There will always be in society certain persons who are mercuries of its
approbation, and whose glance will at any time determine for the curious their
standing in the world. These are the chamberlains of the lesser gods. Accept
their coldness as an omen of grace with the loftier deities, and allow them all
their privilege. They are clear in their office, nor could they be thus
formidable without their own merits. But do not measure the importance of this
class by their pretension, or imagine that a fop can be the dispenser of honor
and shame. They pass also at their just rate; for how can they otherwise, in
circles which exist as a sort of herald's office for the sifting of character?
As the first thing man requires of man is reality, so that appears in all the
forms of society. We pointedly, and by name, introduce the parties to each
other. Know you before all heaven and earth, that this is Andrew, and this is
Gregory,--they look each other in the eye; they grasp each other's hand, to
identify and signalize each other. It is a great satisfaction. A gentleman never
dodges; his eyes look straight forward, and he assures the other party, first of
all, that he has been met. For what is it that we seek, in so many visits and
hospitalities? Is it your draperies, pictures, and decorations? Or do we not
insatiably ask, Was a man in the house? I may easily go into a great household
where there is much substance, excellent provision for comfort, luxury, and
taste, and yet not encounter there any Amphitryon who shall subordinate these
appendages. I may go into a cottage, and find a farmer who feels that he is the
man I have come to see, and fronts me accordingly. It was therefore a very
natural point of old feudal etiquette that a gentleman who received a visit,
though it were of his sovereign, should not leave his roof, but should wait his
arrival at the door of his house. No house, though it were the Tuileries or the
Escurial, is good for anything without a master. And yet we are not often
gratified by this hospitality. Every body we know surrounds himself with a fine
house, fine books, conservatory, gardens, equipage and all manner of toys, as
screens to interpose between himself and his guest. Does it not seem as if man
was of a very sly, elusive nature, and dreaded nothing so much as a full
rencontre front to front with his fellow? It were unmerciful, I know, quite to
abolish the use of these screens, which are of eminent convenience, whether the
guest is too great or too little. We call together many friends who keep each
other in play, or by luxuries and ornaments we amuse the young people, and guard
our retirement. Or if perchance a searching realist comes to our gate, before
whose eye we have no care to stand, then again we run to our curtain, and hide
ourselves as Adam at the voice of the Lord God in the garden. Cardinal Caprara,
the Pope's legate at Paris, defended himself from the glances of Napoleon by an
immense pair of green spectacles. Napoleon remarked them, and speedily managed
to rally them off: and yet Napoleon, in his turn, was not great enough with
eight hundred thousand troops at his back, to face a pair of freeborn eyes, but
fenced himself with etiquette and within triple barriers of reserve; and, as all
the world knows from Madame de Stael, was wont, when he found himself observed,
to discharge his face of all expression. But emperors and rich men are by no
means the most skilful masters of good manners. No rentroll nor army-list can
dignify skulking and dissimulation; and the first point of courtesy must always
be truth, as really all the forms of good-breeding point that way.
I have just been reading, in Mr. Hazlitt's translation, Montaigne's account of
his journey into Italy, and am struck with nothing more agreeably than the
self-respecting fashions of the time. His arrival in each place, the arrival of
a gentleman of France, is an event of some consequence. Wherever he goes he pays
a visit to whatever prince or gentleman of note resides upon his road, as a duty
to himself and to civilization. When he leaves any house in which he has lodged
for a few weeks, he causes his arms to be painted and hung up as a perpetual
sign to the house, as was the custom of gentlemen.
The complement of this graceful self-respect, and that of all the points of good
breeding I most require and insist upon, is deference. I like that every chair
should be a throne, and hold a king. I prefer a tendency to stateliness to an
excess of fellowship. Let the incommunicable objects of nature and the
metaphysical isolation of man teach us independence. Let us not be too much
acquainted. I would have a man enter his house through a hall filled with heroic
and sacred sculptures, that he might not want the hint of tranquillity and
self-poise. We should meet each morning as from foreign countries, and, spending
the day together, should depart at night, as into foreign countries. In all
things I would have the island of a man inviolate. Let us sit apart as the gods,
talking from peak to peak all round Olympus. No degree of affection need invade
this religion. This is myrrh and rosemary to keep the other sweet. Lovers Should
guard their strangeness. If they forgive too much, all slides into confusion and
meanness. It is easy to push this deference to a Chinese etiquette; but coolness
and absence of heat and haste indicate fine qualities. A gentleman makes no
noise; a lady is serene. Proportionate is our disgust at those invaders who fill
a studious house with blast and running, to secure some paltry convenience. Not
less I dislike a low sympathy of each with his neighbor's needs. Must we have a
good understanding with one another's palates? as foolish people who have lived
long together know when each wants salt or sugar. I pray my companion, if he
wishes for bread, to ask me for bread, and if he wishes for sassafras or
arsenic, to ask me for them, and not to hold out his plate as if I knew already.
Every natural function can be dignified by deliberation and privacy. Let us
leave hurry to slaves. The compliments and ceremonies of our breeding should
signify, however remotely, the recollection of the grandeur of our destiny.
The flower of courtesy does not very well bide handling, but if we dare to open
another leaf and explore what parts go to its conformation, we shall find also
an intellectual quality. To the leaders of men, the brain as well as the flesh
and the heart must furnish a proportion. Defect in manners is usually the defect
of fine perceptions. Men are too coarsely made for the delicacy of beautiful
carriage and customs. It is not quite sufficient to good-breeding, a union of
kindness and independence. We imperatively require a perception of, and a homage
to beauty in our companions. Other virtues are in request in the field and
workyard, but a certain degree of taste is not to be spared in those we sit
with. I could better eat with one who did not respect the truth or the laws than
with a sloven and unpresentable person. Moral qualities rule the world, but at
short distances the senses are despotic. The same discrimination of fit and fair
runs out, if with less rigor, into all parts of life. The average spirit of the
energetic class is good sense, acting under certain limitations and to certain
ends. It entertains every natural gift. Social in its nature, it respects
everything which tends to unite men. It delights in measure. The love of beauty
is mainly the love of measure or proportion. The person who screams, or uses the
superlative degree, or converses with heat, puts whole drawing-rooms to flight.
If you wish to be loved, love measure. You must have genius or a prodigious
usefulness if you will hide the want of measure. This perception comes in to
polish and perfect the parts of the social instrument. Society will pardon much
to genius and special gifts, but, being in its nature a convention, it loves
what is conventional, or what belongs to coming together. That makes the good
and bad of manners, namely what helps or hinders fellowship. For fashion is not
good sense absolute, but relative; not good sense private, but good sense
entertaining company. It hates corners and sharp points of character, hates
quarrelsome, egotistical, solitary, and gloomy people; hates whatever can
interfere with total blending of parties; whilst it values all peculiarities as
in the highest degree refreshing, which can consist with good fellowship. And
besides the general infusion of wit to heighten civility, the direct splendor of
intellectual power is ever welcome in fine society as the costliest addition to
its rule and its credit.
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