey the crowded city, and allow my ima- gination to picture the details of the scene, I be- hold a thousand delightful images of domestic comfort. Now, according to an extensively prevalent usage, the well-earned reward of labour is re- ceived. Now the anxieties of the tedious week are suspended. Families, separated during the preceding days, come together, better prepared than at other tims to aid one another, and to enjoy one another's company. One unbroken day between two nights of unaccustomed repose, is a golden prize in expectation. The meeting of parents, brothers, sisters, children, sometimes of husband and wife, who have been kept apart by the stress of labour, is not without some points which deserve the poetic touch of a Crabbe or an Elliot. It is, with the virtuous, a season of hal- lowed affections. Happy is that working-man who, when, at the week's end, he throws off, in the bath, the soils SATURDAY EVENING. 245 of labour, can with equal ease lay aside the wrong emotions or evil habits of the same period, and with a clear conscience prepare for the day of rest ! Happy is the youth who, when he comes home to greet his aged parents, and the sister of whom he is proud, feels that no tarnish has come over his heart ! Happy the blooming girl, how- ever lowly her calling, who enters the humble dwelling with the elastic tread of conscious inno- cence ! Blessed family, where the call to rest is but the signal for the renewal of every kindly af- fection ! I know that with some, even in early life, the end of the week is the beginning of a frolic. The time when wages are received is apt to be a sea- son of merriment if not of vice. In summer, multitudes, in every sort of hired vehicle, stream forth out of the various avenues of our cities and towns. In winter the streets resound till a late hour with the tread of idlers and debauchees. And in every season, Saturday night fills the taverns, oyster-houses, porter-cellars, and other resorts, with a double allowance of hale fellows. There is a triple consumption of tobacco and strong drink on these occasions. So that there is a dark side to the picture, as there is, indeed, to most pictures of human life. But even here, I find an illustration of some of my favourite posi- tions about the conservative influence of the do- mestic institution. The worst men, I will con- 21* 246 THE WORKING-MAN. tinue to affirm, are those who, either from choice or from necessity, have no home. Perhaps, out of a thousand families gathered after a week's work, there is not one gathered for vicious indul- gence. Where youth are vicious, they commonly hate the hearthstone. Saturday evening is a good criterion of the attachment which a young man bears to the virtuous attractions of home. As the guardian angel of the fireside, woman has here a great and hopeful work. I wish I could impress on the wife, the mother, and the sister, the value of their influence in this particular. Make home delightful, and you will work wonders. That wayward youth may, perhaps, be won by sisterly invitation. Spare nothing that is fairly within your power to make it worth his while to spend his Saturday evening with the family. So long as you have this hold upon him, you may almost bid defiance to the attempts of evil companions. Let it never be forgotten, that we owe all these good influences to religion. There would be no Saturday evening, if there were no Christian Sab- bath. In countries where man and beast work seven days in the week, there is nothing which resembles the pleasant scenes to which I have al- luded. In such countries there is little of what we mean by home. Who would undertake to ex- plain to a French labourer the Cotter's Saturday Night? And since I have been led to name that exqui- SATURDAY EVENING. 247 site production, I cannot leave it without com- mending it to the attention of every working-man who sets a value on family quiet and contentment. This single effusion would not be bought too dearly at the price of all the other productions of Robert Burns. Though written with special reference to an agricultural population, it presents a scene which might be realized in the household of any good man of whatever calling. The return of the cottager, after his labours, is described with the feeling of one who knew what it was to come home weary from the plough. The return of the sons, and of the daughter, is described in the very dialect of nature ; and the entrance of the lover is as arch as it is accurate. The chat, the joke, the supper, are all admirably told ; the crowning grace of the poem is the account of the family worship : " The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big Aa' Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet reverently is laid aside, His lyart haflets* wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And, Let us worship God ! he says, with solemn air." The psalm is sung, the chapter is read; the family, led by " the priest-like father," bows in * Temples covered with gray locks. 248 THE WORKING-MAN. prayer; they separate with affectionate salutations. Well says Burns, whom none will suspect of being a fanatic : " From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad : Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, ' An honest man's the noblest work of God :' And, certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind," THE UNSTABLE WORKING-MAN. 249 XL. THE UNSTABLE WORKING-MAN. " A man so various that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was every thing by turns, and nothing long. But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fidler, statesman, and buffoon." DRTDEX, THE character which Dryden gives of the witty and wicked Duke of Buckingham, may, with some little change, be applied to many of us who have no titles of nobility. There is no more common character among our young men, than that of Reuben : Unstable as water, thou shall not excel.* Nor do I know any class of persons in whom it is more unfortunate than in those who earn their living by industry ; because it is the very nature of their employment to re- quire patient continuance in one course. No trade can be either learned or practised without regu- larity and constancy. As I write with a principal reference to the young, I think it right to say here, that if the disease of instability is ever Gen. xlii. 4. 250 THE WORKING-MAN. cured, it must be in youth ; and the effort is one of the most important which could be suggested. HARRY VANE is a young man of my neighbour hood. He has good talents and good prospects, and has begun life with a pretty little sum of money from his father's estate. But though he is not yet twenty-three, he has already lived in three houses, and set up two trades. He has very decided opinions to-day, but no one can in- sure their lasting till to-morrow. When he hears arguments on one side, he leans one way ; when on the other side, he leans the other way. Hence, he is quite at the mercy of his companions ; and being somewhat sensible of this, he tries to make up for strength of belief, by energy of assevera- tion. Nevertheless, he betrays himself at every step ; for this is one of those things which can- not be hidden. Vane takes up his opinions on trade, politics, and religion, at second-hand. The task of reasoning, he resigns to BRIGGS, the post- master, and BRAG, the apothecary, who are his cronies. He never sits down to think any thing out, and, therefore, he is never long of one mind. For when opinions come lightly, they will go lightly. They are trees without roots, easily transplanted or blown down ; reeds shaken with the wind ; weathercocks turning with every breath. There is scarcely one of Vane's opinions which his neighbours could not alter. His mind takes hold of truth with a paralytic grasp. True, this is sometimes amiable ; but for the purpose of life, THE UNSTABLE WORKING-MAN. 251 it is even worse than obstinacy : just as granite, however hard, is more useful than friable sand- stone. So much for his opinions. It is just the same with his feelings. Never have I seen an April sky so changeable as his temper. His tears and his laughter, his frowns and his caresses, maybe, at any moment, exchanged for one another. He shows this in his attach- ments. He rushes into new associations, to rush as quickly out of them. I have observed him for a few months together, and" ever and anon I find him with new faces. I own it is the same as to his malignant feelings ; he cannot hold spite ; but still, with such fickleness, he never can be a man of strength, either for good or evil. It is the same with his habits. Vane never walks long enough in any one direction to wear a track. He breaks down in his journey, for want of patience. He is driven out of the road, for want of courage. I should as little expect to find him two successive days in the same state, as to see the moon rise for two nights at the same hour. I have more serious things to say. Vane is unstable in his principles. By a man of prin- ciple, I mean one who acts for reasons, which he can show and defend. What he does, he has be- fore resolved to do. He has made up his mind as to the right and wrong of actions before he is brought to trial. Such a man is not Harry Vane. He lacks the very thing which distinguishes the man of principle, namely, perseverance in a de- 252 THE WORKING-MAN. termined course. On one day he seems quite correct, the next almost dissolute. To-night he plays cards : to-morro\v, he will join the temper- ance society. And this because he has no govern- ing principle. It was good advice which a father once gave to his boy : " My son, learn to say NO." There is as much energy in this short word, as in any ex- pression in human language. But what object is more pitiable, than the poor, pliant young man, who cannot stand out against the gentlest wind of temptation, or resist the sneer or the entreaty of bad companions ! I have often thought, therefore, that there is as much greatness as safety, in com- plying with the caution : " My son, when sinners entice thee, consent thou not." Better far would it be for our youth, if they would barter away a good portion of pompous swagger and braggart imbecility, for the quiet dignity of that firmness which will not yield an inch to the importunity of vice. Let me return to my subject. I have spoken of the opinions, the feelings, and the habits of Harry Vane. Answerable to these is his universal conduct. He is in every circumstance of his life a poor fickle young man. In labour, in amuse- ment, in friendship, he is still the same. He forgets that what he is becoming now, he will be for life. He is quick, amiable, and generous, but he is un- stable, and this gives a sickly hue to his whole constitution. He begins a thousand things; he THE UNSTABLE WORKING-MAN. 253 begins them with zeal, with enthusiasm, with ex- pectation, perhaps with rapture but he ends none of them. Vane's life, so far as I can see, is likely to be a series of abandoned enterprises. He may talk big, and play the man ; but, like the bells on a fool's cap, his actions betray him at every motion. I wish every young reader of this page would for a moment lay aside the book, and ask himself how nearly he resembles Harry Vane. There is great room for self-deception here. The evil in question is often allied with some of the gentler traits of character. Arising from a certain soft- ness, it easily couples itself with pity, mildness, benevolence, and even generosity. But do not err ; unless you can end your day as you begin it ; unless you can begin the same thing a hun- dred times over ; unless you can bid defiance to weariness and sloth ; unless you can be for a thousand days what you are the first of them ; un- less you can bear and forbear, and resist beseech- ings, and example, and raillery, and neglect, you may, indeed, be an agreeable lady's companion ; you may be esteemed in the little circle of your friends ; you may be popular among those who bend your flexible will to their own purposes ; but you must forever forsake the expectation of being manly, influential, or truly great and useful. Let me dwell a minute or two on this. Fickleness is usually accompanied by other bad traits. Certain vices grow in clusters. If yoa 22 254 THE WORKING-MAN. are fickle, I shall expect to find you a superficial reasoner. The unsteady man is frequently though not always timid. A measure of irreso- lution is certainly implied. Resolved purpose cannot be expected in him who is perpetually changing. In the same bed of noxious weeds, springs up indolence in all its forms. As there is a want of self-reliance, there will be a disposition to lean upon others. As there is lack of prin- ciple, there will be many violations of duty. All great works are accomplished by constancy. Perseverance in labour wears away rocks, chan- nels our plains, tunnels our mountains ; and this perseverance is produced and insured by uniformity of judgment and of passion. The unstable have no unity of plan. A thousand threads are spun for a little distance, only to be snapped and ex- changed for others. Great men of every age whether scholars, statesmen, soldiers, or philan thropists, have been men of decision, of con stancy, of single purpose. Such men were New ton, Washington, Watt, and Fulton. Where fickleness predominates, there will al- ways be a general debility of character. Say that a youtli is changeable, and by that word you fix on him a stigma of weakness and meanness. It matters little what is his trade or employment. There are no employments which do not demand uniformity and constancy of effort. Moreover, it is a blemish which cannot be concealed : the world will know it ; and this is a matter on which THE UNSTABLE WORKING-AIAN. 255 the world judges aright. Whatever may be the reigning enterprise, the fickle man is thought unfit for it. Are important plans on foot ? he is sure to be left out. No one will embark on a vessel without rudder, without anchor, without ballast, without pilot, which can do nothing but go be- fore the wind. But such is the fickle man. He is unsafe in every emergency, because he may change his mind before the work is even begun ; and he is prone to be the slave of other men's opinions. And, by the rebound of public opinion, the unstable man sometimes gains a view of his own weaknesses, and is filled with self-contempt. For, as I have hinted above, he is not necessarily a fool ; nay, he may be clever and ingenious ; he may have candour and generosity, and every thing except the manly virtues. But, wanting these, and sensible of the great defect, and shocked by the contrast of nobler minds, he shrinks from the view, and often retires from attempting any thing worthy of notice. There is nothing in which the unstable man meets with more losses than in the affairs of morals and religion. There are many who have begun very well, have entered the Christian course with great alacrity, but have fallen out during the race. If it were as easy to complete as to begin, most of us would do well. Some will, perhaps, read these lines, who have lost all the religious emotions which once possessed their minds, and who are likely to be the victims of instability. 256 THE WORKING-MAN. As was said before, if this great error is ever amended, it must be in youth ; and to be amended it must be detected. Some will tell us it is all in natural temperament, or in the organs of the brain ; and it cannot be denied that there are great differ- ences in the constitutions of men : all are not moulded of the same clay. Yet here, as in a thousand similar instances, the pains of education, and especially of self-control, are not in vain. Even a bad constitution may be kept alive and strengthened, which, if let alone, would soon go to ruin. It is the ruinous mistake of many to suppose that mere talent can insure success without con- stancy and perseverance. One of the most inge- nious men I have ever known, is at the same time the most useless member of society. With abili- ties which might have made his fortune long ago, he is little above the condition of a pauper. At a very early age he was apprenticed to a cabinet- maker, with whom he served about half his time, and learned the simpler operations. During this time, however, he invented a machine for making sausages, for which he received a handsome sum from a neighbouring butcher. It is hard to say what trade he is of, for he plies almost every sort of handicraft. I lately consulted him about a crazy bathing-tub, but found that he had ceased to be a cooper, and was manufacturing shoemakers' lasts. He has made reeds for weavers, bird-cages, and wire-safes ; he has taken out several patents THE UNSTABLE WORKING-MAN. 257 for churns, and has even tinkered a little about clocks and watches. But, then, his patents do him no good, for he has not resolution to fulfil his orders, and his occupations are so various that no one knows where to find him. Yet I never met with any who did not grant that this same fellow was one of the greatest mechanical geniuses in our neighbourhood. But mere cleverness, without strength of character, can never make a man re- spectable, useful, or happy. 258 THE WORKING-MAN. XLI. THE WORKING-MAN'S GOOD WORKS. " Let humble Allen, with an awkward shame, Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame." POPE. IT is an unwilling tribute to moral principle, that even the most hardened of our race dislike to be called selfish. It needs little instruction and little philosophy to show a man that he does not live entirely for his own interest ; and the slightest experience is sufficient to prove that he who tries to do so offends against his own happi- ness. The person who cares for nobody but himself, is in every sense a wretch, and so glaring is this wretchedness in the case of the money- slave, that we have borrowed a word of this im- port from Latin, and call him a miser. From their earliest years, our children should be taught this simple but invaluable lesson, that benevolence is bliss. Do good and be happy. We are most like God, the happiest of all beings, when we are most beneficent. In pursuance of this, I would bring up my child to feel that his cake, or his penny, or his orange was to be shared ; that for this purpose it is given ; and that he fails THE WORKING-MAN'S GOOD WORKS. 259 of his pleasure if this end is not attained. I would make it one of his chief rewards to carry aid to the poor, and would give him an early chance of being my almoner. And when fit opportunities occurred, I would take him with me to see for himself the happiness effected by his own little gifts. For it is apt to slip from our thoughts that in moral as well as in intellectual principles and habits, the mind is made by education. Con- science and the affections are almost latent in the savage, or the London thief, or the young slave- trader ; and a child bred in the forest would be only above the ourang-outang, in morals as in reason. A difference not so great, yet by no means unimportant, is to be observed in the children of different families, in respect to kind- ness of feeling and beneficence of action. Let us aim to bring up our little ones to deeds of mercy. Do we, however, who are parents, teach them by example ? Have we any plans for doing good? Are we not quite content to let days roll by, in which we have not conferred a real benefit on any fellow-creature ? Is the impression deep in our own minds, that there is a luxury in doing good, and that it is its own reward ? Benevolence should be cherished by contemplating the charac- ters of such as have acquired the blessed reputa- tion of philanthropists : though there are thou- sands who never have the name, because they have modestly shunned the publicity. 260 THE WORKING-MAN. Travellers in Herefordshire are still shown the arm-chair of John Kyrle, the original of Pope's " Man of Ross." Of his history not much can be recovered, and this little is preserved entirely by the memorials of his good deeds ; for he lives in the recollection of the poor in that neighbour- hood. He does not seem to have been remark- able for any thing but his beneficence. As we learn, on good authority, that the celebrated lines of the poet are not exaggerated, we prefer his elegant description to any thing of our own : " But all our praises why should lords engross 1 Rise, honest Muse ! and sing the Man of Ross. Pleased Vaga echoes through her winding bounds, And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows 1 Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? 1 The MAN or Ross,' each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place, with poor o'erspread ; The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread ; He feeds yon alms-house, neat, but void of state, Where age and want sit smiling at the gate ; Him portion'd maids, apprenticed orphans bless'd, The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick? the Man of Ross relieves, y Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes and gives. la there a variance ? enter but his door, Balk'd are the courts, and contest is no more. O say, what sums that generous hand supply ? What mines, to swell that boundless charity ? Of debt and taxes, wife and children clear, That man possess'd five hundred pounds a year.' THE WORKING-MAN'S GOOD WORKS. 261 In his own particular sphere, and with due allowance made for circumstances, every man who has a little substance and a little leisure, may be a Man of Ross. " The most worthless," it has been said, " have at times, moments in which they wish to rise out of the slough of their pas- sions, and be beneficially employed ; and many of the best lose opportunities of effecting much, by neglecting the common materials within their reach and aspiring to what is beyond them." I have known weakly benevolent persons to sigh for occasions of usefulness, when widows and orphans were suffering the extremities of want within a few hundred yards of their dwellings. I have often. stood in amazement at the number of beneficent acts which my friend Joseph Pitson will accomplish, without taking away any thing considerable from his daily labours. He succeeds in this by husbanding his moments, watching for opportunities, and seizing upon them the instant they appear. But it is genuine benevolence which gives him this alacrity. Among a thousand objects presented to his attention, Joseph's eye singles out at a glance that to which he can be useful ; if the comparison is not out of place, just as the bird of prey pounces upon its quarry. When, not long since, I spent one or two days together with him in settling the affairs of a de- ceased friend's estate, I was often called to won- der at the multiplicity of his acts of kindness. On one day in particular, he was perpetually fly- 262 THE WORKING-MAN. ing from business to charity, and yet not appa- rently to the disadvantage of either. When breakfast was over, he had two plates and as many bowls of coffee despatched to the sick father of one of his apprentices. Shortly after, he stole ten minutes to run across the way, to arrange something towards a Temperance meeting in the evening, and to drop three tracts into as many country market-carts. A woman called him out to ask advice about a drunken son, who had been arrested in a riot. Then he had notices to sign as chairman of a committee respecting the improvement of schools. These did not alto- gether take up more of his time than the filling and smoking of three or four pipes would of my old friend Stith's. While I was at my dinner, Joseph had walked half a mile to see about the indentures of widow Jones's boy, and had his meal into the bargain. In the afternoon he made his wife accomplish almost as much more, and I sat down with him at tea in company with three or four religious friends from a distance, who were sharing his hospitality, and who were to be present at the meeting after dark. I wish what I am saying might induce the reader of these pages to lay down the book for a moment, and to ask himself these questions : Am I doing any good in the world ? What proportion of my gains do I allot to acts of charity ? Am I active in giving personally to the relief of those whom I hear to be in distress ? Do I take any WORKING-MAN'S GOOD WORKS. 263 pains to seek out such cases ? What poor, or otherwise suffering persons, are there in my im- mediate neighbourhood, to whom I have never extended any relief? A little self-catechising of this sort would not be thrown away, now and then, upon the best of us. The saying of the wise man is remarkable : " There is that scattereth, and yet increaseth ; and there is that withholdeth more than is meet, but it tendeth to poverty." Tithe, and be rich, is the Jewish proverb. " I am verily persuaded," says Gouge, a writer of the seventeenth century, " that there is scarcely any man who gives to the poor proportionably to what God has bestowed on him; but, if he observe the dealings of God's provi- dence toward him, will find the same doubled and redoubled upon him in temporal blessings. I dare challenge all the world to produce one in- stance (or at least any considerable number of in- stances) of a merciful man, whose charity has undone him. On the contrary, as the more the living wells are exhausted, the more freely they spring and flow, so the substance of charitable men frequently multiplies in the very distribution: even as the five loaves and few fishes multiplied, while being broken and distributed, and as the widow's oil increased by being poured nut " 264 THE WORKING-MAN. XLII. THE WORKING-MAN'S REST. " O, day most calm, most bright ! The fruit of this, the next world's bud ; Th' endorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay : The week were dark, but for thy light ; Thy torch doth show the way." HERBERT. THERE is no engine which can work forever. There must be intermissions to oil the joints and wheels, and supply the losses by wear and tear. Not even the human frame, the most wonderful and complete of all machines, can do its work without some remission. It is so constituted as to require the supplies of food and sleep, at least once every twenty-four hours. But something more than this is needed. After several days of toil, both the body and the mind ask for respite. It is too much to have all our powers and all our thoughts day after day and month after month bent intensely upon the same object. Either body or mind, or both together, must infallibly break down under such a strain. THE WORKING-MAN'S REST. 265 Our beneficent Creator has kindly provided for this necessity of nature, by the institution of the Sabbath, which is older than Christianity, and older than the Mosaic law ; having been ordained immediately after the creation. It is set apart as a day of rest, which the name imports ; a day of devotion, of instruction, and of mercy. If it is a mercy to the world at large, it is a seven-fold mercy to the working-man, who cannot possibly thrive without this, or some similar refreshment. The beast of burden sinks under perpetual loads, and the law of the human constitution is just as binding, which enjoins periodical and sufficient rest. Men may try to brave the authority of heaven ; but they do it to their own great loss, even in a worldly point of view. Take one week with another, and the man who works seven days ac- complishes no more than he who works six. Careful observers tell us, that they never knew any one to grow rich by Sunday labour. It is strange that any arguments should be needed in behalf of the Sabbath. Every thing that accompanies it is delightful. The hum, and whirl, and crash of business come to an end. Serene repose broods over the face of nature. Families separated during the week, now come together ; and parents greet their sons and daugh- ters. The very cleanliness which the Sabbath brings with it has a charm. Even the poorest who observe the day, are now in their best ap- 23 266 THE WORKING-MAN. parel ; and I am one of those who believe that to be neat and tidy has a decided moral influence. As the tradesman or the mechanic, who has been confined for some days, walks abroad, leading his little ones to the Sunday-school or the church, he feels a complacency which nothing else could produce. If his turn is serious, he will be led to contemplate the Creator in his works ; and, espe- cially in the fairer seasons of the year, to rejoice with rejoicing nature. But it is at church that we discern the greatest advantages of the Sabbath. There is a little com- munity met in their best suit, in their best humour, for the most important business of the week. If it is in the country, the scene is often enchanting. The old church stands on some eminence, sur- rounded by ancient trees, beneath which are scat- tered the grassy mounds that mark the resting- place of the dead. Friends are now exchanging kind looks and salutations, who meet at no other time during the week. There is scarcely a dull eye or a lack-lustre face among the groups which crown every knoll of the wide enclosure. So that, long before public worship begins, there is a benign, moral influence at work. How much more pure and genial is the social spirit thus awakened than that which is engendered at wakes, auctions, and town-meetings : and how little real community of feeling would there be in a neigh- bourhood where there was no such weekly gathering ! THE WORKING-MAN'S REST. 267 But enter the house of God, and catch the im- pression of the sacred scene. The vision of the poet is realized : " Fast the church-yard fills ; anon Look again, and they are gone ; The cluster round the porch, and the folk Who sat in the shade of the prior's oak ! And scarcely have they disappear'd Ere the prelusive hymn is heard : With one consent the people rejoice, Filling the church with a lofty voice, A moment ends the fervent din, And all is hush'd without and within."* Who can calculate the softening, elevating, hal- lowing influences of such a service once every week ! Fifty-two Sundays, every year, is this custom spreading its blessed fruits of peace and good order. Consider next the instructions of this sacred season. " Here," says a popular writer, " on a day devoted to no employment but the gaining of this knowledge, and the performance of those religious duties which unite with it in perfect harmony ; in a place convenient and sacred ; on an occasion infinitely important ; and with the strong power of sympathy to aid and impress ; a thousand persons are taught the best of all knowledge ; the most useful to themselves and the most beneficial to mankind ; for a less sum than must be expended by a twentieth part Wordsworth. 268 THE WORKIXG-MAN. of their number in order to obtain the same in- struction in any other science. No device of the heathen philosophers, or of modern infidels, greatly as they have boasted of their wisdom, can be compared, as to its usefulness, with this. The Sabbath, particularly, is the only means ever de- vised of communicating important instruction to the great mass of mankind." For these reasons the habit of church-going is of, great value to every man, and above all price to such as have not received a thorough education. I like to see the head of a family bringing all his household to public worship : children cannot begin too soon to enjoy so great a blessing. The afternoon and evening of Sunday afford a favourable opportunity for the religious instruction of children and dependants. In the stricter sort of old families this was as regular a thing as the return of the day. There are good occasions also for the reading of the Scriptures and of other good books. Happy is that domestic circle where this has been the habit of every member from his childhood. What time can be more favourable than this for acts of mercy ! From the smallest gains some- thing may be laid by, on the first day of the week, for the poor, or for benevolent institutions. It is really surprising to observe how much more men will give in the course of a year in this way, than by random gifts of large amount. He who enters at all into the spirit of what I have written, will not need to be warned against THE WORKING-MAN'S REST. 269 Sunday dinners, visits to public gardens, rides or drives into the country, or any of the varieties of profane dissipation. Sir Matthew Hale is reported to have said, that during a long life he had ob- served the success of his weeks to turn out well or ill, according as he had observed or neglected the Lord's-day. 270 THE WORKING-MAN, XLIII. THE WOKKING-MAN RETIRED FROM BUSINESS. " O bless'd retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care, that never must be mine, How happy he who crowns, in shades like these, A yputh of labour with an age of ease." GOLDSMITH. AN elderly man once expressed to me his sense of declining life, by saying, " My birth-days begin to come very fast." The years seem to run round faster as they approach their close ; so that it is a common saying among the aged, that time flies much more rapidly than when they were young. Every gray hair, every failing tooth, every wrinkle, and every decay of eyesight, ought to serve as a gentle hint, that we are going down the hill ; and yet I believe there is no one whom old age does not take by surprise. There is a fine moral in the little poem of the Three Warn- ings ; those of us who begin to be shy of telling our age would do well to read it. At this period of life, particularly where a man has had some prosperity, it is natural to think of retiring from business. What can be more rea- sonable than to desist from labour when the ne- RETIRED FROM BUSINESS. 271 cessity for it is at an end, or to close the journey when the end has been attained ? This would be unanswerable, if the only end of labour and occu- pation was to make money : and though avarice would cling to the last possibility of turning a penny, every man of liberal feeling would be ready to cease when he has got enough, and to leave the field open for younger competitors. But there is a consideration of great importance which is too often left out, in this inquiry : I invite to it the serious attention of all elderly mechanics. After fifteen or twenty years of labour, occupa- tion becomes necessary to one's comfort. This arises from a law of our constitution. Few men can break off a habit of long standing with im- punity, unless it be a habit which is injurious in itself. There is an illusion in most cases of sudden re- tirement from business of any kind. The veteran, when he lays down his arms, dreams of perfect peace : he finds ennui and satiety. When from ill-health or great infirmity there is no fitness for employment, nothing can be said ; but I would warn all working-men against retiring unadvisedly. Charles Lamb's admirable sketch of the " Super- annuated Man," is a case in point. At first there will be a feeling of release and exemption, as if a great burden had been thrown off; but after- wards, unless where there are great mental re- sources, the mind will turn upon itself. Instances will occur to every observing reader 272 THE WORKING-MAN, of men Avho have become miserable from this very cause. A highly respectable man of my ac- quaintance, who united the pursuits of agriculture and trade, found himself rich enough at threescore to give up both employments. He retired to a snug little retreat to spend the remainder of his days in repose. But he soon began to .miss the ex- citement of regular business. His hours were now empty alike of work and pleasure, and as dull as a boy's solitary holiday. He longed for the counter and the plough. At length he fell into a most de- plorable melancholy, which lasted for some years. If there is the slightest tendency to drink, it is apt to manifest itself at this critical season. Where the consequences are not so serious, how often do we see the retired mechanic gloomily revisiting his old haunts, pacing about the street with a dis- consolate air, and envying every whistling appren- tice that he meets. The following instance is given by Dr. Johnson : " An eminent tallow-chandler in London, who had acquired a considerable forlune, gave up the trade in favour of his foreman, and went to live at a country-house near town. He soon grew weary, and paid frequent visits to his old shop, where he desired they might let him know their melting-days, and he would come and assist them ; which he accordingly did. Here was a man to whom the most disgusting circum- stances in the business to which he had been used was a relief from idleness." This change should be made, if possible, by RETIRED FROM BUSINESS. 273 slow degrees, and the reins of business should not be altogether abandoned until several experi- ments shall have been made. Even aged and in- firm men may find great pleasure in some of the lighter employments of their trade, or in a general superintendence. It is in such cases as this that a little learning, and a taste for books, come admirably into play. To have nothing to do is the worst part of solitary confinement in jails : give the convict books, and he would soon become interested and comfortable. Give the old working-man his little library, and he will have a solace for his declining years. But there is another greater and more certain preventive of stupor and listlessness. Where there is a truly religious temper, old age is de- lightful. It is natural and seemly that old age should " Walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore Of that vast ocean it must sail so soon." The consolations of the gospel will cast broad sunshine over the whole prospect. The glow of Christian love will soften every asperity, and mellow those dispositions which old age is apt to sour. And if the hoary man can take his staff, and, with benignant affection, walk about among children, grand-children, old friends, and neigh- 274 THE WORKING-MAN. hours, rousing them by his advice, instructing them by his example, and aiding them by his charities, he may do more good, and consequently enjoy more happiness in the close of his life than in all the vigour of his youth and manhood. THE WORKING-MAN IN OLD AGE. 275 XLIV. THE WORKING-MAN IN OLD AGE. " My morning walks I now could bear to lose, And bless'd the shower that gave me not to choose : In fact, I felt a languor stealing on ; The active arm, the agile hand were gone ; Small daily actions into habits grew, And new dislikes to forms and fashions new : I loved my trees in order to dispose, I number'd peaches, look'd how stocks arose, Told the same story oft in short, began to prose." CBABDE. IN a long sitting by our fireside, the other even- ing, I had the whole subject of old age discussed between UNCLE BENJAMIN and Mr. APPLETREE ; and some of the results I am disposed to set down, without trying, however, to keep up the form of dialogue, or to trace every remark to the respective speakers. Nevertheless, the reader may rest as- sured, that whatever is matter of daily observa- tion, is from uncle Benjamin, and whatever smacks of ancient times, from the schoolmaster. Old age takes men by surprise : this has been long observed. " No one," says Pliny, " ever says, ' the storks are coming,' or, ' they are going ;' but always, ' they have come,' or, ' they have 276 THE WORKING-MAN. gone ;' for they both come and go secretly, and by night." So it is with old age : we do not perceive its approach. At length, however, the head becomes cold from its baldness ; the last stump forsakes the gums ; it is a labour to bend the joints, to mount a horse, or to go up stairs ; there is a drumming in the ears, and the eyes almost refuse the aid of useless glasses. And then comes the sense of decline ; it is well called the winter of the year. " When men wish for old age," says St. Augustin, " what do they de- sire but a long disease ?" A life of moderate labour, if the habits are good in other respects, is one of the best securities for a mild old age. But, in point of fact, working- men very seldom think it necessary to observe caution in this particular during their strong days, and they pay the penalty at the close of life, in stiff joints, a crooked back, and many pains and infirmities which need not be mentioned. Disease and sorrow sometimes sour the temper, and the old man becomes complaining, peevish, and moody. The grasshopper becomes a burden, and fears increase ; he carries caution to the extreme of timidity, and has a distressing irresolution about the smallest concerns. These evils are of course greatly aggravated if he is poor, widowed, and childless. In such a case, unless the blessings of religion come in to cheer the prospect, one might almost see the saying of Diogenes made true, that a poor old man is the most wretched THE WORKING-MAN IN OLD AGE. 277 of mortals. And though I would not say a word to inculcate a miserly temper, it is certainly right to remind our young men, that a youth of prodi- gality will have an old age of want. After a life even of laborious pursuits, we sometimes see old people in this melancholy condition. " Nor yet can time itself obtain for these Life's latest comforts, due respect and ease ; For yonder see that hoary swain, whose age Can with no cares except its own engage ; Who, propp'd on that rude staff, looks up to see The bare arms broken from the withering tree, On which, a boy, he climb'd the loftiest bough, Then his first joy, but his sad emblem now." This is far from being true of every old man. Indeed, where there have been habits of frugality, foresight, temperance, and religion, old age is often like a summer's evening after a day of toil. Especially may it be so to one who has not de- sisted prematurely from active labours, and who looks back upon a long life filled with industrious perseverance and useful deeds. In one of the most pleasing chapters of Paley's Natural Theo- logy, that benevolent philosopher cites the case of comfortable old age as remarkably illustrating the goodness of the Deity. " It is not for youth alone, that the great Parent of creation hath pro- vided. Happiness is found with the purring cat, no less than with the playful kitten ; in the arm- chair of dozing age, as well as in either the 24 278 THE WORKING-MAN. sprightliness of the dance, or the animation of the chase. To novelty, to acuteness of sensation, to hope, to ardour of pursuit, succeeds what is, in no inconsiderable degree, an equivalent for them all, ' perception of ease.' Herein is the exact difference between the young and the old. The young are not happy, but when enjoying pleasure; the old are happy when free from pain. And this constitution suits with the degree of animal power which they respectively possess. The vigour of youth was to be stimulated to action by impa- tience of rest ; whilst, to the imbecility of age, quietness and repose become positive gratifica- tions. In one important respect the advantage is with the old. A state of ease is, generally speak- ing, more attainable than a state of pleasure. I am far, even as an observer of human life, from thinking that youth is its happiest season, much less the only happy one : as a Christian, I am willing to believe that there is a great deal of truth in the following representation, given by a very pious writer, as well as excellent man :* ' To the intelligent and virtuous, old age presents a scene of tranquil enjoyments, of obedient appetites, of well-regulated affections, of maturity in know- ledge, and of calm preparation for immortality.' ' Among the humbler circles of society, in dwell- ings seldom entered by the rich or gay, I have seen beautiful examples of this. What sight is Father's Instructions, by Dr. Percival. THE WORKING-MAN IN OLD AGE. 279 more lovely, than that of a gray-haired father, seated by the glowing hearth, surrounded by children and grand-children, who hang upon his instructions, and fly to anticipate his every want ! " Children's children," says Solomon, " are the crown of old men." Where the fifth command- ment has been inculcated and obeyed, old age derives many indescribable comforts from the affectionate respect of youth. Among the Chi- nese, it is well known that filial reverence is car- ried to a degree little short of religious worship. To speak carelessly to parents, is with them a heinous crime ; to raise the hand against them, a capital one. Providence sometimes repays men in their own coin. Those who have been undu- tiful sons, are often made to smart as neglected parents. There are few spectacles more disgrace- ful than that of aged parents surrounded by idle sons, living upon their little remaining substance, and clinging to them, not to support them, but, like parasitical plants, to suck the last juices from their wasted trunks. It should be the pride and glory of youth, so far as practicable, to remove every annoyance from the old age of those who watched over their helpless childhood. Let parents see to it, that they are bringing up their children in such habits as are likely to make them a stay and prop to their declining years. Next to the affection of his own children, the old man will rank among his prerogatives the respect of society. There is something in the 2SO THE WORKING-MAN. sight of any old man, even if he is a sober beg- gar, which awakes ray respect. In some parts of the country it is, or was, the custom to give a respectful salutation to every aged person, whether rich or poor, known or unknown. It is a good custom, and speaks well for the social state of the land. I have been told of a gentleman who never allowed himself to speak to an aged person with- out being uncovered. Such was the Mosaic law : " Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God: I am the Lord."* The principles of the ancient Lacedemonians were very strict in this particular, and such as may put some Christians to the blush. Their youth were daily taught to reverence old age, and to give the proofs of it on every suitable occasion, by making way for them, yielding the best places, saluting them in the street, and show- ing them honour in public assemblies. They were commanded to receive the instructions and reproofs of the aged with the utmost submission. In consequence of this, a Spartan was known wherever he went, and was considered as dis- gracing his country if he behaved otherwise. Cicero tells us of Lysander, that he used to say that Sparta was the place for a man to grow old in. The story is well known, as related by Plutarch, of the old man of Athens, at the theatre. Coming in late, he found all the seats occupied His Lev, xix. 32. THE WORKING-MAN IN OLD AGE. 281 young countrymen, by whom he passed, kept their seats, but when he came near the place where the Spartan ambassadors and their suite were sitting, they all instantly rose, and seated him in the midst of them ; upon which the house re- sounded with the applause of the Athenians. The old man quietly said, " The Athenians know what is right, but the Spartans practise it." If there is any form of self-complacency which is pardonable, it is that of the happy old man, who makes his circuit among the places of business, where he was once among the busiest, and re- ceives with a satisfied smile the regard of all around him. He seats himself in the shops, cracks his old jokes, repeats his old stories, lec- tures the boys, and sometimes breaks forth into a half-comic scolding of every thing pertaining to modern times. I look upon it as one of the great advantages of age, that it can freely give advice. This is what the rest of us cannot do so well. But who will be offended with the counsels, or even the rebukes of a venerable father, leaning on his staff, and shaking with that infirmity which is but the be- ginning of death ? The words and the example of old men are so effective, that I have sometimes thought the responsibility of this season of life was not sufficiently felt. A man may do more good in this way after he is sixty, than in all his foregoing life. But it is to be done, not sourly, grimly, complainingly, or morosely, but with that 24* 282 THE WORKING-MAN. gentleness which may show that it arises from true benevolence. It was observed by the ancients, that the beset- ting sin of old age is avarice. Strange, that the less one needs, the more he should desire ! Yet thus it is : and thus it will ever be, unless some better principles be infused in earlier life ; the ruling passion will be strong even in death. In the following celebrated verses of Pope, it is now well known that the poet merely repeated the very words used on his death-bed by Sir William Bateman : " 'I give, and I devise' (old Euclio said, And sigh'd) ' my lands and tenements to Ned.' Your money, sir ? ' My money, sir ] what, all 1 Why, if I must (then wept) I give it Paul.' The manor, sir 7 The manor ! hold,' he cried, ' Not that, I cannot part with that' and died." Thus, I repeat it, old age will be liable to the madness of avarice, unless religious principle prevent ; and even if religion has been neglected in former years, it should demand attention now, " When a ship is leaking," says Seneca, " we may stop a single leak, or even two or three ; but when all the timbers are going to pieces, our efforts are of no avail." So in the human body, when old age shows that the fabric is breaking down, the soul ought to be looking out for a better habitation. Alas ! few grow wise late in life. The most pleasing instances of old age are those THE WORKING-MAN IN OLD AGE. 283 of persons who have attended to the best things in youth. Such there are, and they are among the greatest ornaments of religion. " The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness." The Christian old man shows fruit even in winter. Instead of being querulous, he is contented, hopeful, rejoicing. The natural sourness of declining years has been ripened into a delightful mellowness of temper, by the graces of religion. May such be the old age of the reader ! 284 THE WORKING-MAN. XLV. CONCLUSION. " 'Tis the only discipline we are born for ; All studies else are but as circular lines, And death the centre where they must all meet." MASSINGEH. IN the foregoing essays I have touched upon a great variety of subjects, and have passed " from grave to gay," from entertainment to instruction. There are many matters quite as important which must be left unattempted. But I cannot bring myself to close the volume without a word of counsel upon what is still more momentous than any to which I have alluded. Whatever our call- ing in life may be, it must come to an end ; and however our paths may differ, they will all meet in the same termination. At death we shall be stripped of all our petty distinctions, and despoiled of all our worldly gains. He must be a very stupid or a very heedless man, who never asks himself what are the proba- bilities of his condition after death. A prosper- ous life here does not secure a prosperous life hereafter. The very heathen may rebuke us for our carelessness. Even the deist, if he believes CONCLUSION. 285 in the immortality of the soul, must have some solicitude about the nature of that immortality. Some persuade themselves that all men will cer- tainly be happy after death. This is a convenient doctrine for all who wish to enjoy vicious plea- sures ; but there is too much at stake for any man to adopt it without great consideration, and such arguments as defy all contradiction. It is against our rational feelings of justice, the com- mon judgment of all ages, and the plain meaning of the Bible. If there is, then, a risk of losing one's soul, can a reasonable man leave the matter unsettled ? It has often filled me with astonishment to see men of the greatest foresight and discretion in worldly affairs, so ruinously careless in these. They would not consent to pay a small sum of money without taking a receipt ; or to live in a house without insurance ; or to lend money with- out security; knowing that even where neigh- bours are honest, life is uncertain. But they will hazard their everlasting interests upon the merest chance. No one can predict what a day may bring forth. Death takes most of its victims by surprise. Yet the multitude live from year to year without any attempt at preparation. The undue value set upon wealth and temporal prosperity, is one great cause of this recklessness. All through life men are in chase of that which perishes as they grasp it. Give them all that their most eager wishes could demand, and you 286 THE WORKING-MAN. do not secure them for eternity. But there is a good part which cannot be taken away from them. No considerate man can reflect on his life, or examine his heart without acknowledging that he is a sinner against God. The whole tenor of the Scriptures speaks the same truth. How am I to escape the punishment due to my sin ? This is the great question, on which every one ought to have some settled determination. He is not a wise man, who lies down at night without some satisfactory hope that sudden death would not ruin his happiness. The great truths of the Christian religion lie within a small compass. There is an agreement among all the conflicting sects of evangelical Christians as to a few cardinal points. They are such as these : that by nature men are children of wrath; that God will punish the impenitent; that we must be born again ; that without faith it is impossible to please God ; that he who believeth shall be saved, and he who believes not will be condemned. Further, the faith which saves us, regards chiefly the Lord Jesus Christ ; that he is the Son of God ; that he became man for our sal- vation ; that he bore our sins in his own body on the tree ; that he rose again from the dead, and ascended into heaven ; and that we are justified by faith in him. He who believes thus, and manifests this belief by corresponding works, is a true Christian. There is reason to think that infidelity is on CONCLUSION. 287 the wane in our country. About the time of the French revolution, the impious falsehoods of Vol- taire were making havoc among our youth. This arch-infidel once predicted that in twenty years ihe Christian religion would be no more ! Those who were deceived by him found nothing but dis- appointment and wretchedness. Learned, witty, and applauded as he was, he had less real wisdom than the poorest and most ignorant Christian widow. "She, for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit ; Receives no praise ; but though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent, she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies. O happy peasant ! O unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel, hers the rich reward ; He praised, perhaps, for ages yet to come, She never heard of half a mile from home : He, lost in errors, his vain heart prefers, She, safe in the simplicity of hers." THE END. THE AMERICAN MECHANIC AND WORKING-MAN. BY JAMES W. ALEXANDER. IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. II. PHILADELPHIA : WILLIAM S. MARTIEN. ENTERED according to Act of Congress, in the year 1847, by WILLIAM S. MARTIEN, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Eastern District of Penn- sylvania. CONTENTS. L The Mechanic's Pleasures ....... 7 II. What will you have ? 12 in. The Mechanic's Reverse 16 IV. The Mechanic's Pleasures 20 V. The Mechanic's Social Pleasures 24 VL The Mechanic's Garden M VII. The Mechanic's Fashions 35 VIII. The Mechanic in Straits 39 DC. The Mechanic's Wife 44 X. The Mechanic doing Good 50 XI. The Mechanic's four Temptations in Hard Times 55 XI F. The Mechanic's Vacation. 63 XHI. The Mechanic's Children ....... 9 XIV. The Mechanic's Children 75 XV. The Mechanic improved by Literature. .... 80 XVI. The Mechanic's Dog and Gun 86 XVII. The Mechanic's Mornings 92 XVIH. The Mechanic's Friends 99 XIX. The Mechanic's Change of Trade 105 XX. The Mechanic in Celibacy 113 XXI. The Mechanic's Table 119 XXII. The Mechanic's Musical Recreations 126 XXHI. The Mechanic's Clubs 134 1 5 6 CONTENTS. Page XXIV. The Mechanic above his Business 142 XXV. The Mechanic in Sickness 148 XXVI. The Mechanic's Winter Evenings 155 XXVII. The Mechanic's Studies. Importance of Education to the American Mechanic. . 161 tXVIII. The Mechanic's Studies. The Pleasures of Knowledge 167 XXIX. The Mechanic's Studies. The Profit of Knowledge * 173 XXX. The Mechanic's Studies. Discourage- ments 179 XXXI. The Mechanic's Studies. Examples 185 XXXII. The Mechanic's Studies. More Exam- ples Learned Shoemakers 190 XXXIII. The Mechanic's Studies. Examples of Self-instruction 196 XXXIV. The Mechanic's Studies. Clarke Cole- man Drew Hill Wild 203 XXXV. The Mechanic's Studies. Encourage- ment to make a beginning 211 XXXVI. The Mechanic's Studies. Hints and Di- rections 217 XXXVII. The Mechanic's Studies. Reading 224 XXXVIII. The Mechanic's Studies. Writing 230 XXXIX. The Mechanic's Studies. Grammar 235 XL. The Mechanic's Studies. Arithmetic and Accounts 241 XLI. The Mechanic's Studies. History 246 XLII. The Mechanic's Studies. Chronology and Geography 252 A 1 ,1 1 1. The Mechanic's Studies. Natural Philo- sophy and Chemistry 259 XLIV. The Mechanic's Library 267 XLV. The Study of the Bible 275 XLVL The Mechanic's Religion 28 1 ?,W. WAOiaHKA HKT ...:;; ;L^IJ ,-.- J Ji dgtfotft Jim?.: I eirf sujsJ ?s THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. I. - THE MECHANIC'S PLEASURES. OURS is not the country where one may sneer at the " mechanic." Demagogues know this ; and the same agitators who would spurn the " unwashed artificer," if met in some old despotic realm, find it to be their true policy to flatter and cajole him here. This is no part of my business. I respect honest labour, though it be in the black man who saws my wood ; and, so far as I can learn, my ancestors have been working men so long that " the memory of man runneth not to the contrary." Though the motto of William of Wickham is no longer good English, it is good sense still MANNERS MAKETH MAN. Wherever the demeanour and life of a man are good, let me get as near to him as he will allow, that I may 7 8 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. take his hand, though it be as black and hardened as his anvil. I am ready to maintain that the American mechanic has no reason to envy any man on earth. " Happy, happy men !" as an old poet says, " if they could appreciate their own felicity!" Has the mechanic no pleasures ? Let us see : and in order to see better, let me use some illus- trations. There is a shop near my lodgings ; and I never yet saw the shop in which there was not something to be learned. In this one there is evidence enough that working men may have cheap and abundant pleasures. Without going so far as to state, what I believe firmly, that to the industrious man labour is pleasure, I beg 'eave to introduce ARTHUR KIP. This young man is a plain cooper, and lives on the extremity of a street which I pass daily. He is in his shop as early as his earliest neighbour, yet I some- times see him busy a good half hour before he is in his shop. What is Arthur about in the grey of the morning ? I will tell you. He has been Betting out rows of elms around the whole border of his little lot. For you must know that he is content to live in a very uncomfortable house, in order to forward his business and prepare his grounds, so as to " make a fair start," as he calls it. He has told me that he was induced to do THE MECHANIC'S PLEASURES. 9 this by a maxim of an ancient king : " Prepare thy work without, and make it fit for thyself in the field, and afterwards build thy house." It does one good to see Arthur among his trees ; he sings cheerily over his spade and hatchet, long before the sun is up. " These saplings," says he, " will be noble branching trees over the heads of my children ; and if little Tom should be a rich man thirty years hence, he will have a grove which all the money of the aristocrats in England could not cause to spring up." Tn this he agreed well with the laird of Dumbiedikes, who is known to have said on his death-bed to his son and heir : " Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree ; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping" Arthur has a garden also. His rule is, " first for use ; next for show." So he has most of his ground in substantial vegetables for the table ; but a very goodly portion, I assure you, in choice flowers. Why should he not? God has given the poor man these gems of the earth with a bounteous profusion; and Ellen Kip and little Tom will love Arthur and one another all the better for dwelling among the lustre and fragrance of tulips and violets. In these bright spring evenings, I take a walk about the time that this little household comes 10 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. together after work. No tavern has yet become Ellen's rival ; her husband spends not only his nights, but his evenings, at home. Or, if he goes abroad, it is in the old-fashioned way: I mean he takes his wife and his boy along. At this hour I am always sure of witnessing another of the mechanic's pleasures. Arthur and Ellen are natives of a state where young folks are taught to sing: they have already begun to bring up little Tom in the same way. They carry a tune in several parts ; for Arthur is no mean performer on the violin, and Ellen sings a soprano part to her husband's base. The neighbours are be- ginning to find their way out, since the spring weather has unclosed doors and windows, and there are some signs of a little musical associa- tion. Some of the best musical talent in America is among our mechanics ; and it is sad that they are so slow to discover the exquisite satisfaction whicli they might derive from this innocent re- creation. It soothes the troubled mind ; it breaks the thread of vexing thoughts ; it prepares the affections for every good impression ; it affords a healthful excitement ; it knits families together by gentlest bands ; and it makes a paradise of home. What mechanic is there who may not com- mand these pleasures ? What pleasures of the THE MECHANIC'S PLEASURES. li bar-room, the circus, the gaming-table, the theatre, are equal to these in purity and genuine content ? I am sure I shall have the right answer if not from mechanics, at least from their wives. But for fear of being prolix, I reserve some other pleasures for a future paper. 12 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. II. WHAT WILL YOU HAVE ? AFTER a day's work of calculation and copy- ing, I was under the mortifying necessity of wait- ing an hour in the tap-room of a low tavern, to secure the services of a mail-guard, who was to carry a parcel for my employers. Amidst the smoke, the spitting, and the clatter of a crowd of inn-haunters, I could not but find some subjects for reflection. The presiding genius of the bar was a bloated, carbuncled, whiskered young man, whom I had long known as the abandoned son of a deceased friend. I sighed and was silent. Ever and anon as one after another, or squads of two, three or more, approached his shrine, to receive and empty their glasses, and deposit their sixpences, I heard the short, peremptory formula of the Bacchanal minister " Wliat will yon have? brandy ? gin ? punch ? What will you have ?" And the victims severally made their bids, for a smaller, a cocktail, a sling, or a julep, as the case might be. The constant repetition of " the form WHAT WILL YOU HAVE? 13 in that case made and provided," set me upon a drowsy meditation on the pregnant question What will you have ? " Methinks I can answei the question," said I to myself, as I cast a glance around the murky apartment. And first to the young shoemaker, Avho, with a pair of newly finished boots, is asking for " grog." What will you have ? Young man, you will soon have an empty pocked There is a trembling, ragged man, with livid spots under the eyes. He is a machine-maker, and has lodgings in the house. What will you have ? Ah ! the bar-keeper knows without an answer : he takes gin and water. Poor man ! I also know what you will have. Already you have been twice at death's door ; and the gin will not drive off that chill. You will have typhus fever. There comes my neighbour the bookbinder. tfis hand shakes as he raises his full glass. Ah, Shannon ! I dread to say it but you will have the palsy. The glasses are washed out, not cleansed, in the slop-tub under the bar-shelf. Now a fresh bevy comes up, cigar in hand. Gentlemen, what will you have ? I choose to supply the answer for myself; thus: The baker there will have an apoplexy or a sudden fall in his shop. That tailor 2 14 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. in green glasses will have, or rather has already, a consumption. And I fear the three idlers in their train Avill have the next epidemic that shall sweep off our refuse drunkards. But what will that man have who leans over the table, seeming to pore over the last " Herald" ? He is scarcely resolved what he shall drink, or whether he shall drink at all. I understand the language of his motions ; he is a renegade from the Temperance ranks. He has borrowed money this week. John, you will have lodgings in a jail. Sorry indeed am I to see in this den Mr. Scantling, the cooper. Not to speak of himself, I have reason to believe that both his grown sons are beginning to drink. He looks about him suspiciously. Now he has plucked up courage. He takes whisky. You will have a pair of drunken sons. That young fellow in the green frock coat and coloured neckcloth, is a musician, a man of read- ing, and the husband of a lovely English woman. He takes his glass with the air of a Greek drink- ing hemlock. You will have a heart-broken wife. What ! is that lad of fifteen going to the bar ! He is : and he tosses off his Cognac with an air. You will have an early death. The old mun that totters out of the door has WHAT WILL FOU HAVE ? 15 doubtless come hither to drown his grief. His last son has died in prison, from the effects of a brawl in the theatre. The father has looked un- utterable anguish every sober moment for two years. Wretched old man ! You will have the halter of a suicide. I must take the rest in mass, for it is Saturday night, and the throng increases. The bar-keeper has an assistant, in the person of a pale, sorrow- ful girl. Two voices now reiterate the challenge : What will you have? What will you have ? Misguided friends, I am greatly afraid you wih all have a death-bed without hope. My man has arrived. I must go ; glad to escape to purer air : and still the parrot-note re- sounds in my ears, What will you have ? You will have to sum up all you will have a terrible judgment and an eternity of such retri- bution as befits your life. As I walked home across the common, I thought thus : " And what will he have, who, day after day, and month after month, and year after year, doles out the devil's bounty to his recruits ; and receives his sixpences, as it were, over the coffin of his victims ? You, to say the least, hardened tempter, (if memory live hereafter) will have the recollection of your triumphs, and the vision of their eternal results." 16 III. THE MECHANIC'S REVERSE. REVERSES of fortune befall all men, and a sudden one befell JOSEPH LEWIS. He had enter- ed on a lucrative handicraft business with more capital than often comes to the hand of a cabinet- maker, such as he was ; and, like a true-born American, who is never willing to let anybody get above him as long as he is able to rise, he shone out in a style of equipage, dress, and living, which was almost aristocratical. His chaise and horse, his marble mantel, his greyhound, his Joe Manton, his pointer, his dinner-service all savoured of Bond street or St. Mark's place Was he happy ? He ought to have been so. A quiet, beautiful wife ; a child such as Titania might have stolen ; a full warehouse and a full pocket ; are just the things to make a young man happy. So flushed was Joseph with success and hope, that he could not find vent for his exuberant satisfaction alone, or on cold water ; he invited frequent groups to late dinners ; he opened bottles THE MECHANIC'S REVERSE. 17 of Hock and Sauterne ; he imported his own Parmesan. I met Joseph in Broadway. He had come to town to make preparations for a ball. Was he happy ? Ah ! you must answer that yourself. He was abundantly fine too fine for a gentle- man ; he was as smart as a barber on Sunday evening, or a wedding journeyman. His hat was a St. John ; his mosaic pin was Baldwin's richest Tuscany; his whole manner was that of high fashion, save that it was all too full of a certain consciousness. And then he did so blush when a brother chip passed us ; and his eye sparkled with the glimmer, not of serene joy, but of unac customed wine. That day fortnight Joseph Lewis became in- solvent. What a reverse ! But stay was he ruined ? By no means. Let me bring forward another personage, thus far a mute in the scene. His wife threw her arms more passionately around his neck, on that evening, than ever be- fore. Was Joseph now unhappy? His great house and useless stables were soon cleared. Finding himself a poor man, he began life at a new corner. He began, did I say? No, she began; Mary Lewis began, not to assume the husband's place, but to fill her own. She sang a sweeter sorg after his frugal evening meal, than 2* 18 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. had ever echoed over his sumptuous dinner from New York parasites, or stage-struck clerks. Is he unhappy ? Let us see : he has neither carriage nor wines, but he has his hands full of work, and his two yellow-haired girls sit on his knee in the hour which he used to spend at the theatre. He has no cards ; he gives no concerts ; but he rests more sweetly at night ; and he and Mary make good music on the guitar and flute, accom' panying very passable voices. Last week I met him again. He was carrying home a picture which he had been framing. One blush arid then a hearty shake of my hand, and " O Charles ! come and see us we are rich enough to give you a good cup of tea and my wife and children will be too much rejoiced to meet you." I went, and found him quiet, healthful, self- possessed, temperate, domestic ; amidst a lovely home-circle ; with music, books, a few philoso- phical instruments ; living within his means : in a great reverse, but never so happy before. The ancient philosophers spent a good part of their time in studying out rules by which men might sustain themselves under the changes of fortune. I have read many of these in my younger days. In none of them do I find any allusion to two things which I now regard as the THE MECHANIC'S REVERSE. 19 most indispensable in every such discussion : I mean domestic life and religion the hearth and the altar. For when both sources of comfort are united in a gently pious wife, the working man who has this treasure, has that which in a reverse is more precious than rubies. 20 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. IV. THE MECHANIC'S PLEASURES. NO. 2. , GEORGE BROWN is a shoemaker in this village. He grew up from a pale apprentice, into a still paler journeyman, with little prospect of long life. After being several times very low with coughs, he was supposed to have fallen into a consumption ; and when I came to inquire into the case, I found that the physician had ordered him to seek a southern climate. It was not until the spring of 1835, when Brown returned from New Orleans, florid and robust, that I discovered what it was that had impaired his health. The fact was, he had become a great reader, and had most imprudently sat up a third part of his nights, studying such books as he could beg, borrow, or buy. Those who have acquired no taste for learning will not believe me when I say, that there is scarcely a passion felt by man which is more powerful than the thirst for knowledge. It has slain its thousands ; and it came near slaying George Brown. Why do I mention this ? Cer- \ THE MECHANIC'S PLEASUBES. 21 tainly not to lead any promising apprentice into the like snare ; but simply to show that those mistake egregiously who think there is no plea- , sure in reading and study. George Brown loved knowledge as much as ever, on his return from a residence of two years in the South ; but he had learned wisdom from experience. I have a little collection of good books, and by frequent lending, I had gained George's confidence. He let me into his plans. He now works with a thriving boot-maker, and is said to be one of his best hands ; and he is as dif- ferent from his fellows in the shop, as young Bep Franklin was from his fellow printers. Wherein are they unlike ? Not in mere labour, for George's hammer, awl, and lapstone are plied as briskly as theirs ; the difference is all out of shop. While they are careering through the streets, arm in arm, puffing tobacco smoke, smiting the pave- ment with their cudgels ; or even worse, hanging about tavern doors, or playing at " all fours" with a greasy pack, or doing overwork in the nine-pin alley, George Brown is dividing his spare time between two things, reading and recreation. In summer, he takes a good long walk, or he strays along the river bank, or he joins a party of quiet friends, until he feels the labour of the day to be half forgotten. Then, after a thorough cold 22 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. bath, which he learned in the South to be worth more than a whole medicine chest, he sits down to his books. True, he never gets more than an hour a day for reading, and often not ten minutes : but what of that ? " Does not the jeweller," says he, " save the smallest filings of his gold ?" Time is gold. Every little helps. Constant dropping wears away rocks. Take care of the minutes ; the hours will take care of themselves. Never throw away an instant. These are maxims which he has laid up for life. And the young man who acts on these will never fail to be a scholar. George Brown is as happy as the day is long. Being the best reader in the shop, he is, by com- mon consent, permitted to read aloud from the newspaper and the Penny Magazine. The boys will laugh at him for a book-worm, and a parson, and so forth ; but George smiles knowingly, and says, " Let them laugh that win !" While he labours with his hands, he is often turning over iu his mind what he has read the night before. Some of his evenings are spent in taking lessons from an accomplished gentleman who instructs a class of young men ; and others in hearing philo- sophical lectures at a neighbouring Lyceum. He has not a novel or a play-book on his shelves. These he calls the champagne of read- ing ; pleasant to take, but leaving you uneasy THE MECHANIC'S PLEASURES. 23 He is fond of history and travels : and books are now so cheap that he has more than fifty volumes. He showed me the Bible in several forms ; Jose- phus ; Tytler's History ; Plutarch's Lives ; Ram- sey's United States ; Mackintosh's England ; Edwards's Lives of Self-Taught Men; The Library of Entertaining Knowledge ; the Ram- bler ; the Spectator ; Milton, Thomson, Cowper, and Wordsworth ; and others of which I do not remember the titles. Here is another of the mechanic's pleasures. And I am sure all who ever tried it, will agree that it is the best of the three. I hope, before long, to go into this subject more at large, in order to encourage the reader to enter a new field. It lies invitingly open to every young man who is willing to enjoy it. These fruits hang near the ground ; if the tree is hard to climb, it is only until you reach the first boughs. Young me- chanics ! take a friend's advice, and TRY. 24 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. V. THE MECHANIC'S SOCIAL PLEASURES. WHEN any man's business grows so fast as to stand in the way of his being neighbourly, you may lay it down as a rule that it grows too fast. This is true of every sort of labour, whether of the mind or the body. We were not made to be unsocial, sullen, independent machines, but to love and help one another. " He that is a friend must show himself friendly ;" and this is to be done by a pleasant and frequent intercourse with acquaintances and neighbours. No wealth, nor power, nor selfish pleasure, can ever compensate for the absence of kindly inter- course. Working men may work so hard as to work out their best native propensities. In our haste to make money, let us look to it that we do uot lose what no money can buy true friendship. The tendency to form friendly connexions and cultivate associations is so strong, that where it has not a good outlet, it will find a bad one. If a young man is not allowed to enjoy company at home, he will enjoy it at the tavern, or some THE MECHANIC'S SOCIAL PLEASURES. 25 worse place. I find it in my heart to honour that principle of our nature which abhors a vacuum, and cries out that it is not good for man to be alone. The parent, the teacher, and the employer, in proportion as they seek the welfare of the youth under their care, will try to afford healthful exercise to the social principle. Let me ask old housekeepers, whether amidst the great improvements of the times, there is not a change for the worse in our domestic and social intercourse. How did this matter stand some thirty years ago ? Much as follows. John Den and Richard Fen, when they established them- selves in this village, were both lately married, and had little families gathering like olive branches round their tables. They had worked in the same shop, and they remembered it. They had been apprentices of the old stamp, labouring a good seven years, and making six working days in every week. They knew one another thorough- ly, and kept up a friendly communication. Scarcely a day passed in which John was not in T Richard's shop, or Richard in John's : and Mrs. Den and Mrs. Fen ran across to one another often half a dozen times in a day. Their children grew up as friends, and once every week they made a joint concern, and took tea together. There was then but one grog house in the village, and neither 3 26 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. of these men was ever seen in it, except when Richard had occasion to go thither in his capacity of constable. It was a pleasant way of life. The little circle increased ; and other families quietly fell into the same arrangements ; so that, as I well remember, you could scarcely ever sit an hour of a summer's evening, in the house of any one of these mechanics, without witnessing the friendly entrance of a number of the neighbours. They did one another good, and their friendships, how- ever humble, were comparatively pure. But how does this matter stand now ? Much as follows. John Den and Richard Fen are dead and gone. In their place there are Dens and Fens, and husbands of Dens and Fens enough to people a town in Illinois. Business is driven on in double quick time. George Washington Den has more journeymen this moment than his good father ever had in all his life. Napoleon Fen makes more money in one year than old Richard ever possessed. Meet these men where you will, and you will find them in a hurry. They are rushing forward, and can no more pause than can a railroad car. Their social intercourse is hasty, fitful, irregular, unsatisfactory, and feverish. Their earnings are spent at political meetings, at Trades' Unions, at entertainments, at taverns in short, anywhere but at home. THE MECHANIC'S SOCIAL PLEASURES. 27 Their sons and daughters are very fine, and gay, and to a certain degree polished ; but they are growing up in total ignorance of that old-fashioned, wholesome, serene, and profitable intercourse, which gave to their parents an unwrinkled old age. What is to be done ? I think the remedy is obvious ; but I fear most will resist it. We must return to simplicity of manners. We must cease to live so fast. We must take a little breath, and persuade ourselves that there are other and higher purposes to which hours may be de- voted, than the earning of so many dollars and cents. It is poor economy of life to lay out all our time on mere gain, when by so doing we actually bid fair to make life not only shorter but less sweet. Among the thousand evils of our unreformed taverns, it is not the least, that every one of them is the rival of some score of firesides. The real competition is between the bar-room and the sit- ting-room. License a new tavern, and you dig a sluice which draws off just so much from do- mestic comfort. Write it down for it is true whenever you see a young man standing much on tavern steps or porch, you see one who has little thrift, and who will die poor, even if he do not die drunk. S8 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. It is the great error of many parents to discoui age evening visits between their own children and those of their neighbours. What is the con- sequence ? The young men will and must have company. If they are frowned on at home, they will spend their evenings abroad. And as no youth can very freely visit young companions whom he is not allowed to entertain in return, the young men of these churlish families will be found at the bar-room. Here is a wide sluice prepared for intemperance and vice. Already, in some towns, all the associations of working men are in the streets or in public places. The evil cries aloud for speedy reformation. Who will set the example ? THE MECHANIC'S GARDEN. 29 VI. THE MECHANIC'S GARDEN. IN the garden the mechanic finds a sort of re- lief from his toils of mind, which he can nowhere else find so cheaply. Let it not be thought strange that I speak of toils of mind. Every physician knows that it is the jaded soul, no less than the jaded body, which brings to his office the pale and tremulous working man. This may be seen in comparing different trades. The house car- penter, who works here and there, in every va- riety of situation, and most of all in the open air or the well-ventilated shed, shows a very differ- ent complexion from the tailor, the shoemaker, or the printer, who tasks himself from morning till night in the same spot. No man is called upon to spend all his hours at one sort of work. He who does so, works too much, and injures both mind and body. We all need elbow-room, rest- ing-places, and breathing-spells, in every part of the journey of life. It is often asked why we have so few good musicians among the mechanics of this country 3* 30 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. One reason is, that they allow themselves so little time. From morning until night, it is hurry, hurry, hurry ! Few men ever accomplished more than John Wesley, and his motto was, Always in haste, but never in a hurry. It is good to go out of doors sometimes, if it were only to cool down this American fever of the blood. You are in too great a hurry to be rich, or you could take an hour before breakfast, and an hour after tea, for the purpose of healthful recreation ; besides a good quiet hour in the middle of the day for absolute rest, including your principal meal. "Ay, but I am already behindhand, and I must husband every moment to bring up arrears." Perhaps so : and this is only an evidence of bad management somewhere, in time past. Ne- cessity has no law ; but you ought to plan such a life as, by the blessing of Providence, may keep the wolf away from the door, and not leave you the prey ef urgent necessity. You have already lost days by ill health ; and this ill health was brought on by neglect of the laws of your animal economy ; and one of these fundamental laws is, that a machine always running in gear, and never oiled or refitted, must go to pieces. Take your spade and hoe and rake, and come with me into the garden. THE MECHANIC'S GARDEN. 31 "I have no garden." No garden ! why, what is that little enclosure which I see behind your house ? " O, it was once a garden but but " Yes, I see how it is ; it was once a garden, but you have made it a rubbish-heap. See there, your cow is actually devouring a row of good spinach, this instant. Yes, yes where your gar- den should be, you have a vile hog-stye ; and there is your ley-tub dripping away in the pret- tiest corner of your court-yard. " Why, to be sure, we have let matters ga rather at sixes and sevens back here ; my wood and coal are thrown over the fence, and we have chopped our fuel in the old garden path ; but there nobody ever comes to see this part of the estab- lishment." Surely, your wife and children see it; you see it yourself: I am afraid you would never wash your face if no one were to see you. This will never do. Take your spade and come out of this stupor. " To tell you the truth, I have no spade 1" The more shame for you ! Then throw off that apron, and go with me to the hardware shop, and I will pick you a good one, and we will get Barney to sharpen it, and go to work. "I feel weary and dull I have a headache 32 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. from leaning over my work so long ; I am not fit to dig." Yes, you are dull enough ; and duller yet you will be, unless you amend your ways. Your skin is dry and sallow ; your eyes are heavy ; you are getting a sad stoop in your shoulders ; you are not the active, cheerful man you once were. In fact you are this moment ten years older than you have any right to be. " I know it I know it ! My wife has said so every day for a twelvemonth. I know it^ but what can I do ? I have eaten half a hundred of bran bread ; I have taken three boxes of pills." Miserable man ! I wonder you are not in your coffin ! Throw your bran bread and your pills into the swill pail. *' But, dear sir, what must I do ?" Do ! Take your spade, as I have been telling you. Here, I will show you how to begin. You have a very decent lot there ; only it has seven or eight boards off the fence. " Yes, they have been coming off all winter." Surprising ! and you have slept over it all this time ! Here, John ! Jacob ! Call out your apprentices for five minutes. Let me take the command. Bill can stay and have an eye to cus- tomers. John, run to Mr. Deal's for his saw. Jacob,' pull out that pile of old boards from under THE MECHANIC'S GARDEN. 33 the wheelbarrow. I'll take my coat off, and if your strength allows, perhaps you had better take yours off too. We shall have this breach stop- ped in ten minutes, if you can produce a hand ful of nails. " Well, Mr. Quill, I really never thought 01 this way before !" I should like to know what other way there is ! " Off coat, and at it," is the only way I am acquainted with. " Now you have the fence up, what next ?" Clear off this rubbish. Rake together these stalks of last year's weeds, and burn them. Gather out the thousand and one sticks, and stones, and old shoes. Get a bit of'old cord and mark out some walks. Furnish yonrself with tools, and begin to-morrow morning by sunrise to dig up the ground. I will be ready to give you seeds and plants ; and by this day week, my vrord for it, you will show some circulation in your wan cheeks, and not look so black under the eyes. The only pity is, that you should not have had your peas and beans in ten days ago : but better late than never. When God made man, he placed in his hand the spade and pruning-hook. When God re- stored man to the beautiful earth, after the flood, he promised not to curse the ground any more, 34 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. ana to give seed-time and harvest as duly as day and night. When God spake to man, he conde- scended to use the language of the gardener; for the gentlest invitations and incitements of Holy Writ come to us breathing the odours of the " rose of Sharon," the " fig-tree and the vine," and the " lily of the valleys." And I am fain to believe that in the cool morning hour, when, with devout thankfulness, the father of an humble family, with his little ones about him, gently tills his plot of ground, training his vines, and water- ing his tender herbs, God often condescends in the secrecy of a heart brought into harmony with nature, to whisper words of awful grace. I entreat my friends of the labouring classes to cultivate the earth. I entreat them to take ad- vantage of every little nook of ground about their dwellings. Flowers are the gems of the soil ; we ought to nurture, to gather, and to enjoy them. I shrink from the denaturalized creature who has outlived his childish love of flowers. Better have a gay garden than a gay parlour ; bet- ter keep a bed of tulips than a horse and chaise. " When ages grow to civility and elegancy, men come to build stately sooner than to garden finely ; as if gardening were the greater perfection." So saith my Lord Bacon. THE MECHANIC'S FASHIONS. 35 VII. THE MECHANIC'S FASHIONS. EVERY one is ready enough to cry out against the tyranny of fashion, yet almost every one meekly submits. Here and there, in my daily walks, I fall in with a few elderly men, fellows of the old school, who prefer comfort to appear- ances. You may know them a hundred yards off, by the easy, contented, independent carriage of their bodies, and the fulness and simplicity of their garb. The cut of their coats is not very unlike that of the year eighteen hundred, and their red cheeks would dissolve in a healthy smile if you should speak to them of the reign- ing mode. I am no friend to mere fashion as a directress of life ; she is a capricious sultana who mocks us into disguises, and then punishes us for com- pliance. Who can tell the money out of which she has cheated the mechanics of America ! If we were systematically inclined, we migh* draw up a brief, as thus : I. Fashion in general. II. Fashion in particulars. 1. In dress. 2. In equipage. 3. In furniture. 4. In living. 5. In 36 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. manners. 6. In opinions. 7. In religion. But before I could reach the remaining specifica- tions I might possibly wax wearisome. Let us forbear undue method. FREDERICK FITZ-FRANCIS, in despite of his name, is a haberdasher ; so he used to be called in Cheapside, but in America, where rivers, cata- racts, and names, are bigger than in the old world, he is a dry goods merchant. He is a proper man, and the very mirror of gentility, giving the ray after its third or fourth reflection ; his neck- cloth is immaculate ; his collar pokes beyond his black whiskers, in the precise acute angle which is just the thing. Not long since he chose to call on his neighbour and former friend, THOMAS CHUBB, the carriage-maker, who had recently established himself in a new house. " Well, Chubb," said Mr. Fitz-Francis, " I thought I would look in upon ye." " I am sure you are welcome, Frederick, and I snail be pleased to show you over my new house." " Just what I came for ; but look ye, Chubb, I don't like this arrangement of your court-yard. Nobody in town has such a space laid out in llowers." Here Chubb smiled. " Let us go in. How is this ! Upon my word you can't be furnished yet, in this parlor." THE MECHANIC'S FASHIONS. 37 "Yes, I am ; what's the matter?" " Matter ! Why I don't know, but things have a very odd, unfashionable look." " Perhaps so, Frederick ; I am not a man of fashion, though I sometimes turn out a fashionable carriage. But what is wrong ?" " Why, your chairs are very droll." " Are they ? Just sit in one of them, and tell me whether you find them easy." " Pshaw ! that is not the thing. Hem ah on my word, they are uncommonly easy, but out of date nobody has the like." " Very likely ; they were made in my own shop, and after my own plan, and they are wider, lower, and softer than any chairs in town." " Dear me, Mr. Chubb ! have you not a pier- glass ?" " None, I assure you. If you wish to dress, or look at your whiskers, I have an old mirror in the other room." " Come, come, no drollery : but surely you mean to introduce a centre-table." " Not I," said Chubb ; " I find it irksome to look at a toy-table, with playthings, albums, and little smelling-bottles, standing forever in the way." And he smiled to think that even Mr. Fitz was here behind the fashion. " Well, Mr. Chubb, if you are bent upon 4 38 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. saving and living without expense, pray be con- sistent, and carry matters out. Why have you these oil paintings on your walls ? They must have cost you more than a pier-glass or a claw- foot table." " They did ; and I am not bent on saving. The pictures gratify my taste ; the gimcracks would have been only a tax paid to that of other people. Where money gives me or my frienos real comfort, or innocent pleasure, or solid profit, I grudge it not ; but not a cent in mere aping of others. I wear a high-priced boot, but I take care that it shall not pinch my toes into corns. That sofa, on the other hand, cost me but fifteen dollars, but it is as comfortable as a bed. And that homely piece of furniture which you are eyeing with so much contempt, is an old organ which my wife's father once played on, and which my daughter is beginning to touch quite pleasantly. You perceive I am what the world considers an odd fellow ; but I find independent satisfaction in abstaining from a chase after ever- varying modes. Even you, allow me to hint, are only half-way in the race, and are as ridicu- lous in the eyes of the grandees you imitate, as I am in yours. Come in this evening, and we will show you our fashions in food." THE MECHANIC IN STRAITS. 39 VIII. THE MECHANIC IN STRAITS. HISTORIANS have been busy for several thou- sands of years, but they have not described any one class of men which is exempt from trouble. The most sturdy beggars, in the greatest paradise of mendicity, are sometimes brought to a non- plus. Belisarius, the champion of the wealthiest empire yet recorded, was reduced to beg his farthing. And a European king, in the last century, died penniless in England. K After this becoming preface, we may go fairly to work on our subject. I heartily sympathize with the man who is reduced to want, without his own fault ; especially if he is a man who earns his bread with the sweat of his brow ; and, most of all, if he has to share his sorrow and loss with a confiding wife and helpless children. There are many such, for we meet them in almost every walk, downcast and unemployed ; there are more than we at first suppose, for the greatest sufTerers shun the glare of observation. American mechanics are said to love money, 40 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. and Mrs. Trollope writes, that one cannot hear two Americans talking together for five minutes, without the repetition of the word dollar. Jeremy Bentham makes the same remark of the lower English, except that for dollar he reads beer. Europeans seem resolved to fix on us the charge of loving gold. If this be true in any discredit- able sense, it is so in a sense different from that of the olden time. The money-lover of our day is bad enough, but he is not the miser of old stories. He grasps, but does not hoard. The excitement which drives him on to rapid gains is only one branch of a wider excitement having many branches, characteristic of our time and country, and susceptible of a direction to good as well as evil. The old-time moneyMnaker was a tortoise, und when a storm came he closed his shell. The modern money-maker is a bird of the air ; the tempest drenches, and peradventure stuns him, but at the first laughing sunshine he is again on the wing. Let the mechanic in straits hope strongly for deliverance. Many are now reduced to great difficulties by changes in the commercial world, which they had no hand in producing. In such circumstances, when the father of a family sees the dearest object of his affections brought into want and distress, there is a great temptation to discontent and repining. THE MECHANIC IN STRAITS. 41 This tendency must be resisted ; it never did any good, and it never can. No man ever gained by grumbling. Complaint, recriminations, and even curses, serve neither to make the hunger smaller nor the loaf larger. Stick a pin there, and con- sider. Here is a starting point. Not many hours ago I heard Uncle Benjamin discoursing this matter to his son, who was com- plaining of the pressure. " Rely upon it, Sammy," said the old man, as he leaned on his staff, with his gray locks flowing in the breeze of a May morning, " murmuring pays no bills. I have been an observer any time these fifty years, and I never saw a man helped out of a hole by cursing his horses. Be as quiet as you can, for nothing will grow under a moving harrow, and discontent harrows the mind. Matters are bad, I acknowledge, but no ulcer is any the better for fin- gering. The more you groan the poorer you grow. " Repining at losses is only putting pepper into a sore eye. Crops will fail in all soils, and we may be thankful that we have not a famine. Besides, I always took notice that whenever I felt the rod pretty smartly, it was as much as to say, ' Here is something which you have got to learn.' Sammy, don't forget that your school- ing is not over yet, though you have a wife and two children." 4* 42 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. " Ay," cried Sammy, " you may say that, ind a mother-in-law and two apprentices into the bargain. And I should like to know what a poor man can learn here, when the greatest scholars and lawyers are at loggerheads, and can't for their lives tell what has become of the hard money." " Softly, Sammy ! I am older than you. I have not got these gray hairs and this crooked back without some burdens. I could tell you stories of the days of continental money, when my grandfather used to stuff a sulky-box with bills in order to pay for a yearling or a wheat- fan ; and when Jersey-women used thorns for pins, and laid their teapots away in the garret. You wish to know what you may learn ? You may learn these seven things : "First, That you have saved too little and spent too much. I never taught you to be a miser, but I have seen you giving your dollar for a ' notion,' when you might have laid one half aside for charity, and another half for a rainy day. " Secondly, That you have gone too much upon credit. I always told you that credit was a shadow ; it shows that there is a substance be- hind, which casts the shadow ; but a small body may cast a great shadow ; and no wise man will follow the shadow any further than he can see THE MECHANIC IN STRAITS. 43 substance. You may now learn that you have followed the opinion and fashion of others till you have been deooyed into a bog. " Thirdly, That you have been in too much haste to become rich. Slow and easy wins the race. " Fourthly, That no course of life can be de- vended on as always prosperous. I am afraid the younger race of working men in America have had a notion that nobody could go to ruin on this side of the water. Providence has greatly blessed us, but we have become presumptuous. " Fifthly, That you have not been thankful enough to God for his benefits in time past. "Sixthly, That you may be thankful that our lot is no worse ; we might have famine, or pestilence, or war, or tyranny, or all together. " And lastly, to end my sermon, you may learn to offer with more understanding the prayer of your infancy, ' Give us this day our daily bread. 1 " The old man ceased, and Sammy put on his apron, and told Dick to blow away at the forge- bellows. 44 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. IX. THE MECHANIC'S WI?E. IN America, every mechanic is supposed to nave, or to be about to have, a wife. The many thousands of these spouses are divided into sorts. Thus we have good and bad ; very good and very bad ; unspeakably good and insufferably bad; and as a sort gf par expression toler- able. It is not every good woman who is a good wife ; nor is it every good wife who is a good wife for the mechanic. A working man needs a working wife ; but as to qualities of mind, manners, and morals, she cannot run too high in the scale. There is an error prevalent concerning this. GILES says, " I do not want a wife with too much sense." Why not? Perhaps Giles will not answer ; but the shrug of his shoulders an- swers, " Because I am afraid she will be an overmatch for me." Giles talks like a simple- ton. The unfortunate men who have their ty- rants at home are never married to women of sense. Genuine elevation of mind cannot prompt THE MECHANIC'S WIFE. 45 any one, male or female, to go out of his or her proper sphere. No man ever suffered from an overplus of intelligence, whether in his own head or his wife's. HODGE says, " I will not marry a girl who has too much manners." Very well, Hodge : you are right ; too much of any thing is bad. But consider what you say. Perhaps you mean that a fine lady would not suit you. Very true ; I should not desire to see you joined for life to what is called a " fine lady," to wit, to a woman who treats you as beneath her level, sneers at your friends, and is above her business. But this is not good manners. Real good manners and true politeness are equally at home in courts and farm houses. This quality springs from na- ture, and is the expression of unaffected good will. Even in high life, the higher you go the simpler do manners become. Parade and " fuss" of man- ners are the marks of half-bred people. True simplicity and native good will, and kind regard for the convenience and feelings of others, will ensure good manners, even in a kitchen : and I have seen many a vulgar dame in an assembly, and many a gentlewoman in an humble shed. Nay, your wife must have good manners. RALPH declares, " I hope I may never have a wife who is too strict and moral." Now, my 46 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. good Ralph, you talk nonsense. Who taught you that cant? I perceive you do not know what you mean. Are you afraid your wife will be too virtuous ? " Bless me ! no." Then you rather prefer a moral wife to an im- moral one ? " Surely." Are you afraid, then, of a religious wife ? " Why something like that was in my head ; for there is neighbour Smith's wife, who gives him no peace of his life, she is so religious." Let me hear how she behaves herself. " Why, she is forever teaching the children out of the Bible." Indeed ! And you, Ralph, are an enemy of the Bible ? "O, no! But then ahem there is reason in all things." Yes, and the reason you have just given is that of a child, and, like the child's because, is made to do hard service. But let me understand you. Does Mrs. Smith teach the children any thing wrong T " O, no 1 But plague it all ! if one of them hears Smith let fly an oath, it begins to preach at him." Then you wish, when you have children, to THE MECHANIC'S WIPE. 47 have liberty to teach them all the usual oaths and curses, and obscene jokes that are common. " Dear me, Mr. Quill, you won't understand me." Yes, I understand you fully : it is you, Ralph, who do not understand yourself. Look here. Mrs. Smith is so religious that if she proceeds as she has begun, her children will break their father of his low blasphemies. I hope you may get just such a wife. " But then, Smith can't spend a couple of hours at the tavern for fear of his wife !" Ah ! what does he go to the tavern for ? " Just to sit and chat, and drink a little." And how does his wife interfere ? Does she fetch him home ? " No." Does she chastise him on his return ? " O, no !" Does she scold him then ? " No." What is it then that disturbs him ? " "Why, she looks so solemn and mournful, and shuts herself up so and cries, whenever he is a little disguised, that the man has no satisfac- tion." Good ! And I pray he may have none until he alters his course of life. 48 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. A proper self-respect would teach every noble- hearted American, of whatever class, that he cannot set too high a value on the conjugal rela- tion. We may judge of the welfare and honour of a community by its wives and mothers. Op- portunities for acquiring knowledge, and even ac- complishments, are happily open to every class above the very lowest ; and the wise mechanic will not fail to choose such a companion as may not shame his sons and daughters in that coming age, when an ignorant American shall be as ob- solete as a fossil fish. Away with flaunting, giggling, dancing, squan- dering, peevish, fashion-hunting wives ! The woman of this stamp is a poor comforter when the poor husband is sick or bankrupt. Give me the house-wife, who can be a " help-meet" to her Adam : " For nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote." I have such a mechanic's wife in my mind's eye : gentle as the antelope, untiring as the bee, joyous as the linnet; neat, punctual, modest, con- fiding. She is patient, but resolute ; aiding in counsel, reviving in troubles, ever pointing out the brightest side, and concealing nothing but her THE MECHANIC'S WIFE. 49 owu sorrows. She loves her home, believing with Milton, that 1 The wife, where danger and dishonour lurks, Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, Who guards her, or with her the worst endures." The place of woman is eminently at the fire- side. It is at home that you must see her, to know who she is. It is less material what she is abroad ; but what she is in the family circle is all-important. It is bad merchandise, in any de- partment of trade, to pay a premium for other men's opinions. In matrimony, he who selects a wife for the applause or wonder of his neigh- bours, is in a fair way towards domestic bank- ruptcy. Having got a wife, there is but one rule honour and love her. Seek to improve her understanding and her heart. Strive to make her more and more such an one as you can cor- dially respect. Shame on the brute in man's shape, who can affront or vex, not to say neglect, the woman who has embarked with him for life, " for better, for worse," and whose happiness, if severed from his smiles, must be unnatural and monstrous. In fine, I am proud of nothing in America so much as of our American wives. 5 50 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. X. THE MECHANIC DOING GOOD. THE duties of life are not all of the great and exciting sort. There are many duties in every day ; but there are few days in which one is called to mighty efforts or heroic sacrifices. I am per- suaded that most of us are better prepared for great emergencies, than for the exigencies of the passing hour. Paradox as this is, it is tenable, and may be illustrated by palpable instances. There are many men who would, without the hesitation of an instant, plunge into the sea to rescue a drowning child, but who, the very next hour, would break an engagement, or sneer at an awkward servant, or frown unjustly on an amiable wife. Life is made up of these little things. Accord- ing to the character of household words, looks, and trivial actions, is the true temper of our virtue. Hence there are many men reputed good, and, as the world goes, really so, who belie in domestic life the promise of their holiday and Sunday demeanour. Great in the large assembly, THE MECHANIC DOING GOOD. 51 they are little at the fireside. Leaders, perhaps, of public benevolence, they plead for universal love, as the saving principle of the social com- pact ; yet, when among their dependents, they are peevish, morose, severe, or in some other way constantly sinning against the law of kindness. Why do you begin to do good so far off? This is a reigningerror. Begin at the centre and work outwards. If you do not love your wife, do not pretend to such love for the people of the antipodes. If you let some family grudge, some peccadillo, some undesirable gesture, sour your visage towards a sister or a daughter, pray cease to preach beneficence on the large scale. What do you mean by " doing good" ? Is it not increasing human happiness ? Very well ! But whose happiness ? Not the happiness of A, B, or C, in the planet Saturn, but that of fellow terrestrials ; not of the millions you never see, so much as that of the hundreds or scores whom you see every day. Begin to make people happy. It is a good work it is the best work. Begin, not next door, but within your own door ; with your next neighbour whether relative, servant, or superior. Account the man you meet the man you are to bless. Give him such things as you have. " How can I make him or her happier ?" This is the question. If a dollar will do it, give 52 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. the dollar. If advice will do it, give advice. If chastisement will do it, give chastisement. If a look, a smile, or warm pressure of the hand, or a tear will do it, give the look, smile, hand, or tear. But never forget that the happiness of our world is a mountain of golden sands, and that it is your part to cast some contributory atom almost every moment. I would hope that such suggestions, however hackneyed, will not be without their influence " On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love."* In a season of great reverses and real suffering in the mercantile and manufacturing world, there is occasion for the luxury of doing good. The happiest mechanic I ever knew was a hatter, who had grown rich, and who felt himself thereby ex- alted only in this sense, that his responsibility as a steward was increased. It was sacred wealth, " For God, who gave the riches, gave the heart To sanctify the whole, by giving part."t The poorest man may lessen his neighbour's load. He who has no gold may give what gold cannot purchase. If religion does not make men * Wordsworth's Tintcrn Abbey. t Dryden. THE MECHANIC DOING GOOD. 53 who profess it more ready to render others happy, it is a pretence. We are to be judged at the last by this rule. The inquiry is to be especially concerning our conduct towards the sick, the prisoner, the pauper, and the foreigner. The neighbour whom we are to love is our next door neighbour ; that is, the man who falls in our way. The Samaritan knew this. It* was but a small pittance he gave : the poorest among us may go and do likewise. Do not allow a townsman, or a stranger, or even an emigrant, to suffer for lack of your endeavours. It will cost you little, but it will be much to him. " 'Tis a little thing To give a cup of water ; yet its draught Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips, May give a shock of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours. It is a little thing to speak a phrase Of common comfort which by daily use Has almost lost its sense ; yet on the ear Of him who thought to die unmourned 'twill fall Like choicest music."* Let no one be surprised at my quoting choice poetry to mechanics. Servile boors may stare in amaze ; but the American mechanic is no boor. * Mr. Sergeant Talfourd. 5* 54 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. Who shall dare to say that the poorest journey- man may not reach forth his hand in the garden of the muses ? And who shall deny to the honest labourer the solace of doing good ? It is the best work, in the worst times. Help others and you relieve yourself. Go out, and drive away the cloud from that distressed friend's brow, and you will return with 'a lighter heart. Take heed to the little things the trifling, unobserved lan- guage or action passing in a moment. A syl- lable may stab a blessed hope : a syllable may revive the dying. A frown may crush a gentle heart ; the smile of forgiveness may relieve from torture. He that is faithful in that which is least, is faithful also in much ; and he that is unjust in the least, is unjust also in much. THE MECHANIC'S FOUR TEMPTATIONS. 5-5 XI. THE MECHANIC'S FOUR TEMPTATIONS IN HARD TIMES. OF the city of Trenton there was a plumber, of quiet life and good habits, and his name was SIMON STARK. We met in the market on a fine morning, and talked over the distresses of the times ; for I sometimes go to the seats of justice and legislation, and always take pains to survey the public gatherings. I perceived that Simon was in trouble. He was out of employment, out of money, and out of heart. So sad was his visage, that I thought of him all day, and then dreamed of him at night; and my dream was this. I saw Simon sitting under the light of the new moon, at his back door, which looks into a small garden. The scent of roses and Bermuda grape vines filled the air. He clasped his hands and looked upward. Occasionally, the voice of his wife, hushing to sleep a half-famished child, caused him to groan. Simon was pondering on 56 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. the probable sale of his little place, and the beg- gary of his family. A heavy eloud passed over. A thin silvery haze veiled the surrounding shrubbery. An un- accustomed whispering sound was heard, and Si mon rubbed his eyes and looked up wistfully, From amidst the vapour, a figure dimly seen emerged into the space before the porch, as if about to speak. It resembled a haggard old man. He seated himself near Simon, who shuddered a little, for the visiter was lank and wretched in appearance, and his hollow eye shot out the glare of a viper. Hatred and anguish were blended into one penetrating expression. He trembled as he spoke, and I could now and then catch a word, which seemed to be injurious to the character of various persons. Simon was much moved, and ever and anon clenched his fist, smote his thigh, and muttered, " True, true ! all men are liars all men are oppressors all men are my enemies !" The old man drew nearer, and spoke more audibly : " Simon, you are a discerning person. You have been wronged. The habits of society are tyrannical. The rich grind you to the dust. The poor cheat you and rejoice in your woes. Learn wisdom ; forget your idle forbearance ; r THE MECHANIC'S FOUR TEMPTATIONS. 57 cease from womanish love to the race. They are all alike." Then there was a pause ; the old man moved slowly away, and Simon gazed on vacancy, as he pronounced several times the syllable, hate! hate! hate! How long the reverie would have lasted I know not, but a sweet, fair, cherub-like child, thrust its curled head out of the adjoining win- dow and said, " Father, I have got another verse, ' Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you.' " Simon arose, shook his limbs, and said, " Now I know the tempter ! It is the demon MISAN- THROPY. Begone !" Again I looked, and Simon had aroused him- self, and was looking towards the garden walk, where a tall female form in mourning weeds was approaching with grave and languid pace. She stood over the poor plumber, who shrank from her fascination, for there was an unearthly influ- ence issuing from her leaden countenance, and he seemed benumbed by an indescribable night- mare. She drew from under the folds of her mantle a phial of some black mixture, which she held to his nostrils. His face immediately as- sumed a hue like her own : it was the visage of 58 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. hopeless grief. She said in his ear with a se- pulchral tone : " All is lost ! all is lost ! Think of your wife in a poor-house your dear babes in beggary yourself in a prison. All is lost !" Then there was a pause, during which Simon seemed bowing towards the earth, his face buried in his hands. The phantom's eye lightened with a flash of diabolical joy, as she slipped into his hands a glittering dagger. At this instant the window opened, and the same lovely child, with infantile joy, cried out, " Father, listen to another pretty verse : ' Take, therefore, no thought for the morrow ; for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.' " Simon wiped the cold moisture from his brow, and feebly smiled ; the phantom vanished, and he waved his hand, saying, " Begone, DESPAIR!" I then saw in my dream that the clouds cleared away, and the moon shone pleasantly over all the neighbouring gardens. Simon arose, saying, as he took a turn in the little green alley, " Surely I must have been asleep I will walk in among the flowers, and then I shall not be haunted by these doleful thoughts. He soon found every thing take a more cheerful hue ; and just as he THE MECHANIC'S FOUR TEMPTATIONS. 59 began to recover from his gloom, he thought he heard the footsteps of some one entering the back gate of the garden. He moved in that direction, and met a gentleman in black, with a gold-headed cane, gold spectacles, and gold chain a fair- spoken, bright-eyed man, whom he thought he had seen at one of the banks. Simon was in error, for he had never seen him before. " Mr. Stark ?" said the stranger. " That is my name." " I was passing, and was pleased with the smell of your stock-gilley flowers thought I would look in." ** You are welcome, sir," said Simon, a little surprised. " And since I am here," said the gentleman, " I should like to hear a word or two about the state of money-matters, as I am rather a stranger in your place." Simon gave him the information sought, in- voluntarily mingling some accounts of his own trouble. The stranger listened eagerly ; his eye gleaming with benevolent interest, while he jingled eagles and dollars in his pockets. Then wiping his glasses with a white handkerchief, and settling his stock, he smiled knowingly, and said: 60 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. " Stark, I am glad I came in. I am some years your elder have been abroad know the world long in the East India service three years cashier of a bank some acquaintance with finance. Stark, you are a happy man. 'Tis an ill wind that blows nobody good. Let us go into your house, while I untie these papers, and I'll put you in the way of making your fortune in two weeks. I know your look you are too keen a one to fail of being a rich man, for the sake of any old primer proverbs. Live and let live ; that's my motto." They went in. He opened piles of papers, some of which resembled uncut sheets of bank notes. I could not hear the particulars, but Si- mon's face glowed at beholding a purse of gold which was thrown carelessly on the table. But while the gentleman was mending a pen for Si- mon to write something, a door opened the dear little girl entered with an open book, and asked her father to hear her read the following passage, viz : Proverbs, chapter first, verses 10 19. Upon which the strange gentleman looked for his hat, and vainly tried to pick up the card, on which he had given his address ; he departed with a sul- phurous smell, and Simon read on the card the name of Mr. FRAUD. THE MECHANIC'S FOUR TEMPTATIONS. 61 Simon looked as if he rejoiced at a great escape, while at the same time he was alarmed at being surrounded by such bad company. He therefore opened his closet, and took a draught of ale, and then went to the door to see who had knocked. It was a beautiful woman, and Simon was about to call his wife, but the visiter said, with a voluptuous smile, " No, do not call her ; my visit is to you. Several of your friends have heard of your straits, and have discovered what it is that you want. Could you relieve me from this faintness which has come over me by a glass of wine ?" Simon of course took a glass himself. The lady looked lovelier than ever her cheeks were roses ; her hand was velvet ; her breath was the perfume of the vine. She enchanted poor Simon with a voice of music, and over another glass of wine, into which she sprinkled certain atoms, he began to feel as rich as Astor, as happy as a child. " Why, why," said she, " have you al- lowed yourself to sink in despondency. Live while you live ! A short life and a merry one !" And Simon, with a cracked voice, began to carol, Begone, dull care: when a little sweet voice cried through the key-hole, " Wine is a 6 62 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. mocker." The lady departed, and Simon dashed the decanter to the floor, exclaiming, Begone, INTEMPERANCE ! And I awoke from my dream. THE MECHANIC'S VACATION. 63 XII. THE MECHANIC'S VACATION. IT is supposed that American mechanics work more days in the week than any free men on earth, as it is certain that they effect more in a given time than any slaves. For even where there is no Sunday, working men have many festivals, holidays, and fasts, which give the pre- text for relaxation. In great manufacturing estab- lishments these habits of persevering labour are sometimes impaired by the practice of assigning weekly tasks to the younger workmen ; but in rural districts the cheerful hum of honest toil is heard from Monday morning until Saturday night. We are a busy people, and must ever be so, while high prizes are held out to all alike, and while no caste excludes the labourer from attain- ing respectability as well as affluence. Whether this persistency in hard work has a good moral tendency, is a grave inquiry which I shall leave to more profound heads. As matters stand, the generality of the productive classes have no volun- tary vacations. The lawyer relaxes between his 64 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. lerms; the doctor between his cases, and in healthy seasons. The sallow nervous clergyman flies to Saratoga or Rockaway; the merchant leaves town for the dog-days ; but my neighbour the saddler seems to me to have been at his brisk employment late and early these ten years. Thus it is with multitudes of our mechanics. These are thoughts which have often occurred to me when passing through the towns and villages of Pennsylvania and New Jersey ; and I have mused and calculated how much money these busy bees must have laid up against the season of ice and tempest. Yet I am not sure that I should have alighted on so happy a title as that which graces this paper, if it had not been for the following incident. On a prime day of this leafy month of June, I was passing along that beautiful road which leads up the right bank of the winding Raritan, in a northwesterly direction from New Brunswick. There are few more desirable drives in Jersey. The hills, divested of forest, but clad in herbage, stand high enough to invite the free access of every breeze ; in this resembling the downs of England. It is what Old Burton would call " a cotswold country, as being most commo- dious for hawking, hunting, wood, water, and all manner of pleasures :" and the gentle river sleeps along under the green bank with a quietude which THE MECHANIC'S VACATION. 65 the early Dutch settlers of Somerset must have regarded as paradisiacal. It was the season of clover, and to say that, is to say enough to any man who lacks not the two great senses for vege- table enjoyment. In the corner of a rank field, besprinkled with a million of fragrant flowering heads, and under the shade of a cherry tree, on which the earliest blush of the fruit was visible among the dark green, there sat, or rather re- clined, two travellers. Their light packs lay by their side, and their hats were flung over upon the greensward. One was a man about sixty, the other a mere youth. It does me good, now and then, amidst our business stiffness, to snatcn a scene like this, which half realizes some of the pastoral pictures of my boyish reading. There they lay, as careless as though Adam had never done a day's work, as unaffectedly rural as any vagabond in Gil Bias, or any shepherd in a land- scape of Poussin or Claude. I mean no disparagement to a respectable and indispensable craft, (and ancient withal, for I have before me good authority for declaring that the 44 merchant tailors were completely incorporated in the year 1501, by Henry VII., their arms being argent a tent, three robes gules, on a chief azure, a lion passant regardant, or with this motto, con- cordia parvae res crescunt,") but I at once per- 6 66 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. ceived them to be tailors ; by what free masonry I shall not define. I made free to tie my horse and join company, and before ten minutes had elapsed, I had become well acquainted with their views of that commercial pressure, of which no two men have precisely the same understanding. After having fully learned how well they had thriven, how many dollars they had earned each week, how handsomely they had lived, and how all their hopes had been dashed by the loss of employment, I adjusted my hat, wiped my spec- tacles, and after a few grimaces, such as all lec- turers deem suitable to an exordium, I proceeded to administer a little admonition. I perceive, my good friends, said I, that tinies have begun to pinch you. " Not at all," interrupted the elder, " we are only enjoying the Tailor's Vacation" Bravo ! cried I, forgetting in an instant my pre- vious train of condolence, there is a new idea, which is always worth a day's work to any man. " Not so new, either, with Roger," said the youth, " for he has said the same thing at every green resting-place since we left Somerville." " But good," replied Roger, " whether newer old. I am no Ben Franklin, and never expect to invent any thing to catch lightning, or to be in Congress ; but, for all that, I do sometimes moral- 67 ize a bit, and I see that every thing goes down better with us under a good name. Pressure is well enough, to be sure, aa I can testify when the last dollar is about to be pressed out of me ; but Vacation is capital. It tickles one's fancy with the notion of choice. ' Nothing on compulsion' is my motto. I have often thought that if I were a slave, I should put a good face on it, and strut among my tobacco-hills with a show of good- will." So you keep up your cheer, said I, even in the worst weather ? " Why not ? I am learning a good lesson. Fifteen years have I worked without losing a month by sickness, or a day by dissipation. I have seen others resting, but I have scarcely ever rested. The repose which they got by driblets I am getting by wholesale. I am learning that I have worked too much, saved too little, and made no provision for winter days. It would be a bad state of things in which men could feel sure of being above reverses. The pressure impresses me with a sense of the instability of things. Then it tries my resolution. He who wants content can't find an easy chair. Better days will come,' as my good old mother in the old-country used to say ; I have had sunshine, and perhaps I need the shade. There is a saying of somebody, ' I 68 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. myself had been happy, if I had been unfortunate in time.' It is time enough for Frank here, but he grumbles more than I do ; let him lay up wisdom for the next storm." Sir, said I, it was my purpose to advise you, but I had rather listen. Roger blushed and smiled.. " It is a way I have got," said he, " by talk- ing among my juniors. Being a bachelor, I live among boys, and perhaps I discourse too much ; but I am resolved to turn the best side of my coat outside. And if I live through this pinch, rely upon it I will be more wary. True, it is becom- ing a bad business, and before two days more I shall be like the tailors of Twickenham, who worked for nothing and found thread. But I am learning. Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other. I can dig or plough ; nothing is plentier than land, and my weak chest needs the balm of the country. It is worth some- thing to lie among this clover ; and when I marry I shall have more adventures to tell than if I had grown double over the press-board." After further discourse, I left the cheerful tailor enjoying his vacation. THE MECHANIC'S CHILDREN. 69 XIII. THE MECHANIC'S CHILDREN. LET a group of children be gathered at a school or play-ground, and whether they be rich or poor, gentle or simple, they will coalesce so as to real- ize the most complete levelling theory. If this is true of the very poor, how much more appa- rent is it, when the comparison takes in the off- spring of the well-doing mechanic. Children, take them one with another, are beautiful crea- tures at least in America, nay all the world over. Sir Joshua Reynolds has observed that children, until mistaught, always throw their limbs into graceful attitudes. I trouble myself very little, when I meet a rosy, ingenuous, clean, and happy child, with the inquiry, whether it be aristocratic or plebeian in its origin. John Randolph, of Roanoke, was often in the habit of alluding to certain families, as having no ancestral portraits. Now I question whether the great orator would not have given Bushy Forest, or even Roanoke, for a pair of boys. It is better to have fruit on the limbs, than ever so many dead roots under 70 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. ground. A cluster of merry, healthy boys and girls, is better than a family crest, or old plate, or faded pictures, or a genealogical tree, or the pitiful pride of penniless grandeur. These olive branches around one's table afford good presump- tion of a certain degree of health and virtue ; and are just what the effete patricians of lordly Britain often sigh for in vain. Every now and then some great family goes out, like a dying lamp, with an impotent conclusion. Blessed are those poor men who are rich in children such as I mean ! I plead guilty to the charge of living at the corner of a very narrow alley with a somewhat ignoble name. My window looks upon this humble avenue, which is properly a cul-de-sac. A.t a certain hour of every day it is filled with boys and girls ; for at the further end of it there is a " madam's school." My writing is ever and anon interrupted by the joyous laugh or the scream of ecstasy from these romping creatures : I seldom fail to look out, and am generally as long nibbing my pen at the window, as they are in making their irregular procession through the lane. True, they have pulled a board off my garden fence, and foraged most naughtily among my gooseberries ; but what of that? I have many a time paid a heavier tax for a less pretty sight. THE MECHANIC'S CHILDREN. 71 They are happy : and so am I, while I look at them. Surely nothing can be more graceful or attract- ive than the fawn-like girl, not yet in her teens, not yet practising any factitious steps, and not yet seduced into the bold coquetry and flirting display of the " young miss." Whose children are these? The children of mechanics; almost without exception. Call it not pride in the anxious mother, that she decks these little ones in the cleanliest, fairest product of her needle, and shows off with innocent complacency the chubby face or the slender ankle ; call it not pride, but love. The mechanic's wife has a heart; and over the cradle, which she keeps in motion while she plies her task, she sometimes wanders in musing which needs the aid of poesy to represent it. She feels that she is an American mother ; she knows her boy not only may but must have opportunities of advancement far superior to those of his parents. She blushes in forethought to imagine him illiterate and unpolished when he shall have come to wealth : and therefore she de- nies herself that she may send him to school. What a security Providence has given us for the next race of men, in the gushing fulness of that perpetual spring a mother's heart ! 1 said 72 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. I was proud of our American wives : I am ready to kneel in tears of thankfulness for our American mothers. But let me get back from the mothers to the children. Our future electors and jurymen, and legislators, and judges, and magistrates, are the urchins who are now shouting and leaping around a thousand shops and school-houses. Shall their parents live in disregard of the duty they owe these budding minds ? I am half disposed to undertake a sort of lectureship, from house to house, in order to persuade these fathers and mothers that, with all their affection, they are not sufficiently in earnest in making the most of their children. I would talk somehow in this way. " My good sir, or madam, how old is that boy ? Very well ; he is well grown for his age, and I hope you are keeping in mind that he will live in a different world from that in which you and I live. Bring him up accordingly. Lay upon him very early the gentle yoke of discipline. Guard him from evil companions. Save him from idleness, which is the muck-heap in which every rank, noisome weed of vice grows up. Put work into his hands, and make it his pleasure. Make him love home ; and by all means encourage him to love his parents better than all other human beings THE MECHANIC'S CHILDREN. 73 Allow me to beg that you will not fall into the absurd cant which some people, parrot-like, catch and echo, against book learning. Determine that this fellow shall know more than ever you have known ; then he wilt be an honour to your de- clining years. Keep him at a good school ; re- ward him with good books ; and he will one day bless you for it. I know men in our legislature, who were brought up to hard work, and are now very rich ; but they cannot utter a single sentence without disgracing themselves by some vulgar expression or some blunder in grammar. They know this, but have found it out too late. They feel that their influence is only half what it might have been, if their parents had only taken pains to have them well taught. Now look ahead, and give your child that sort of fortune which no re- verse in trade can take away." It is a great and prevalent error, that children may be left to run wild in every sort of street- temptation for several years, and that it will then be time enough to break them in. This horrid mistake makes half our spendthrifts, gam- blers, thieves, and drunkards. No man would deal so with his garden or lot ; no man would raise a colt or a puppy on such a principle. Take notice, parents, unless you till the new 7 74 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. soil, and throw in good seed, the devil will have a crop of poison-weeds before you know what is taking place. Look at your dear child, and think whether you will leave his safety or ruin at hazard. THE MECHANIC'S CHILDREN. 75 XIV. THE MECHANIC'S CHILDREN. WHAT ! more about the children ? Yes ; for they are to be the men of the coming age ; and he has looked but drowsily at the signs of the times. who has not discerned that these little ones are to act in a world very different from our own. The question is, shall we prepare them for it? These pauses in business, these cloudy days of distress, are given us for some end ; perhaps as intervals of consideration. Let us then con- sider the ways and means of making something out of these beloved representatives of our very selves. Let us build something of the spars that float from our wreck ; this will be our best speculation. " Let us know, Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do fail ; and that should teach us There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will."* Sit down among your little children, and let me say a word to you about family-government. We * Hamlet. 76 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. good people of America, in our race for self- government, are in danger of not governing our- selves. Our lads grow up insubordinate finding out to our and their cost, that " it is a free coun- try." An English traveller could find no boys in the United States ; all being either children or men. The evil is undeniably on the increase. Parents are abandoning the reins ; and when once this shall have become universal, all sorts of govern- ment but despotism will be impracticable. Take that froward child in hand at once, or you will soon have to be his suppliant rather than his guide. The old way was perhaps too rugged, where every thing was accomplished by mere dint of authority ; but the new way is as bad on the other side : no man is reduced to the necessity of choosing an extreme. We often visit houses where the parents seem to be mere advisory attendants, with a painful sinecure. Let such hear the words of a wise Congressman of New Jersey, and a signer of the Declaration: "There is not a more disgusting sight than the impotent rage of a parent who has no authority. Among the lower ranks of people, who are under no restraints from decency, you may sometimes see a father or mother running out into the street after a child who has fled from them, with looks of fury and words of execration ; and THE MECHANIC'S CHILDREN. 77 they are often stupid enough to imagine that neigh- bours or passengers will approve them m their conduct, though in fact it fills every beholder with horror." I am afraid none of us need go many rods from home to witness the like. What is commonly administered as reproof is often worse than nothing. Scolding rebukes are like scalding potions they injure the patient. And angry chastisement is little better than oil on the fire. Not long since, I was passing by the railroad from Newark to New York. The train of cars pursued its furious way immediately by the door of a low " shanty," from which a small child innocently issued, and crossed the track before us just in time to escape being crushed by the loco- motive. We all looked out with shuddering, when lo ! the sturdy mother, more full of anger than alarm, strode forth, and seizing the poor in- fant, which had strayed only in consequence of her own negligence, gave it a summary and violent correction in the old-fashioned, inverse method Inference : parents often deserve the strokes they give. Implicit obedience and that without question, expostulation, or delay is the keystone of the family arch. This is perfectly consistent with the utmost affection, and should be enforced from the beginning, and absolutely. The philosopher 7* 78 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. whom I cited above says of parental authority : ' I would have it early that it may be absolute, and absolute that it may not be severe. It holds universally in families and schools, and even the greater bodies of men, the army and navy, that those who keep the strictest discipline give the fewest strokes." Some parents seem to imagine that their failures in this kind arise from the want of a certain mysterious knack, of which they con- ceive themselves to be destitute. There is such a knack ; but it is as much within reach as the knack of driving a horse and chaise, or handling a knife and fork, and will never be got by yawn- ing over it. Not only love your children, but show that you love them ; not by merely fondling and kissing them, but by being always open to their ap- proaches. Here is a man who drives his child- ren out of his shop, because they pester him ; here is another who *s always too busy to give them a good word. Now I would gladly learn of these penny-wise and pound-foolish fathers, what work they expect erer to turn out, which shall equal in importance the children who are now taking their mould for life. Hapless is that child which is forced to seek for companions more accessible and winning than its father or its mother. THE MECHANIC'S CHILDREN. 79 You may observe that when a working man spends his leisure hours abroad, it is at the ex- pense of his family. While he is at the club or the tavern, his boy or girl is seeking out-of-door connexions. The great school of juvenile vice is the STREET. Here the urchin, while he " knuckles down at taw," learns the vulgar oath, or the putrid obscenity. For one lesson at the fireside, he has a dozen in the kennel. Here are scattered the seeds of falsehood, gambling, theft and violence. I pray you, as you love your own flesh and blood, make your children cling to the hearth-stone. Love home yourself; sink your roots deeply among your domestic treasures ; set an example in this as in all things, which your offspring may follow. The garden- plant seems to have accomplished its great work, and is con- tent to wither, when it has matured the fruit !M-, ,.f. ...,,,.,. ,, .,. ,,,. ./} ;;^'f- XVI. THE MECHANIC'S DOG AND GUN. NOTHING can be more natural, than that a man of sedentary and confined pursuits should feel a strong attraction to sports of the field. It has been so in all countries and in every age. The freedom of traversing the open country, in fine weather, with a sense of leisure, and the buoyant excitement of expected trophies, has something which enchants a mind at ease. And it cannot be denied, that when taken in moderation, the amusement and exercise of the sportsman are highly productive of vigorous health. The Amer- ican, restrained by no game-laws, and enjoying a state of social confidence, which in most cases prevents any vindictive action in cases of tres- pass, is led to exercise his prerogative ; hence many addict themselves to this recreation, who have no great taste for its labours. There is something independent and athletic in the pursuit of game, and this is particularly en- chanting to those who are most of their time con- demned to employments within doors, which THE MECHANIC'S DOG AND GUN. 87 afford little active exercise to the limbs. It is the same principle which fills our volunteer companies with working men ; the great majority, and the most zealous members, are commonly from trades which are the least manly. When a boy has a fowlingpiece on his shoulder, and a trusty dog gamboling before him, he feels exalted into man- hood ; and we are all children of a larger growth. After all, these field-sports are not to my mind. I am not prepared to denounce them as cruel and iniquitous, or to debar the young mechanic from all indulgence in them ; but they are seductive pleasures, and in our region bring in their train some very undesirable consequences. If a man is an indifferent marksman, it is a poor business, producing little fruit, and much weariness and chagrin ; and many days must be expended be- fore great dexterity can be attained. If, on the other hand, one is what Miss Sinclair calls " a horse-and-dog man," he becomes engrossed in the pursuit, and neglects his business. To say truth, I cannot now call to mind any mechanic remarkable as a good shot, or very successful in bagging game, who was not at the same time dis- tinguished for indolence in his proper calling, or for some frivolity of manner, or looseness of habits. Every fair day yields a temptation to forsake the shop for the field. The enthusiasm 88 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. of the chase must be high to ensure success : and when high it scarcely admits of sudden checks. One day of capital sport is no more satisfactory than one glass of exhilarating liquor ; it incites to another experiment ; and thus I have known days and weeks squandered by men whose business was languishing at home. The dog and gun introduce the young man to strange companions ; and the more, as his skill makes progress. In evefy town or village, there are found a number of prime fellows, who have learned all the capabilities of the Joe Manton and percussion cap, and are very Nimrods in the field. Such persons naturally become the patrons and oracles of the inchoate sportsman. Such a worthy I have known for many years, and his influence has been only evil upon two or three generations of amateur fowlers. NED NicHOLWas a watchmaker in some ancient day ; for he is now on the wrong side of sixty. His ruinous house has a wing which is never opened to the street; the closed windows used to show an array of watches and silver spoons, but he seldom enters it except to deposit his accou- trements, or to file and tinker at the lock of his gun. Around his door one seldom fails to see three or four setters or pointers, duly trained, and for laziness fit emblems of their master. All THE MECHANIC'S DOG AND GUN. 89 other faculties in Ned's nature seem to have been absorbed by the faculty of following game. He has ceased to pique himself on his ability ; it has become an instinct. No doubt he could load and fire in his sleep ; as indeed I knew him on one occasion to bring down a woodcock while he was falling over a broken fence. Ned is sometimes descried in the dun of the morning sauntering forth in a shooting-jacket of many colours. His appointments, like the Indian's, are for use, not show. His game-bag is capacious, and as he despises the coxcombry of patent flasks and chargers, he has slung around him a gigantic horn, which he has decorated in a whimsical manner. Two or three dogs are playing in circles before him, and evince far more life than their leader. Ned's impulse is pure love of sport and of the fields. The wilderness of swamps and glens has been his Paradise. What he bags is never talked about or offered in the market. He is of course a venerable character in the eyes of all young fowlers. As a dog-trainer he is un- rivalled, and this secures him the attendance of a group of gaping loungers, who consign to him the education of their puppies. When-a crazy fire- lock labours under some almost immedicable dis- ease, it is carried to Ned ; and hence, on a summer's noon, when he sits under his great 8* 90 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. shady willow washing his gun or worming his dogs, he is sure to be encircled by inquirers. The shadow of this tree is his dispensary. Strange to say, though everybody recognises Ned Nichol as a good-for-nothing knave, it is the ambition of a score of would-be sportsmen to imitate and accompany him. The young me- chanics who follow him at humble distance, need only raise their eyes to His tatters and his tangled locks, to behold what they will become, if their idle aspirations prove successful. The wise mechanic will scorn to be a poor shot and dread to be a good one. The passion for this sport becomes a mania, and ruins multi- tudes. It does not admit of partial devotion ; it cannot be indulged for mere hours, but for whole days, and for day after day. Then how paltry a sight is it to see a full-grown man coming home weary at night, with a few poor robins, a half- grown squirrel, and a solitary snipe slain on the ground ! It is a far different thing in a wild, hunt- ing country, where there is abundance of deer and wild turkeys. Here the use of the rifle becomes a necessary means of livelihood, and the pack of hounds is an indispensable part of one's stock. Not for a moment would I throw into the same class the fowler of our Atlantic towns and the frank hunter of the West. There is something THE MECHANIC'S DOG AND GUN. 91 at once picturesque and sublime in the fortunes of these frontier men ; and their sports are lordly. But there is something inglorious in the grave pursuit of tomtits. Shooting-matches, where a number of harmless pigeons are let out to be scared to death by the competing heroes, in some green meadow, with liquors and refreshments spread under the trees, are scenes of rude clamour, and usually end in drunken brawls. I scarcely know why, but it is an unquestionable fact, that great attachment to the dog and gun is usually coupled with other loose pursuits. The famous sportsman is some- times a black-leg, and often a tippler. Other flasks than those for powder are wont to sticK out of the shooter's pocket. To be brief and candid if you desire the reputation of a thriving artisan, avoid that of a capital shot. THE AMERICAN MECHANIC XVII. THE MECHANIC'S MORNINGS. " Falsely luxurious, will not man arise And, leaping from the bed of sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent morn, To meditation due and sacred song." THOMSON. IT was Franklin, if I mistake not, who uttered the adage, " If a man lie in bed late, he may trot after his business all day, and never overtake it." There is no class of men concerning whom this is more true than mechanics. Indeed, it is so generally received as a maxim, that any working man's character for thrift is gone if he is not an early riser. In regard to mere enjoyment, it is something to add an hour or two of conscious existence to every day of life. It matters not whether we make our days longer, our years longer, or the sum total of days and years longer: in each case life is by so much prolonged. By making this addition at the better end of every day, we gain much in the quality of what is redeemed. An hour before breakfast is commonly worth two THE MECHANIC S MORNINGS. 93 afterwards. The whole day is apt to take the colour of the morning. There are certain things which, if not done early in the morning, are likely to be left undone altogether. Late risers are usually indolent. " Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty." Late rising is also conjoined with slovenliness in every kind of performance. The luxury of early rising is a mystery to the uninitiated. People of quality deny themselves the very choicest portion of a summer day. " Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds." What can be lovelier than the aspect of nature at sunrise, during the season of flowers ? No man knows any thing about the music of birds who has not heard their performances between dawn and sunrise. No man appreciates the un- bought odours of the vegetable world, who has not quaffed them at this hour. Let any one who has been so unfortunate as to keep his bed at this enchanting season of the day, henceforth amend his habits. He will find himself in a new world. The current of his thoughts will flow more healthfully and purely. After rising early, I have often thought that I was in a better humour with myself and others all the succeeding day. This is the suitable time for planning out the day's 94 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. work. No thriving man can live without method and foresight ; and these are but names, where indolence robs us of the day's prime. Every man of business knows how idle it is for a master to indulge in sleep in the expectation that his subordinates will at the same time be diligently employed. The duty of making the most of every day should be inculcated on children. Let the habit be well fixed, and it will never leave them. Whatever may be the change in their circum- stances, and however they may affect more deli- cate fashions, they will never be able to forget the elasticity and fragrance of their boyish morn- ings : nor ever prefer the sickly damps of a hot bed to the refreshing breezes of dawn. Under another head I will give an instance or two of surprising attainments in learning, made in early hours redeemed from sleep, by labouring men. In every thing that concerns the mind, the morning is invaluable. After the repose and corroboration of sleep, the spirits are new-made, and the faculties act with twofold alacrity. Hence the ancient proverb, Aurora is a friend to the Muses. On this account, I would venture to commend to mechanics the practice of getting all their pecuniary accounts into proper order be- fore breakfast. It is well known that many in- THE MECHANIC'S MORNINGS. 95 dustrious and sober men get behindhand in their affairs, simply because their books become de- ranged. This derangement frequently arises from the great hurry of business during the day, which prevents a leisurely settlement. Where a man is not much versed in arithmetic and book- keeping, these settlements are somewhat serious affairs, and cannot be duly performed at a counter among customers, or in the hum of a busy shop. Let the master-mechanic rise an hour earlier than is usual, for this very purpose. He will then have unbroken time for his accounts ; and will be able, with great satisfaction, to enter on the day's work, with the feeling that his papers and books are in a good state. A little of this every morning will soon make itself felt ; constant dropping wears away the rock. This practice is immensely better than that of leaving this ugly job until night, when there is an urgent tempta- tion to neglect it altogether. I need not say that the practice of posting one's books on Sunday is at once profane and injurious. Let me quote Milton ; for it is a part of my creed, that the great masterpieces of human genius are a part of the working man's inherit- ance. Some one had spoken of the poet's morn- ing haunts: he replies with just indignation: " These morning haunts are where they should 96 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. be, at home ; not sleeping, or concocting the sur- feits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring, in winter often ere the sound of any bell to awaken men to labour or to devotion ; in summer as oft with the bird that first rouses, or not much tardier, to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught." For the same, or other purposes, such as our business may render important, let us shake off slumber, and enjoy the happiest hours of the twenty -four. The influence of early rising upon health may have been overrated by zealots, yet none can deny the great salubrity of the practice. Too much sleep is relaxing to the animal fibre, and instead of rendering one less drowsy through the day, is often observed to induce a lethargic state of mind and body. Early rising presupposes good hours at night ; and these afford a good se- curity to health as well as morals. It is too often the case, that young mechanics, after a day of hard work, give themselves the license of passing many hours of the night in street-walking, ca- rousing, or tavern-haunting. There is one class of duties still to be men- tioned, which demands the proper use of the morning hours ; I mean the exercises of devo- tion. The cry echoes every morning from the THE MECHANIC'S MORNINGS. 97 turrets of Mohammedan mosques, Prayer is bet- ter than sleep ! Prayer is better than sleep ' The man, whether rich or poor, who never com munes with God and with his own heart, lives like a brute. Natural religion may suffice to teach us that our first thoughts are due to God. In this connexion, one cannot but be reminded of the brilliant passage of the Shakspeare of preachers : " When the sun approaches to- wards the gates of the morning, he first opens a little eye of heaven, and sends away the spirits of darkness, and gives light to a cock, and calls up the lark to matins, and by-and-by gilds the fringes of a cloud, and peeps over the eastern hills, thrusting out his golden horns, like those which decked the brow of Moses, when he was forced to wear a veil, because he himself had seen the face of God ; and still, while a man tells the story, the sun gets higher and higher, till he shows a fair face and a full light, and then he shines one whole day."* Amidst the fragrance and sabbath quiet of morning, all nature allures us to serious and thankful consideration. When the beautiful face of the world, refreshed by the moisture and the coolness of night, bursts once more upon our view, it is a dictate of every good feeling within * Jeremy Taylor. 9 98 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. us, to elevate our hearts to our Creator and Re- deemer. The devout and rational soul will say : " Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail ! universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil, or concealed, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark." THE MECHANIC'S FRIENDS. 99 ' .) j \>t ' " '. XVIII. THE MECHANIC'S FRIENDS. IT is a wise direction of a certain philosopher, that every man, as he advances in life, should contract new friendships among men younger than himself. The reason is obvious. Every year lessens the circle of our youthful coevals, and the old man often finds himself going down the hill of life absolutely bereft of every friend of his boyhood. We must therefore do what we can to repair these wastes, and indemnify our- selves for those heavy losses. A celebrated poet has given us a memorable verse on this subject : Poor is the friendless master of a world! But this is only the voice of all history, philosophy, and song, as well as of the proverbs of all ages and nations. One of the loveliest productions of the most eloquent of Romans is on the subject of Friendship ; and when we moralize, we are all apt to harp on the same string. The mechanic needs, no less than other men, the solace and profit of friendly connexions ; and 100 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. yet I fear the value of this treasure is sometimes overlooked in our hurry to gain wealth. The love of money being a root of all evil, produces a great harm in this very direction. It is a selfish pas- sion ; and all selfish passions narrow and sear the heart. Therefore it is, that we look more readily for warm friendships in the simple scenes of rural and pastoral society. Let me indulge my humour by recording sketches of two very dissimilar characters. There Avas a thriving silversmith in our village in years gone by. He was a moral and industrious man, and a clever workman ; so that he rapidly gather- ed a little property, sufficient to make him com- fortable for life. HARPER, for so I shall call him, was a bachelor, and had no kinsfolk in our neigh- bourhood but a mother and two sisters, with whom he resided. He was regular in his engage- ments, and punctual in every part of business. You were sure to meet him at a certain hour at market and at church. But it was observed that he never appeared in company. His walks were always solitary. He visited nobody ; and nobody visited him. So it continued to be, year after year, until he became a grey-headed man. Yet he was said, by those who sometimes called on his family, to be pleasant enough in his own house. I never heard a whisper of any unkind- THE MECHANIC'S FRIENDS. 101 ness between him and his mother or sisters. Still he was a friendless man. Without being posi- tively surly, he was selfish. He had his pleasures and his pains all to himself. True, he hurt no one ; but he helped no one. As well might he have lived on Crusoe's island, for any contribu- tion that he made to the stock of social enjoy- ment. Harper was not a misanthrope ; yet he had no tenderness for his fellow men. He confided no- thing to them, and he sought not their confidence. The next-door neighbour might be sick in bed, but Harper visited him not. He seemed to in- dulge a proud independence, and to seek nothing so much as to be let alone. This will not do in such a world as ours. The trait is unamiable, and, I doubt not, usually meets with a retribution in Providence. As Harper grew older, his habits became more rigid. He had enjoyed the kind offices of his female relations so long, that he had forgotten that they were not immortal. His aged mother died. This gave him a severe shock, but did not alter his habits ; he only clung more closely to the survivors. After a few years, the younger of his sisters married and removed to the West. The brother and remaining sister were now inseparable ; but at length this sister fell into a decline, and finally died. Poor Harper had 9* 102 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. made no provision for such a state of things. He had become rich, but his wealth could not brighten his long melancholy evenings. He was friend- less ; even if he had been willing to seek new alliances, he had outlived the ductile period when friendship takes its mould. His latter days were cheerless ; he sank in hopeless melancholy ; and when he died, I presume there was no human creature who felt the loss, even for a moment. I gladly change the subject, foi the sake of in- troducing another mechanic, JOSEPH RITSON. Joseph is still living, and with as much enjoy- ment of life as any man I have ever known. He also is industrious and successful, but after another sort. His maxim has been that of Solomon : "He that is a friend must show himself friend- ly." Joseph is one whom you would sooner love than revere. He has marked faults, but they are on the side of frankness and generosity. If any inhabitant of our village should be asked, "What man of your acquaintance has most friends ?" I doubt not the unhesitating reply would be, " Joseph Ritson." Several sets of apprentices have issued from his shop, to all of whom he stands almost in the relation of a father. He has made it his business to seek out promising young lads, and help them on in the world. In every one of these lie will THE MECHANIC'S FRIENDS. 103 find a fast friend. No day passes in which he may not be seen going with a hearty, open coun- tenance into the houses of the neighbours ; and his face always carries a sort of sunshine with it. His own house is the abode of hospitality. In- deed he has harboured more travellers, and lodged more strangers, than any man I ever knew. There is not a poor family in our neighbourhood who is not acquainted with him. When any one is sick, Joseph is sure to find it out, and to be on the spot before the minister, and often before the doctor. Whenever a man falls into trouble, he resorts, by a kind of instinct, to Joseph Ritson. In consequence of this temper, he is, I confess, often imposed upon ; but what then ? he has vastly more enjoyment than if he never made a mistake. Business crowds upon him rather too fast, for he is executor to half a dozen estates, and is really overladen with other people's affairs. But then he has his reward. Man is made for affectionate intercourse. Joseph is always en- joying the genial flow of kindly emotions. Every day he feels the warm grasp from hands of those whom he has befriended. As he advances in life, he will find himself surrounded by those who love him, and who will be the friends of his children after him. Besides this, he possesses the un- THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. speakable satisfaction which arises from the exer- cise of true benevolence. I trust these lines will not be altogether lost upon young mechanics. They should early learn the value of real friendship ; not that which is cemented by association in vice, and always ruin- ous ; nor that which springs from indiscriminate and jovial intercourse ; but such as is the fruit of wise selection, founded on cordial esteem. 1 would say to the young man fail not to have a small circle of true friends. Choose your own companions, and do not allow yourself to be the intimate of every one who may choose you. Be- ware of immoral comrades. The man who is not true to his own conscience, will never be true to you. Shun the man who has even once been guilty of falsehood. Cultivate no friendship over strong drink. " Make no friendship with an angry man, and with a furious man thou shalt not go ; lest thou learn his ways, and get a snare to thy soul." Be slow in choosing a friend, but once chosen do not forsake him for slight faults. One friend of your boyhood is worth a dozen of later growth. And make it your purpose to stand by a friend to the very last drop of your blood. THE MECHANIC'S CHANGE OP TRADE. 105 i XIX. THE MECHANIC'S CHANGE OP TRADE. THERE is something in the homespun philo- sophy of UNCLE BENJAMIN which always secures my attention. Rude as it is, it has that strength which is often wanting in schools and books. Uncle Benjamin has never read Lord Chester- field, and, therefore, has not learned how exceed- ingly vulgar it is to use a common proverb ; in- deed, these concentrated morsels of wisdom, handed down from father to son, form a consi- derable portion of his discourse. Poor Richard is his favourite author, and if his son Sammy has not become a ripe proverbialist, it is his own fault. I regret to say that Sammy is sadly destitute of thrift. Being disappointed in the trade to which he was brought up, he has been thinking of a change to some other business. But no sooner did the old man hear of this freak, than he hobbled over to his son's as fast as his legs and staff would carry him, and without ceremony opened the business thus : 106 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. " Ah, Sammy, so you are going to break ground in a new place, and begin life over again !" " Why, yes, father : I make out so poorly at my trade, and the times are so hard." " Let the times alone, Sammy. They will be as bad, I dare say, for your new trade. The fault is not in the horse but the rider: not in the trade but the tradesman. You will run through many callings before you outrun lazi- ness. Look about you, and see if you can find one man who has bettered himself by forsaking his business. We have many such ; jacks-of-all- trades and masters of none. You know the old saw, ' the rolling stone gathers no moss.' My advice to you is, to go forward in the road you are in : it is waste of life to open a new road and take a fresh start every few years." " But, father," said Sammy, " the times are altered, and there are new chances for rising in the world. A great many of my acquaintances are growing tired of being little country-mecha- nics. I am not alone in my notions." " Perhaps not, Sammy. If all fools wore white caps, we should look like a flock of geese : most of our working men seem bitten by the gadfly of change. But they may turn and turn, and gain nothing until they change their habits. THE MECHANIC'S CHANGE OF TRADE. 107 With a good trade, good health, good habits, and a good wife, any man may grow wealthy. But pray what is to become of a man's seven years' apprenticeship, when he goes into a new busi- ness ? Would you throw this into the sea ?" " O, no, father ! That would be all loss, if I were going to slave it again at the anvil ; but I mean only to superintend the work of others." " That indeed !" cried the old man. " I begin to see your drift. You are going to leave a trade to which you were bred, for one of which you know little or nothing. You are going from an old business, in which you have to work with your own hands, to a new one in which you ex- pect to play master. And are you so green, Sammy, as to think it requires no skill to oversee the work of others ? Look at our gentlemen- farmers, when they come out of the cities, and see in what style they superintend the work. No, no ! take an old man's word for it, unless yon stick to your last, you may expect to go barefoot. One may decant liquor from vessel to vessel till there be nothing left. Let well enough alone. You have every tiling but perseverance ; now have that. Remember the epitaph, I was well took physic and here I am.' I have often heard it said, that three removes are as bad as a fire : it is as true of trades as of tene- 108 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. ments. Remove an old tree and it will wither to death. To make such a change is at best but bartering certainty for hope. Your bright pros- pects may turn out like those of the country- mouse: you remember the fable." The conversation of the old man put me on a recollection of the cases which have occurred in our own neighbourhood, and I believe uncle Benjamin is in the right. I have seen the rise and progress of some hundreds of working men. Where they have stuck to their business, observ- ing economy, and adding little to little, they have in almost every case arrived at comfortable sub- stance. On the other hand, where they have been restless and versatile, even though these changes seemed to be for the better, they have, usually, lost all, and died beggars. In this free country, mechanics are not bound down by legal restrictions to the trade which they have learned, but may exchange one line of business for an- other, at their pleasure : and there are many temptations to do so, particularly when the times are unfavourable. It is the more necessary, there- fore, to inculcate the principle that, as a general rule, perseverance ensures success, and change brings disaster. Men of lively genius often grow weary of the dull routine of business, and are tempted to forsake the beaten track upon new ad- THE MECHANIC'S CHANGE OF TRADE. 109 ventures; while your dull plodding fellows are laying a foundation for lasting wealth and useful- ness. Hence the erroneous adage, that fortune fa- vours fools. Sparkling qualities and elastic enter- prise are not always coupled with practical wis- dom. Let me give the name of RUPERT to a man whom I formerly knew. His case is that of hundreds. He was indented to a harness-maker, with whom he served his time without any re- markable occurrence. He was considered very clever in his trade, and lived with his first em- ployer about a year as a journeyman. At the end of this time, he thought fit to leave his former calling, in order to open a shop for the sale of glazed leather caps and similar articles. Having little capital and less perseverance, he had not been more than a twelvemonth in this occupation, before papers were seen in the windows, purport- ing that the stock was selling off, &c., and shortly thereafter the house was closed. For several weeks Rupert walked the streets, in the manner usual with those who do nothing because they cannot pay their creditors. When I next ob- served him, he was again labouring as a journey- man, but this did not last long, as he soon ap peared among us as the agent of a line of stage- coaches. After acting his part for a few months 10 110 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. in this vocation, he was enabled by one or two of his friends to set up a shop for ready-made clothing ; and we really thought he was about to manage prosperously. But his unstable temper again betrayed him. Just about this juncture, certain new resources were developed in the water-power of our creek, and several mills and manufactories were enterprised. Rupert became a partner in a paper-making establishment ; was once more embarrassed ; sunk in the stream ; and after a suitable time, arose upon the surface in the new character of a lottery-agent. This gambling employment finally mined him. It brought him into acquaintance with idlers, sports- men, and black-legs. He became well known upon the turf. His whole appearance and dress were changed, for it may be observed that sport- ing cnaracters strangely choose to be conspicuous. When I saw him last, he was on his way to Long Island races. He wore a white hat, plush vest, green broad-tailed, single-breasted coat, with fancy outtons, coloured stock ; and had a whale- bone wand in his hand, a paltry large ring on his finger, and a would-be cameo, as large as a half- dollar, on the soiled bosom of his striped shirt. Every feature and every motion indicated uneasi- ness and drink. How was this catastrophe to have been avoided ? THE MECHANIC'S CHANGE OF TRADE. Ill The answer is simple : by sticking to the shop. Keep your shop and your shop will keep you. The patriarch Jacob gives his eldest son a very had name : " Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel."* It is the character and the lot of many a young mechanic. There are some employ- ments which seem to lie open as snug harbours for those who have failed of all other ports. They are occupations which are supposed, whether truly or falsely, to need no foregoing apprenticeship. In country villages, it is too common to imagine that any man is fit to be an apothecary, though our very life may depend on a druggist's knowledge of pharmacy, and though more than one has sold arsenic for magnesia. Most men have talents sufficient for vending con- fectionary or old clothes. Tavern-keepers are seldom such as have been bred to the craft; though our best hosts are certainly those who bave grown up in the bar. The same may be said of bar-keepers, booking-clerks, and travelling agents. The hawkers, and other travellers who go about so importunately with subscription-pa- pers, pictures, German- silver spoons, or cheap books, wrapped up in greasy pocket handker- chiefs, have all seen other days, and would even now do better, if they would return to their proper * Gen. x lix. 1. 112 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. calling. The worst of it is, this is the last thing they ever think of doing. Who was ever known to re-marry a divorced wife ? The only safety is in dogged perseverance. Industry and time will wear away all the little disquietudes which prompt to change. THE MECHANIC IN CELIBACY. 113 Of*' t'Mf "i.'l ,* ttii -i--' w'-'n.rv i ; . . *..;,){;, XX. THE MECHANIC IN CELIBACY. WITHOUT going to the extreme of him who compared an old bachelor to the odd half of a pair of snuffers, I have always looked upon this specimen of human nature as something out of the way, and pitiable. To the honour of mechanics, be it said, that they are more rarely in celibacy than men of other callings. He who works hard for his living finds abundant evidence that it is not good for man to be alone. Nevertheless, we now and then fall in with a veteran bachelor even among this class. As I am persuaded that truth is more attractive than fiction, all the world over, I will gratify my fondness for portrait by giving a half-length of my old acquaintance LUKE PEAR- MAIN. Luke for I love to be particular is a last- maker, and learned his trade in a shop in Tooley street, within stone's throw of the old London bridge ; now, alas ! no more. He has room enough for a single man, for besides a front-shop, back- room, kitchen, and shed, he has two good 10* 114 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. chambers and a garret. Moreover, he owns the house, and about an acre of land appurtenant to it. The reader has observed the tendency in all Benedicts towards punctuality, nay punctilio. They get a set, and crystallize in a rigid form. Luke is the most regular of men. Long since he has ceased to feel the need of severe labour, so that it is only by fits and starts that he works in his shop ; indeed he has few calls, and the windows are half the time closed. He is by no means an extreme case, and I select him as a fair average specimen. On Sundays he is one of the earliest at church, whither he repairs exactly once a day, and de- posits in the proper receptacle exactly one cent. No eloquence ever thawed him into an enlarge, ment of his charity. He is six feet high, erect, and spare in figure, with a rough, healthy ruddi- ness on his cheeks ; and as he has that sandy hair which wears best with time, he shows not a gray lock, though he must be above sixty. In his apparel he is scrupulously clean, and his coarse shoes are well polished ; but the cut of his gar- ments is antique. His carefulness and ease of motion are such that dress lasts with him a long time. His brown surtout with metal buttons has appeared every Sunday for ten years. A tailor not long since pointed out to me a summer coat THE MECHANIC IN CELIBACY. 115 upon Luke's back, as an article which he had himself made twenty years ago. This honest man is* not at all morose or snap- pish in his salutations or discourse ; he is only particular. Yet living by one's self engenders selfishness, and a man must have a warm heart, if it is not congealed by forty years of bachelor- hood. Luke buys little, and gives nothing, though he sometimes has money to lend. He has few visiters, and makes no calls, except at a few shops. He has a housekeeper, with whom he sometimes takes a formal drive, on a fair after- noon, in a gig which looks as if he might have made it himself, drawn by a bony horse, whose age nobody knows. But he is evidently very shy of the woman, and never manifests any recog- nition of the existence of children, unless they make undue noise about his door. His sitting- room is decorated with an old map of London, and a print of Westminster Abbey ; and I have seen him reading Tristram Shandy with his spectacles on. If any grave person now inquire what the moral of all this may be, I reply, it is not a fable but a true description. Yet it has its moral, and this I shall humbly endeavour to unfold. I scarcely ever meet Luke Pearmain without re- 116 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. fleeting on the advantages of happy wedlock His staid and precise demeanour cannot altogethei mask a certain unsatisfied air which he always carries with him. Luke is not happy. Natural dispositions may be greatly stunted in their growth, but cannot be altogether eradicated : and when the social principles of our nature are suppressed, it is at a great expense. The process is gradual, and cannot be perceived in youth, but its effects are very manifest in a course of years. No man can go on through a long period, caring only for himself, without having many of the generous and nobler sensibilities of his nature deadened. It is often thought that a bachelor escapes many of the vexations of life. So he does ; but at the same time he loses some of its most excellent lessons. He has no sick wife, with whose re- peated sorrows to condole ; but it were better for him if he had. Tears of conjugal sympathy are blessed in their softening effects on the heart. He has no children to give him perpetual anxiety ; but if he had, he would find his best affections enlarged and clarified by flowing forth among beloved objects. An old man, without wife or children, is like an old leafless trunk ; when he dies, his memorial is gone forever ; he has none to bury him, or to THE MECHANIC IN CELIBACY. 117 represent him. Look at Luke Pearmain. His long evenings are dreary, and he hastens to bed ; thus constraining himself to rise before cock-crow. What a different sight is witnessed next door. There is old JOHN SCUDDER, quite as old a man, and much feebler, as well as poorer ; but ten times happier. He has had many a buffeting with hard times, has lost one eye, and followed four chil- dren to the grave ; but see him on a winter's evening ! The very remembrance of the scene does me good. There he sits in his stuffed arm- chair, by the glowing grate ; his wife knitting by his side ; his children around him at their books or work ; his grandchildren climbing up his knees ; or in the summer twilight, as he smokes his pipe under the oak-tree before his door, and chats with every old acquaintance. Even beggars learn that they fare but ill at the doors of bachelors. Domestic troubles teach us to be compassionate. When a man so narrows himself as to present scarcely any mark for the shafts of adversity, he commonly lessens his be- nevolence in the same proportion. Besides, who can calculate the effect produced on the mind, manners, and heart of any man, by the intercourse of many years, with a gentle, loving, virtuous woman ? In fine, there is no greater token of the 118 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. prosperity of America, than the facts that all things around us conspire to encourage early wed- lock ; that among our yeomanry marriages are seldom contracted for money ; and that we have our choice among thousands of the loveliest and purest women in the world. THE MECHANIC'S TABLE. 119 XXL THE MECHANIC'S TABLE. LET me say a word about the mechanic's meat and drink. Here there are two extremes to be avoided, namely those of too little and too much And first of the first. It may seem strange that any man should need to be cautioned against too meager a diet ; yet such is really the case, in consequence of the fanatical hoax of certain grandame writers on Hygiene, and certain errant preachers turned quacks. Every one who is ac- quainted with the environs of London, has heard of the " Horns of Highgate," which used to be kept at each of the nineteen public houses of that suburb. There, in ancient limes, the wayfaring man used to be " sworn on the horns," that he would not eat brown bread while he could get white, unless he liked the brown best ; nor drink small beer while he could get strong, unless he liked the small the best. Among the " old ale knights of England," there were none who could not safely take this oath ; but we have changed all this ; and the American doctrine, among a cer- 120 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. tain class, is, that white bread is poison, and flesh an abomination. Many a man, whose mouth waters for a savoury chop or steak, is, by the stress of humbug, kept upon a lenten regimen for year after year, living on bran bread and vegetables. The mischief is greatest among those who need the sustenance of generous viands work- ing men, and often invalids, to whom, in this land of plenty, a kind Providence has given an abundant variety of flesh and fowl. Some good people, having had their consciences schooled awry, believe the slaughter of animals to be akin to murder. They have, in their reading of Scrip- ture, omitted the grant made to Noah: "Every moving thing that liveth shall be meat for you ; even as the green herb have I given you all things." Gen. ix. 3. The entrance of one of these modern Pytha- gorean teachers, to the kitchen or table of a me- chanic, produces the same effects as the wand of a certain doctor in Sancho Panza's island. Among pallid young ladies the system has great vogue ; as also with dyspeptical matrons, and hypochon- driacs of all classes. The converts profess to return to natural food, and eschew all artificial preparations. Swift must have had them in his eye when he said of a former race of herb-eaters, THE MECHANIC'S TABLE. 121 " I am told many of them are now thinking of turning their children into woods to graze with the cattle, in hopes to raise a healthy and moral race, refined from the corruptions of this luxu- rious world." In seriousness, let me dissuade every man who values his health, from trying experiments on so delicate a subject as the human constitution. The experience of many centuries has sufficiently evinced the fitness of a temperate animal diet to preserve our powers in good order. Many gene- rations of sound and stalwart meat-eaters have lived to a good old age. The learned physi- ologist, Dr. Pritchard, has shown by numerous examples, that the nations which subsist wholly on vegetable food, cannot compare in robust health and muscular strength with the rest of mankind ; and any one who has seen a tribe of the South Western Indians, who live exclusively on flesh, will find it hard to believe that it is a deleterious article of food. I plead only for a judicious mixture, and against the senseless clamours of charlatan lecturers. It merits the particular consideration of work- ing men, that in the statistical reports rendered to the Parliament of Great Britain from the manu- facturing districts, the want of proper animal food is mentioned as a chief source of infantile 11 122 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. disease, scrofula, and premature decrepitude. N> work on philosophy, as connected with diet, has received a more deserved popularity than Dr. Combe's treatise on " Digestion and Diete tics." This able physician and sound philoso- pher writes thus : "As a general rule, animal food is more easily and speedily digested, and contains a greater quantity of nutriment in a given bulk, than either herbaceous or farinaceous food." And again he says of vegetable sub- stances: "to a person undergoing hard labour, they afford inadequate support." He also main- tains, with our countryman Dr. Beaumont, that the reason of this is to be sought in the " adap- tation of animal food to the properties of the gastric juice provided by nature for its solution." But I am beginning to talk too much like a doctor. The wise mechanic will be careful to provide for his family and workmen a sufficiency of such food as is in season, provided the experience of the country declare it to be wholesome ; without joining in a crusade against any accredited article of diet. Providence has given to us, in great profusion, both the fruits of the earth and the beasts of the field ; let us make a temperate use of these bounties. I would banish from the table the intoxicating glass, but at the same time THE MECHANIC'S TABLE. 123 would welcome the rich variety of good things which adorn our American market. I am now ready to pass to the other extreme, namely, that of too much. This, it will be readily acknowledged, is by far the more com- mon. As it regards animal food, there is surely a golden mean between eating too much and eat- ing none at all. There is no civilized nation which devours more flesh than our own. While the peasantry of Europe have meat on their ta- bles, in some countries about once a month, in others about once a week, the labourers of the United States indulge in animal food every day, and often at every meal. This is greatly over- doing the matter ; and the stimulating effects of such excess is witnessed in the inflammatory and febrile disorders which prevail. Besides, it is common for men who work hard to eat by far too much of what is set before them. " Intemperate eating," says Professor Cald- well, " is perhaps the most universal fault we commit. We are guilty of it, not occasionally, but habitually, and almost uniformly, from the cradle to the grave. For every reeling drunkard that disgraces our country, it contains one hun- dred gluttons persons, I mean, who eat to excess, and suffer by the practice. Like the ox in rich pasture-ground, or the swine at his swill- 124 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. trough, men stow away their viands until they have neither desire nor room for any more." This gorging of the stomach probably slays as many as strong drink. And this eating too much arises, in great measure, from a practice which is unfortunately a disgrace to our whole nation, I mean eating too fast. This prevents necessary mastication, and of course healthful digestion. It carries the eater far beyond the point at which the natural appetite cries, Enough. It renders the cheerful meal a rapid and almost brutal feed- ing. " Nowhere," says Dr. Combe, " does man hurry off to business so immediately as in the United States of America, and nowhere does he bolt his food so much, as if running a race against time. The consequence is, that nowhere do intemperate eating and dyspepsia prevail to the same enormous amount." Even the philo- sophy of epicurism might teach us, that we alto- gether miss the exquisite savour of morsels which are swallowed in such inordinate haste. When the mechanic comes in to his meals, he should regard the hour as devoted, not merely to being/erf, but to gentle repose after labour, social relaxation, and deliberate intercourse with his family. How different the scene, when a gang of men and boys, at the sound of bell or horn, rush into the eating-room ; seize upon the nearest THE MECHANIC'S TABLE. 125 dishes with ravenous violence ; hurry through their intemperate repast with the silence and ferocity of beasts ; while each, as soon as he has stayed the rage of hunger, dashes out of the apartment, unrefreshed and overloaded. To the mechanic's wife belongs the task of spreading the frugal meal in cleanliness and order. Much of the comfort of home depends on these minor arrangements ; nay much of the husband's attachment to his own fireside has this source. The white and well-laid cloth, the bright knives and other implements, the scrupu- lous neatness of every dish, and the delicate grace of tidy arrangement, when coupled with smiles and good humour, can give a charm even to " a dinner of herbs." But as I look into the dining-rooms of my neighbours, I sometimes see another sight ; the table thrust against the wall ; the cloth rent, and stained, and scanty, and ill- spread ; the knives mottled with rust ; the dishes huddled together; and all that is to be eaten heaped up at one view. To the mechanic's wife, I would say, " Pray you avoid it." 11* 126 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. XXII. THE MECHANIC'S MUSICAL RECREATIONS. IT can scarcely be denied that we are not a musical nation. We have no popular ballads ; and what we call our National air is a burlesque, and always sung to ludicrous words. Listen to the snatches of songs which resound in the streets, and you will find them to be, in nine cases out of ten, not traditional lays, rich in ancient associa- tions, but fragments of the last play-house airs, and for the most part senseless buffooneries, such as " Billy Barlow," " Jim Crow," or " Settin' on a Rail." Yet I do not despair, having strong faith in the possibility of reforming even National tastes. There is a taste for music in our people ; and here we have a foundation for our structure. In half our shops there is some musical instrument; and even though nothing but horrid discord is ex- tracted from the ill-tuned fiddle or cracked flute, the very attempt shows the existence of a natural desire for the pleasures of melody. If our me- MUSICAL RECREATIONS. 127 chanics would only go about the work in the right way, they might soon arrive at exquisite enjoy- ment. Two errors are to be avoided ; first, the supposition that music is a luxury beyond the reach of busy men ; secondly, that proficiency may be attained without any instruction. There is so much musical capacity in our population, that in every village there might be, within a twelvemonth, a respectable band or orchestra. Where the experiment has been tried, this has been abundantly evinced. Several of the best bands in our cities are at this very moment com- posed of young working-men. But then let it be carefully observed, that musical skill does not come by inspiration. It is the fruit of labour, and of labour directed by some competent instructer. There lives very near to my abode a young apprentice, who has for about a year been play- ing, or rather working, on a violin. The youth is clever enough to learn, and his instrument is decent ; but I am persuaded that, in the way which he now pursues, he may perform for ten years without ever being able to execute a tune. His instrument is never in tune, and as he system- atically scrapes upon two discordant strings at the same time, the constant effect is not unlike the filing of a saw. He has begun at the wrong end ; 128 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. for I am persuaded that in two weeks I could put him in the way of becoming a very tolerable per- former. In this, as in other things, some prelim- inary instruction is necessary ; and in music, more than in most pursuits, the first blow is half the battle. If five or six young men would ap- point an hour, bring their instruments, and for a few months play together under an experienced leader, they would be enabled to proceed even to the intricacies of the art, and would secure to tnemselves a satisfaction, of which they can now scarcely form a conception. In Germany, music is taught in the schools as an indispensable part of common education. The reading of musical notation is learned even in the snow-covered huts of Iceland. In traversing the continent of Europe, the traveller finds at most of the hotels, bands of musicians from the neigh- bourhood, who play while he is at his meals. Every festival, whether national or religious, is graced with music. Serenades, from the same class of persons, are heard every night in the streets. Music echoes from shops and boats and harvest fields. Some of the best performances of Mozart's difficult pieces are said to proceed from the privates of Prussian regiments. It may be stated, as a general fact, that every house in Ger- MUSICAL RECREATIONS. 129 many and Switzerland has some musical instru- ment. In the vicinity of Geneva, a friend of the people succeeded in exciting such a zeal for na- tional music, that I have known two thousand persons to be collected for the mere purpose of practising patriotic songs. It is scarcely needful to speak of Italy, or of the gondoliers of Venice. The street-music of that country might compare with our best performances here. Dr. Burney, a fastidious judge, speaks of having heard master- ly execution in the streets of Brescia, from a com- pany of the inhabitants ; and he names the instru- ments, which were two violins, a mandoline, a French horn, a trumpet, and a violoncello. I once stopped at a German settlement of no great size, where I was invited to hear some music at the house of a mechanic. Here a small com- pany performed, vocally and instrumentally, al- most the whole of Haydn's Creation. The master of the house, a blacksmith, more than sixty years old, took the first violin. His aged wife, in spectacles, gave us a vocal part. The eldest son, a joiner from a neighbouring village, sat down at a Leipsick piano-forte, on which, after having tuned it, he then executed with great skill the whole accompaniment. Several young men and women filled the remainder of the score. 130 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. A boy, five years of age, was pointed out to me, as beginning to play on the violin. Upon inquiry, I found that there was not a house in the town ' without a piano-forte, or some keyed instrument. The recollection of this evening's entertainment has often occurred to me as illustrating the happy influence of music upon domestic life and social habits. If you would have your young people to love home, induce them to cultivate music. It will beguile many a winter night, which might otherwise be spent in far different and more ques- tionable pursuits. I would seriously recommend to such young working-men as have any fondness for music, to look a little into the state of this matter among our more respectable German emigrants, or in the Moravian settlements in Pennsylvania. That which, among us, is a luxury imperfectly enjoyed by the rich, is among them the free inheritance of the yeomanry. There are few pleasures cheaper, more innocent, or nearer home. The best instrumental music in our great towns is pro- duced by the aid of foreigners. I have scarcely ever listened to more entrancing harmony than that afforded, not long since, in our village, by a gtrolling band of eight very common-looking Germans. A few years ago a party of emigrants MUSICAL RECREATIONS. 131 encamped for the night upon an eminence aoout half a mile from my residence. About dusk, we were surprised by the most delightful sounds wafted across the valley from these humble so- journers. It appeared to be their evening hymn, accompanied by horns. The effect was inde- scribable. The drift of all these remarks is to induce me- chanics to cultivate music. I would, however, go a step further, and say, that the subject is one of so much importance in a national and moral point of view, that public-spirited men should attempt some concerted action for the encourage- ment of latent genius among the people. In Paris there was instituted, several years ago, a company of instrumental performers, wholly from men in mechanical employments, numbering more than a thousand. When I last heard of them, prizes were about to be distributed to the greatest proficients. Without aiming at any thing gigantic or chimerical, we may still do something in furtherance of this object. For ex- ample, in our own town and village, we may take pains to gather the scattered talent already exist- ing, thus forming an association of such as have some measure of skill. These persons may be placed under the direction of the most advanced 132 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. musician among them, and may have stated meet- ings for practice. I have seen wonders wrought in this way. It is scarcely to be believed, before trial, how rapid is the progress of a company, as compared with that of a solitary player. And there is so great a charm in orchestral music, even though the performers do not exceed ten or a dozen, that little more will ever be needed than a beginning. Further, something may be done to reduce the price of instruction in instrumental music. So long as it comes to us with the tax of a luxury, it cannot diffuse itself. This end would soon be gained, if we should open the door to some of our worthy German musicians. A class of fifteen or twenty, at a low rate, might support some honest foreigner who is now starv- ing. But the greatest reform is needed in private families. Parents and employers might accom- plish the work, if they chose. But the truth is, they set no proper value on music, either as a pleasure, or a moral instrument. Their boy may whistle, or sing, or drum, or twang the jew's-harp, if he choose ; but it no more enters their heads that music is a thing demanding any countenance or supervision, than that they should regulate the matter of hoop and ball. I am very sure that if I could duly represent to the apprentice who MUSICAL RECREATIONS. 133 reads these lines, how much refined and con- stantly increasing satisfaction he might derive, without any expense, from the cultivation of this art, he would not rest until he had advised with a teacher, bought an instrument, and deliberately entered his name as a musical scholar. 134 TBE AMERICAN MECHANIC. XXIII. THE MECHANIC'S CLTTBS. IN a free country, the tendency to association for mutual benefit is very strong. Hence the great number of societies, clubs, unions, and other fraternities, for intellectual improvement, for political discussion, for defence, or for relief in sickness. The fascination of such alliances is so great, that young mechanics are often drawn in, before they are aware, to connexions, mea- sures, and expenses, at once unjustifiable and ruinous. In times of pressure, ignorance is sure to impute every calamity to the designs of malig- nant persons sometimes the government, some- times corporations, sometimes capitalists and em- ployers. It is thus that the cholera, in various unenlightened countries, has been ascribed to the arts of enemies. Under embarrassments and want, the sufferers cling together, and combine in associations for mutual defence ; and in some cases these combinations remain long after their original work has been done. We have become THE MECHANIC'S CLUBS. 135 too familiar with " trades' unions" and " strikes" to need any special explanations. These asso ciations, in the long run, fail of their professed aim ; partly by encouraging conviviality, and withdrawing great numbers of men from regular work ; partly from the fact, that employers, being few in number, can act in better concert, and being possessed of some capital, can stand out in resist- ance longer than the other party. From a careful observation of the way in which this thing works, I am inclined to advise every young mechanic to hold himself aloof from all entangling alliances of the kind. Not long since, I met with the wife of a me- chanic whom I had formerly known. Observing, her to be in great want and distress, I inquired into the causes ; upon which she gave me, in substance, the following history. " My husband (John Glenn) worked in * * *", at the hatting business, in the employ of a Mr. Jones. He gave such satisfaction, that Jones put him into a decent house which he owned, allow- ing him a number of years to pay for it, and thus securing the continuance of his services. This suited both parties, and we were very happy in our little dwelling, until the hard times came. At this time we had more than half paid for the 136 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. house, and had a nice garden with abundance of fruit. Mr. and Mrs. Jones were very kind, and I really felt as if we were fixed for life. John seemed to get along comfortably enough, though we certainly had to use great economy ; but at length his acquaintances began to put other no- tions into his head. They were determined to have higher wages, and declared that John should unite with them in their Union. He was as de- sirous as any one for higher wages, but then he had been well treated by his employer, and was in his debt, and therefore felt that it was against his real interest to join with them. He held out a long time, and was one of nine or ten who con- tinued at the manufactory after all the others had struck for higher wages. But they ridiculed and even persecuted him. There was scarcely any shameful name which they did not call him. They used to come in by dozens, and laugh at him, saying that he was a coward, a sneak, and a deserter, Mr. Jones's man Friday, and his * last apprentice.' In fact, they goaded him so much, that at last he threw up the game, and united in their combination. I was always against this ; but, in such matters, a woman's advice goes for very little. Often, I assure you, I have shed tears to see him parading through the streets with THE MECHANIC'S CLUBS. 137 their procession and flags, or paying money to their union, when I knew that we had not a whole loaf for our dear little children. And then he used to come home at nights from their meetings, not exactly drunk, but in a state of excitement which was very new to him. " Matters grew worse and worse, and we were brought nearer to absolute beggary than I had ever been in my life. After a while we began to see that we had been too hasty in condemning our employers ; for we observed that they were as little able to help themselves as we had been ourselves. Mr. Jones was obliged to shut up his large factory ; and, as for us, we were on the brink of starvation. Our hearts were too full for much talk ; and we spent many a sad day without saying a word to one another about our affairs. At length John declared that this could last no longer, but that he must look for work somewhere else. We sold part of our little fur- niture, and went to Philadelphia. Here we had so little encouragement, and lived so poorly, that one of our children died, and John was taken down with a fever, which lasted nine weeks. When he recovered, he told me that all hope of getting a support in this part of the world was at an end. He is now on his way to Cincinnati, to 12* 138 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. seek employment, and I am returning with our two remaining children to * * *, to see whether I can keep them alive among our former friends by taking in washing." I am persuaded that this is the unvarnished history of many a mechanic's family, during the last year ; and, also, that in many cases the evil has been greatly aggravated by rash connexion with clubs and combinations. The temptation to drink, to which this good woman alluded, is very common in most of these associations. When men without employment, and under strong passion, meet together in large numbers, they seldom fail to indulge in the use of liquor ; and here it is that some lay the foundation of in- temperate habits for life. Idleness, the parent of all vice, is inseparable from such connexions ; arid the whole system tends directly to produce irregularity of life and sullen discontent. There are clubs and societies of other kinds, which might be mentioned as pertaining to the life of mechanics. Debating societies are popular in some parts of the country. They have a cha/m for young men of active minds, because they cultivate the social feelings, yield a sort of intellectual pleasure, and give opportunity for the excitements of public speaking. Such clubs THE MECHANIC'S CLUBS. 139 might be turned to good account; but in practice they are often found to be deleterious. As they frequently meet at taverns, the transition is too easy from the debate to the bar. The subjects discussed are apt to be those of party politics ; and these are treated in most instances with asperity and heat. The leading members of these societies, not content with exercising the rights of freemen, are prone to fall into the cur- rent of factious turbulence, to the neglect of their proper business. You will seldom find a noted politician among working men who is not un- thrifty in his trade. It is pleasing to observe, however, that there is still another description of club or society, of which the influence is purely beneficial. I refer to those associations which have for their object the mental improvement of their members in knowledge and morals. There are many such connected with the town and village Lyceums of our country. Where these are conducted in an orderly way, and especially where they are con- nected with lectures, experiments, libraries, and reading-rooms, they cannot be too strongly re- commended. It is to be wished that every young mechanic should be a member of some such institution. Their influence upon friendly 140 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. feeling is very benign. They afford a delight- ful recreation after the labour and tedium of the day. They draw their members away from the temptations of the tavern, the dance, and the circus ; and they enrich the mind with the best of all worldly wealth, true knowledge. Yet even here I would be jealous of every thing which encroaches on the sanctity of the domestic circle, or breaks the flow of neighbourly fellow- ship. These associations become evil so soon as they keep any man perpetually away from his wife and children, or preclude the kindly inter- change of visits between friend and friend. On this topic I must be allowed to repeat what I have said elsewhere, that the tendency of the age is adverse to the genial glow of old-fashioned social intercourse. In former days, neighbours spent a large part of their evenings in mingling with one another, and these pleasant, homely visits, ce- mented alliances which endured as long as life, and friendships which descended from father to son. There were lovely winter-evenings, " when this auld cap was new." But now, the chief as- semblages of our young men are in the club, the bar-room, or the streets. If no other evil re- sulted, the necessary consequence is, that during all the time thus spent, they are debarred from THE MECHANIC'S CLUBS. 141 the humanizing influence of woman. I am ready to maintain that a society without female com- munion tends to barbarism. In a word, let us so regulate our associations that they may not in- vade the sacred intercourse of domestic and social life. 142 XXIV THE MECHANIC ABOVE HIS BUSINESS. " I HAVE often heard," said UNCLE BENJAMIN " that puss in gloves catches no mice. And this has been very much in my mind lately, when 1 have observed how great is the ambition of our young sparks to be thought gentlemen." " Surely, father," said Sammy, " you have no objection to a man's dressing himself decently ?" " Not at all, Sammy ; a man may be as decent, tidy, and even elegant as you please ; but all in its proper place. I often hear people asking why Sunderland, which is one of our oldest villages, thrives so little ; and I always answer, because the master-workmen are never in their shirt- sleeves. You may see them at their shop-doors in Sunday trim before they have got their third apprentice." " Then, father, you would have a man always in his apron." " Not at all, Sammy, I say again. When I was a lad, we made ourselves smart every even- ing ; on Saturday nights we took a little foretaste THE MECHANIC ABOVE HIS BUSINESS. 143 of Sunday ; and when Sunday came, every man was rigged out in his best; and a very pretty sight it was, I assure ye, to see an old-time beau his hair in powder, prettily clubbed plated stock- buckle ditto for knees and shoes small-clothes and white stockings and posy in the bosom. " But then we earned it fairly by hard knocks. In working-hours there was no play ; and no man was ashamed of labour. But now-a-days there .is a great rage for being over-genteel. I often spy a rich waistcoat and gold chain under a butcher's frock, and see young mechanics twid- dling their ratans in the street, when they ought to have their coats off." " But you will allow that a man may do a good stroke of work with a clean shirt and decent vest ?" " Very good ! perhaps he may in some sorts of business. Let every man be as neat as his work will allow ; but a collier will have a black face, and he is a poor carpenter who makes no chips. But I am thinking of more than mere dress. Too many of our working-men are ashamed of that which is their honour, namely, their trade. When they appear in Broadway, they wear gloves, and ape the coxcombs who never do any thing." " Father, father," said Sammy, " I am afraid 144 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. vou would have mechanics reduced to an inferior caste, who must never rise, but forever look up to the richer folks as the lords of creation." " There you mistake me greatly, Sammy. I am an old mechanic. Many a long year have I wrought at a laborious employment. I am for giving every man a chance to rise. I honour an industrious working-man. I think nothing more honourable than honest labour ; and because I think so, I don't like to see a man ashamed of it. Let me tell you a story. " About a year ago, I was returning in the stagecoach from Philadelphia, where I had been to see your uncle Isaac. Next to me sat a young man, who did not recognise me, but whom I at once knew to be a shoemaker in Second street. He took his seat with an air, and looked the gentleman. Every thing was fine ; kid gloves ; spectacles ; watch in a little pocket almost under his arm ; underclothes with a perpendicular aper- ture ; white sole-straps ; gold-head.ed switch. I perceived that his plan was to ' sink the shop.' Poor fellow ! I wished to teach him a lesson, be- cause I had known his father ; so I gave him line for a while, and sat mum, while he talked largely of what the Philadelphians consider the property of each and every citizen Fair Mount Laurel Hill Girard College the new gas-lights the THE MECHANIC ABOVE HIS BUSINESS. 145 big ship. Not a word about trade, but much of * Councils,' election, politics, the Great Western, and the theatre. As the company was very com- plaisant, he grew more easy, and at length usurped most of the conversation. At a good pause, I ventured to put in my oar, and asked, ' Can you tell me, sir, how Spanish hides have been sell- ing ?' He looked at me hard, and said, ' Not ex- actly, sir ;' and hastened to talk of something else. ' Pray,' said I, ' do you know whether this business of importing Paris shoes has turned out well for the 's in Walnut street?' He coloured a little, pulled up the angles of his collar, and said, ' Not being in that line, sir, you must excuse me for not knowing.' He was uneasy, but not quite convinced that he was found out, and went on talking quite largely about the ship- ping business. I thought I could come a little nearer home by another inquiry, so I said gaily, ' Allow me to ask you whether good old Mr. Smack sticks to the last ? I remember the day when he could finish his pair of boots with any man in Jersey.' This was wormwood ; for he knew in his heart that Mr. Smack was his own father ; yet as he was not even yet quite sure that I was apprized of the connexion, he replied with some confidence, though with a red face, ' Mr. Smack ? ah yes the old man ; he has no 13 146 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. been in active business for several years.' I should perhaps have been content with going thus far. had not young Mr. Smack launched out in a strain, more affected than ever, of very absurd discourse about playhouse matters. As it was, inasmuch as I never was ashamed of being a me- chanic myself, I knew no reason why he should be ; so at the earliest rest in the conversation, I said, ' Mr. Smack, I am pleased to see that you keep up the old business : a very pretty stand that of yours in Second street ; and if you please customers as well as your good old father did, I can engage for your success.' This speech settled my man. He turned several colours ; the pas- sengers exchanged looks and smiled ; and at the next watering-place Mr. Smack went outside and made the rest of the journey on the box." " I can't help thinking," said Sammy, " that this was a little illnatured in you, father. The thing is this. We live in a land of liberty and equality : we are looked down upon as labourers, and twitted as mechanics, ' snobs,' and so on. It is very natural, therefore, that a man should try to escape these sneers, and put the best foot fore- most." " But hold, Sammy ; I agree it is natural and right to escape from contempt ; but take the right way to effect it. What is the right way? Cer- THE MECHANIC ABOVE HIS BUSINESS. 147 tainly not by being above one's business, or try- ing to ' sink the shop.' For this is saying that you are yourself ashamed of your calling ; where- as you ought to be proud of it. Why conceal a thing, unless you think it a disgrace ? Can you expect other men to respect that which you de- spise yourself? There is no surer way of bring- ing honest industry into contempt, than by using low shifts to avoid the appearance of labour. If you wish the public to respect your vocation, show that you respect it yourself." Such was the advice of this veteran mechanic to his son ; and I verily believe there is sound wisdom in it. It is very common to find the very same persons complaining that they are looked down upon, who encourage the contempt by seeming ashamed of that which is their honour. After some years of careful observation, I have never seen a mechanic above his business, who did not meet with mortification where he sought respect ; and I have never seen a working-man, however humble his sphere, who lost any con- sideration in society by frankly appearing in his real character, and laying his own hand to the task whenever it became needful. The working- men of America constitute a powerful and in- creasing class, and should do nothing to betray a doubt as to their own respectability. 148 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. XXV. THE MECHANIC IN SICKNESS. THERE are, at any given moment, more scenes of heart-touching grief among the humbler classes of society, than are ever dreamed of by the gay and opulent. It is one thing to sigh over the pictured sorrows of a romance, and another thing to enter among the realities of human suffering. In the latter case, we have to do with the naked, and often loathsome evil, without deduction, and without qualifying refinements. Not long since, my business led me to visit the family of a young mechanic a few yards from my own lodgings. He was a journeyman printer, who had known fairer days : as had also his wife, a very young woman of little more than twenty years. This couple, with two infants, occupied a confined room in a third story. Some of my readers know that such is the habitation of many a larger household ; and when favoured with employment and health, there may be true comfort even in such a spot. But the case was here far different. At my first entrance, I felt THE MECHANIC IN SICKNESS '49 that I was inhaling the noxious air of a sick room. The apartment was kept much too warm by an unmanageable old stove, upon which were simmering, in one or two earthen mugs, various simples, imagined to be suitable to the patient. The fumes of these, and the atmosphere of a chamber which could never be duly ventilated, made the place oppressive in the extreme. In one corner, upon a sorry bed, lay poor JAMESON, haggard and wan, and plainly labouring under a violent pulmonary affection. The hectic spot upon the cheek, and the painful respiration, too clearly showed the nature of the malady. The hand which he languidly extended, on my en- trance, was husky and hot, and I could feel the throb of the angry arteries, even without touch- ing the wrist. His eye was lighted up with that peculiar glow which accompanies such visita- tions. Near the bed, the pale and sorrowful wife, while she held her husband's hand, seemed at the same time to be making fruitless attempts so to arrange the tattered clothes as to conceal the meagerness of the covering. A puny child was hiding its face in her lap, and another was asleep upon the floor. But few words were needed to let me into the extent of their disasters. During the earlier summer they had enjoyed health, and 13* 150 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. found ample employment. But the decline of business threw Jameson out of work ; and as he had never earned enough to justify any savings, the end of the season found him almost penni- less. Just at this juncture, an unavoidable expo- sure occasioned a cough, which settled on his ' lungs, and left him in the state I have described. At first they called in a physician, but finding that this was an expense beyond their means, and that his prescriptions were of little avail, they had abandoned this reliance. They were with- out friends, or a single acquaintance except the inmates of the house, who treated them with vulgar indifference. When I proceeded to inquire more closely into their circumstances, the poor woman burst into lamentation, and begged me not to press the sub- ject, lest the excitement should be too much for her husband ; while I could perceive the eyes of the sick man himself filling with scalding tears. Indeed, it would be hard to imagine a wretched- ness more abject. At that very moment they were without a mouthful of food. For the sick man it was not needed ; and the heroic self-devo- tion of the wife seemed to raise her above the ordinary cravings of nature ; but she admitted that her heart was breaking with the cries of her little ones for bread. THE MECHANIC IN SICKNESS. 151 As I pursued my solitary way homeward, sad- dened by what I had beheld, my gloom was in- creased by the reflection, that even then, and in that single town, there were doubtless many re- petitions of the same scene ; and that the number of these must necessarily be increased upon the access of a severe winter. If, therefore, I could write a line which might serve to prevent or alle- viate such burdens, I thought the effort would not be undesirable. Among working-men, who " live from hand to mouth," sickness is a sore calamity; and on an examination of statistical tables, I find that on an extended computation, the average num- ber of sick days in a working-man's year is far greater than I had imagined. The late pressure and present embarrassments in commerce cannot fail to make themselves felt, by their operation on the mind. " Of the causes of disease," says a judicious English physician, " anxiety of mind is one of the most frequent and important When we walk the streets of large commercial towns, we can scarcely fail to remark the hurried gait and care-worn features of the well-dressed passengers. We live in a state of unnatural ex- citement ; unnatural, because it is partial, irre- gular, and excessive. Our muscles waste for want of action ; our nervous system is worn out by excess of action." We may add, that in 152 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. many trades there is an excess in both sorts of action, and the body is worn away by labour while the mind is exhausted by despondency. If, then, disease is so sore a calamity to the working- man, it were greatly to be desired that every such person should be in some measure familiar with the laws of his animal constitution, and by all pos- sible means should guard against the decay of his animal powers. But, inasmuch as sickness is unavoidable, with even the wisest precautions, there are one or two considerations which every mechanic should ponder, with reference to what has been hinted above. First, Frugality and economy should be used in time of health, in order to lay up something for time of sickness. Disease is most oppres- sive when it is conjoined with poverty. Though a money-loving, we are at the same time an improvident, race. Many good and thrifty ar- tisans lay up nothing. I know men now in ab- ject want, who, a few months ago, were earning each his twenty dollars a week. What can such men do to resist the sudden tide of disease ? Secondly, Working-men should avail them- selves of associations for mutual relief in case of sickness. Beneficent societies of this nature are common, but hale and well-doing persons are in many instances neglectful of this resource until THE MECHANIC IN SICKNESS. 153 it is too late. The manner in which these institu- tions are conducted is frequently most injudicious. The rates both of subscription and of disburse- ment are often unwise, and contrary to all sound principles of life-insurance and probability. The consequence is, that in bad times the fund is ex- hausted. Before any such scheme is ratified, it should be carefully examined by persons versed in the intricate calculations of annuities. And when the plan goes into effect, there should be great care taken to guard against wanton expenditure upon entertainments, processions, and other unneces- sary wastes. I would commend this subject to the careful discrimination of all those who are interested in the well-being of the labouring classes. Thirdly, Private benevolence should busy it- self in seeking out and relieving all such cases of distress. Let the mechanic feel that his in- terest is identified with that of all his brethren. Let him be quick to descry, and alert to mitigate the sorrows of his own townsmen and neighbours. No associated action can reach every case ; but private charity, inspired by the genius of the gospel, may extend its kindly arm to the humblest sufferer. It is one of the most striking particulars in the account of the last judgment, as given by our Saviour, that the great final doom is to be awarded 154 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. with a direct reference to duties of this very class. That which is done for Christ's poor brethren is done for Christ; and if we neglect them, we neglect our own salvation. For the King shall say to those who have been guilty of this omission, " I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat ; I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink ; I was a stranger, and ye took me not in ; naked, and ye clothed me not ; sick and in prison, and ye visited me not." THE MECHANIC'S WINTER EVENINGS. 155 * XXVI. THE MECHANIC'S WINTER EVENINGS. THE dreariest of all the seasons is not without its charms. If we have no verdure, nor flowers, nor zephyrs, we have the bright fireside and the family circle. Some of our most valuable attain- ments may be made, and some of our purest pleasures enjoyed, during the long winter even- ings. It is, however, unfortunately the case with too many, that these fine opportunities are thrown away. The other evening, after my usual light meal, the thought struck me, that I would give some- thing to know how some half dozen of my ac- quaintances were spending their hours of release. Now, as I have no familiar Asmodeus to unroof for me my neighbours' houses and disclose their contents, I was reduced to the necessity of seizing my good oaken stick, and sallying forth upon a rapid tour of espionage. At the very first corner, I perceived through the window my old comrade Stith, employed, as usual, with his pipe. After a day spent at the lathe, 156 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. he thinks himself entitled to this luxury ; and with his dog at his feet, and his tobacco-box at his elbow, he sacrifices long hours of every night to the subduing influence of a narcotic. As I should only disturb his reverie, thought I, I will pass on. Boulanger, the French baker, was the next in order. When I knocked, there was no reply. At length a drowsy boy let me in, and, as I ex- pected, there was the corpulent master of the house fast asleep in an arm-chair. It is surprising how " practice makes perfect" in the art of slum- bering. There may be some excuse for the baker, who has to rise several hours before day ; but the practice is by no means confined to him ; and I know more than one working-man who prepares for the regular night's work of the bed, by a sort of prelibation in the chimney-corner. This case offered nothing to detain me. My next call was at the Golden Swan, one of the numerous taverns of our village. The bar- room was highly illuminated with many lamps, and two bright coal fires : the atmosphere was almost palpable, so thick was the smoke ; and the air was redolent of alcoholic mixtures. Here I found, as I never fail to find at this hour, four or five of our mechanics ; some smoking, some chewing, some drinking ; and all engaged with loud voices in discussing the affairs of the state THE MECHANIC'S WINTER EVENINGS. 157 and nation. Of such men the tavern is the home. True, each of them has a residence, inhabited by his wife, and known by the assessor ; and where indeed he eats and sleeps : but that is not his home. His heart is not there, but at the bar- room, whither he goes with the momentum of an unbent spring, whenever labour is over ; in which he spends the long evening of every day ; and from which he reels to his family, at a late hour, to chide his wife for being up so late, and fo r looking so melancholy. I gladly passed on to the dwelling of Quince, the shoemaker. Alas ! the scene was altered, but not improved. The spirit of intoxication leads some men to ruin in groups, others in soli- tude. Quince is not a tavern-brawler, but a sot. During the day he never drinks ; during the evening he does little else. There are many that have a fair reputation in the world, who never go to bed sober. I am willing to drop a veil over the particulars which I witnessed. The scene brightened when I reached the steps of John Hall, the cabinet-maker ; for I found his front room illuminated, and occupied by a little religious meeting. But I proceeded, and stepped into the house of Dukes, my next acquaintance, and was near spending the whole hour there ; for he and his wife and children were engaged in a 14 158 THE AMERICAN MECHANIC. little musical concert, which was most enviable. Mary Dukes sung over her knitting, and Robert sung over his base-viol ; while the two boys, om, with a flute and the other with a violin, added a good accompaniment. As I hurried away, I perceived the silversmith, who hires their front room for a shop, busily employed in posting his books. Having travelled thus far on one side of the street, I thought it no more than fair to return on the other ; so I crossed over, and knocked at the door of Belden, the coppersmith. The house is one of the tidiest in our town, at whatever hour you may drop in ; and this must be set to the credit of the notable partner. Truly the sight was a pleasant one which met my eyes as I was ushered into their best room ; being nothing less than a genuine old-fashioned tea-drinkinp" with some dozen of pleasant neighbours, all in their best dress and best humours, around a well- feden table and a smoking urn. When I com- pared the healthy glow of their countenances with the excited glare of the tavern-haunters, I could, not hesitate whose evening to prefer. But I denied myself, and went on. I hesitated a mo- ment about intruding upon my friend George Riley, wheelwright, because I remembered how lately he had lost his wife ; but lon