CHAPTER III

      WHATWEMAYLEARNBYLOOKINGOUTOFWINDOW

      March3d

      Apoethassaidthatlifeisthedreamofashadow:hewouldbetterhavecomparedittoanightoffever!Whatalternatefitsofrestlessnessandsleep!whatdiscomfort!whatsuddenstarts!whatever-returningthirst!

      whatachaosofmournfulandconfusedfancies!Wecanneithersleepnorwake;weseekinvainforrepose,andwestopshortonthebrinkofaction.Twothirdsofhumanexistencearewastedinhesitation,andthelastthirdinrepenting.

      WhenIsayhumanexistence,Imeanmyown!Wearesomadethateachofusregardshimselfasthemirrorofthecommunity:whatpassesinourmindsinfalliblyseemstousahistoryoftheuniverse.Everymanislikethedrunkardwhoreportsanearthquake,becausehefeelshimselfstaggering.

      AndwhyamIuncertainandrestless——I,apoorday-laborerintheworld——whofillanobscurestationinacornerofit,andwhoseworkitavailsitselfof,withoutheedingtheworkman?Iwilltellyou,myunseenfriend,forwhomtheselinesarewritten;myunknownbrother,onwhomthesolitarycallinsorrow;myimaginaryconfidant,towhomallmonologuesareaddressedandwhoisbuttheshadowofourownconscience.

      Agreateventhashappenedinmylife!AcrossroadhassuddenlyopenedinthemiddleofthemonotonouswayalongwhichIwastravellingquietly,andwithoutthinkingofit.Tworoadspresentthemselves,andImustchoosebetweenthem.OneisonlythecontinuationofthatIhavefollowedtillnow;theotheriswider,andexhibitswondrousprospects.

      Onthefirstthereisnothingtofear,butalsolittletohope;ontheotheraregreatdangersandgreatfortune.Briefly,thequestionis,whetherIshallgiveupthehumbleofficeinwhichIthoughttodie,foroneofthoseboldspeculationsinwhichchancealoneisbanker!EversinceyesterdayIhaveconsultedwithmyself;IhavecomparedthetwoandIremainundecided.

      WhereshallIfindlight——whowilladviseme?

      Sunday,4th——Seethesuncomingoutfromthethickfogsofwinter!

      Springannouncesitsapproach;asoftbreezeskimsovertheroofs,andmywallflowerbeginstoblowagain.

      Wearenearthatsweetseasonoffreshgreen,ofwhichthepoetsofthesixteenthcenturysangwithsomuchfeeling:

      NowthegladsomemonthofMay.

      Allthingsnewlydotharray;Fairestlady,letmetoo.

      Inthylovemyliferenew.

      Thechirpingofthesparrowscallsme:theyclaimthecrumbsIscattertothemeverymorning.Iopenmywindow,andtheprospectofroofsopensoutbeforemeinallitssplendor.

      Hewhohaslivedonlyonafirstfloorhasnoideaofthepicturesquevarietyofsuchaview.Hehasnevercontemplatedthesetile-coloredheightswhichintersecteachother;hehasnotfollowedwithhiseyesthesegutter-valleys,wherethefreshverdureoftheatticgardenswaves,thedeepshadowswhicheveningspreadsovertheslatedslopes,andthesparklingofwindowswhichthesettingsunhaskindledtoablazeoffire.HehasnotstudiedthefloraoftheseAlpsofcivilization,carpetedbylichensandmosses;heisnotacquaintedwiththemyriadinhabitantsthatpeoplethem,fromthemicroscopicinsecttothedomesticcat——thatreynardoftheroofswhoisalwaysontheprowl,orinambush;hehasnotwitnessedthethousandaspectsofaclearoracloudysky;northethousandeffectsoflight,thatmaketheseupperregionsatheatrewithever-changingscenes!Howmanytimeshavemydaysofleisurepassedawayincontemplatingthiswonderfulsight;indiscoveringitsdarkerorbrighterepisodes;inseeking,inshort,inthisunknownworldfortheimpressionsoftravelthatwealthytouristslookforlower!

      Nineoclock——Butwhy,then,havenotmywingedneighborspickedupthecrumbsIhavescatteredforthembeforemywindow?Iseethemflyaway,comeback,perchupontheledgesofthewindows,andchirpatthesightofthefeasttheyareusuallysoreadytodevour!Itisnotmypresencethatfrightensthem;Ihaveaccustomedthemtoeatoutofmyhand.Then,whythisfearfulsuspense?InvainIlookaround:theroofisclear,thewindowsnearareclosed.Icrumblethebreadthatremainsfrommybreakfasttoattractthembyanamplerfeast.Theirchirpingsincrease,theybenddowntheirheads,theboldestapproachuponthewing,butwithoutdaringtoalight.

      Come,come,mysparrowsarethevictimsofoneofthefoolishpanicswhichmakethefundsfallattheBourse!Itisplainthatbirdsarenotmorereasonablethanmen!

      WiththisreflectionIwasabouttoshutmywindow,whensuddenlyIperceived,inaspotofsunshineonmyright,theshadowoftwopricked-upears;thenapawadvanced,thentheheadofatabby-catshoweditselfatthecornerofthegutter.Thecunningfellowwaslyingthereinwait,hopingthecrumbswouldbringhimsomegame.

      AndIhadaccusedmyguestsofcowardice!Iwassosurethatnodangercouldmenacethem!IthoughtIhadlookedwelleverywhere!Ihadonlyforgottenthecornerbehindme!

      Inlife,asontheroofs,howmanymisfortunescomefromhavingforgottenasinglecorner!

      Tenoclock——Icannotleavemywindow;therainandthecoldhavekeptitshutsolongthatImustreconnoitrealltheenvironstobeabletotakepossessionofthemagain.Myeyessearchinsuccessionallthepointsofthejumbledandconfusedprospect,passingonorstoppingaccordingtowhattheylightupon.

      Ah!seethewindowsuponwhichtheyformerlylovedtorest;theyarethoseoftwounknownneighbors,whosedifferenthabitstheyhavelongremarked.

      Oneisapoorwork-woman,whorisesbeforesunrise,andwhoseprofileisshadoweduponherlittlemuslinwindow-curtainfarintotheevening;theotherisayoungsongstress,whosevocalflourishessometimesreachmyatticbysnatches.Whentheirwindowsareopen,thatofthework-womandiscoversahumblebutdecentabode;theother,anelegantlyfurnishedroom.Butto-dayacrowdoftradespeoplethrongthelatter:theytakedownthesilkhangingsandcarryoffthefurniture,andInowrememberthattheyoungsingerpassedundermywindowthismorningwithherveildown,andwalkingwiththehastystepofonewhosufferssomeinwardtrouble.Ah!Iguessitall.Hermeansareexhaustedinelegantfancies,orhavebeentakenawaybysomeunexpectedmisfortune,andnowshehasfallenfromluxurytoindigence.Whilethework-womanmanagesnotonlytokeepherlittleroom,butalsotofurnishitwithdecentcomfortbyhersteadytoil,thatofthesingerisbecomethepropertyofbrokers.Theonesparkledforamomentonthewaveofprosperity;theothersailsslowlybutsafelyalongthecoastofahumbleandlaboriousindustry.

      Alas!istherenotherealessonforusall?Isitreallyinhazardousexperiments,attheendofwhichweshallmeetwithwealthorruin,thatthewisemanshouldemployhisyearsofstrengthandfreedom?Oughthetoconsiderlifeasaregularemploymentwhichbringsitsdailywages,orasagameinwhichthefutureisdeterminedbyafewthrows?Whyseektheriskofextremechances?Forwhatendhastentorichesbydangerousroads?Isitreallycertainthathappinessistheprizeofbrilliantsuccesses,ratherthanofawiselyacceptedpoverty?Ah!ifmenbutknewinwhatasmalldwellingjoycanlive,andhowlittleitcoststofurnishit!

      Twelveoclock——Ihavebeenwalkingupanddownmyatticforalongtime,withmyarmsfoldedandmyeyesontheground!Mydoubtsincrease,likeshadowsencroachingmoreandmoreonsomebrightspace;myfearsmultiply;andtheuncertaintybecomeseverymomentmorepainfultome!

      Itisnecessaryformetodecideto-day,andbeforetheevening!Iholdthediceofmyfuturefateinmyhands,andIdarenotthrowthem.

      Threeoclock——Theskyhasbecomecloudy,andacoldwindbeginstoblowfromthewest;allthewindowswhichwereopenedtothesunshineofabeautifuldayareshutagain.Onlyontheoppositesideofthestreet,thelodgeronthelaststoryhasnotyetlefthisbalcony.

      Oneknowshimtobeasoldierbyhisregularwalk,hisgraymoustaches,andtheribbonthatdecorateshisbuttonhole.Indeed,onemighthaveguessedasmuchfromthecarehetakesofthelittlegardenwhichistheornamentofhisbalconyinmid-air;fortherearetwothingsespeciallylovedbyalloldsoldiers——flowersandchildren.Theyhavebeensolong,obligedtolookupontheearthasafieldofbattle,andsolongcutofffromthepeacefulpleasuresofaquietlot,thattheyseemtobeginlifeatanagewhenothersendit.Thetastesoftheirearlyyears,whichwerearrestedbythesterndutiesofwar,suddenlybreakoutagainwiththeirwhitehairs,andarelikethesavingsofyouthwhichtheyspendagaininoldage.Besides,theyhavebeencondemnedtobedestroyersforsolongthatperhapstheyfeelasecretpleasureincreating,andseeinglifespringupagain:thebeautyofweaknesshasagraceandanattractionthemoreforthosewhohavebeentheagentsofunbendingforce;andthewatchingoverthefrailgermsoflifehasallthecharmsofnoveltyfortheseoldworkmenofdeath.

      Thereforethecoldwindhasnotdrivenmyneighborfromhisbalcony.

      Heisdigginguptheearthinhisgreenboxes,andcarefullysowingtheseedsofthescarletnasturtium,convolvulus,andsweet-pea.Henceforthhewillcomeeverydaytowatchfortheirfirstsprouting,toprotecttheyoungshootsfromweedsorinsects,toarrangethestringsforthetendrilstoclimbon,andcarefullytoregulatetheirsupplyofwaterandheat!

      Howmuchlabortobringinthedesiredharvest!Forthat,howmanytimesshallIseehimbravecoldorheat,windorsun,ashedoesto-day!Butthen,inthehotsummerdays,whentheblindingdustwhirlsincloudsthroughourstreets,whentheeye,dazzledbytheglareofwhitestucco,knowsnotwheretorest,andtheglowingroofsreflecttheirheatuponustoburning,theoldsoldierwillsitinhisarborandperceivenothingbutgreenleavesandflowersaroundhim,andthebreezewillcomecoolandfreshtohimthroughtheseperfumedshades.Hisassiduouscarewillberewardedatlast.

      Wemustsowtheseeds,andtendthegrowth,ifwewouldenjoytheflower.

      Fouroclock——Thecloudsthathavebeengatheringinthehorizonforalongtimearebecomedarker;itthundersloudly,andtherainpoursdown!

      Thosewhoarecaughtinitflyineverydirection,somelaughingandsomecrying.

      Ialwaysfindparticularamusementinthesehelter-skelters,causedbyasuddenstorm.Itseemsasifeachone,whenthustakenbysurprise,losesthefactitiouscharacterthattheworldorhabithasgivenhim,andappearsinhistruecolors.

      See,forexample,thatbigmanwithdeliberatestep,whosuddenlyforgetshisindifference,madetoorder,andrunslikeaschoolboy!Heisathriftycitygentleman,who,withallhisfashionableairs,isafraidtospoilhishat.

      Thatprettywomanyonder,onthecontrary,whoselooksaresomodest,andwhosedressissoelaborate,slackensherpacewiththeincreasingstorm.Sheseemstofindpleasureinbravingit,anddoesnotthinkofhervelvetcloakspottedbythehail!Sheisevidentlyalionessinsheepsclothing.

      Here,ayoungman,whowaspassing,stopstocatchsomeofthehailstonesinhishand,andexaminesthem.Byhisquickandbusiness-likewalkjustnow,youwouldhavetakenhimforatax-gathereronhisrounds,whenheisayoungphilosopher,studyingtheeffectsofelectricity.AndthoseschoolboyswholeavetheirrankstorunafterthesuddengustsofaMarchwhirlwind;thosegirls,justnowsodemure,butwhonowflywithburstsoflaughter;thosenationalguards,whoquitthemartialattitudeoftheirdaysofdutytotakerefugeunderaporch!Thestormhascausedallthesetransformations.

      See,itincreases!Thehardiestareobligedtoseekshelter.Iseeeveryonerushingtowardtheshopinfrontofmywindow,whichabillannouncesistolet.Itisforthefourthtimewithinafewmonths.

      Ayearagoalltheskillofthejoinerandtheartofthepainterwereemployedinbeautifyingit,buttheirworksarealreadydestroyedbytheleavingofsomanytenants;thecornicesofthefrontaredisfiguredbymud;thearabesquesonthedoorwayarespoiledbybillsposteduponthemtoannouncethesaleoftheeffects.Thesplendidshophaslostsomeofitsembellishmentswitheachchangeofthetenant.Seeitnowempty,andleftopentothepassersby.Howmuchdoesitsfateresemblethatofsomanywho,likeit,onlychangetheiroccupationtohastenthefastertoruin!

      Iamstruckbythislastreflection:sincethemorningeverythingseemstospeaktome,andwiththesamewarningtone.Everythingsays:"Takecare!becontentwithyourhappy,thoughhumblelot;happinesscanberetainedonlybyconstancy;donotforsakeyouroldpatronsfortheprotectionofthosewhoareunknown!"

      Aretheytheoutwardobjectswhichspeakthus,ordoesthewarningcomefromwithin?IsitnotImyselfwhogivethislanguagetoallthatsurroundsme?Theworldisbutaninstrument,towhichwegivesoundatwill.Butwhatdoesitsignifyifitteachesuswisdom?Thelowvoicethatspeaksinourbreastsisalwaysafriendlyvoice,forittellsuswhatweare,thatistosay,whatisourcapability.Badconductresults,forthemostpart,frommistakingourcalling.Therearesomanyfoolsandknaves,becausetherearesofewmenwhoknowthemselves.

      Thequestionisnottodiscoverwhatwillsuitus,butforwhatwearesuited!

      WhatshouldIdoamongthesemanyexperiencedfinancialspeculators?Iamonlyapoorsparrow,bornamongthehousetops,andshouldalwaysfeartheenemycrouchinginthedarkcorner;Iamaprudentworkman,andshouldthinkofthebusinessofmyneighborswhososuddenlydisappeared;Iamatimidobserver,andshouldcalltomindtheflowerssoslowlyraisedbytheoldsoldier,ortheshopbroughttoruinbyconstantchangeofmasters.Awayfromme,yebanquets,overwhichhangstheswordofDamocles!Iamacountrymouse.Givememynutsandhollowtree,andIasknothingbesides——exceptsecurity.

      Andwhythisinsatiablecravingforriches?Doesamandrinkmorewhenhedrinksfromalargeglass?Whencecomesthatuniversaldreadofmediocrity,thefruitfulmotherofpeaceandliberty?Ah!thereistheevilwhich,aboveeveryother,itshouldbetheaimofbothpublicandprivateeducationtoanticipate!Ifthatweregotridof,whattreasonswouldbespared,whatbasenessavoided,whatachainofexcessandcrimewouldbeforeverbroken!Weawardthepalmtocharity,andtoself-sacrifice;but,aboveall,letusawardittomoderation,foritisthegreatsocialvirtue.Evenwhenitdoesnotcreatetheothers,itstandsinsteadofthem.

      Sixoclock——Ihavewrittenaletterofthankstothepromotersofthenewspeculation,andhavedeclinedtheiroffer!Thisdecisionhasrestoredmypeaceofmind.Istoppedsinging,likethecobbler,aslongasIentertainedthehopeofriches:itisgone,andhappinessiscomeback!

      ObelovedandgentlePoverty!pardonmeforhavingforamomentwishedtoflyfromthee,asIwouldfromWant.Stayhereforeverwiththycharmingsisters,Pity,Patience,Sobriety,andSolitude;beyemyqueensandmyinstructors;teachmethesterndutiesoflife;removefarfrommyabodetheweaknessofheartandgiddinessofheadwhichfollowprosperity.HolyPoverty!teachmetoendurewithoutcomplaining,toimpartwithoutgrudging,toseektheendoflifehigherthaninpleasure,fartheroffthaninpower.Thougivestthebodystrength,thoumakestthemindmorefirm;and,thankstothee,thislife,towhichtherichattachthemselvesastoarock,becomesabarkofwhichdeathmaycutthecablewithoutawakeningallourfears.Continuetosustainme,OthouwhomChristhathcalledBlessed!