Notes, Letters and Stray Leaves

A "free lance" is less free than the organs of a party. In one case it

means at least the opinions of a group; in the other, the dogmatism of

the one who wields the lance. Nothing is less free than the

self-styled freedom of the individual.

Enthusiasm implies a certain narrowness of vision. When people can

take a broad view they can see the elements of goodness or beauty

everywhere, and they cease to be enthusiastic in regard to one. The

great popular preachers are not university men, or those who are quiet

and literary in style, but strong, dogmatic men.

Perhaps the most noticeable difference between the so-called new woman

and the new man is this, that she is seizing every opportunity that

opens up new avenues of individual employment, while he is discovering

and storing energy to save himself from doing any work at all. The old

man made other men, and women too, work for him, the new man is making

the hitherto uncontrolled forces his servants, locking them up in such

small compass that a twist of the wrist will start the crash of

worlds.

The notes of the great god Pan, so "piercingly sweet by the river"--a

far cry and a weary way from Pan to Handel and Beethoven; yet during

all that time music has been the joy and the consolation of

peoples,--all except the Quakers.

If Poetry is the prophet of the future, music expresses all

emotions,--love, joy, fear, above all, aspiration. Music is

essentially religious, and has inspired the most perfect forms of

emotional composition we know.

I take off my hat to the new man--that is, I would if I wore one, but

I wear a bonnet, and pin it on with long, sharp-pointed things which

if they were not used voluntarily would be considered instruments of

torture. Think of the man who is testing the force of dynamite--who is

holding lightning bolts in his hand and forcing them to do the work

which he has planned for them, who is taking the altitude of the

mountains in Mars in his observatory in the air at midnight,--think of

these men stopping to swear while they ran the murderous little weapon

through six thicknesses of buckram, lining, velvet, lace, feathers,

ribbon and hair--to fasten on their bonnets!

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