CHAPTER XXIV.

UNSUCCESSFUL MEN--REBELLION NOT RUINOUS TO NORTHERN AGRICULTURE.

Looking back upon the incidents of my city life, I confess that

increasing years bring with them an increasing respect for those who do

not succeed in life, as these words are commonly used. Heaven has been

said to be a place for those who have not succeeded upon earth; and it

is surely true that celestial graces do not best thrive and bloom in the

hot blaze of worldly prosperity. Ill success sometimes arises from

superabundance of qualities in themselves good, from a conscience too

sensitive, a taste too fastidious, a self-forgetfulness too romantic, a

modesty too retiring. I will not go so far as to say, with a living

poet, that

“The world knows nothing of its greatest men;”

but there are forms of greatness, or at least excellence, that die and

make no sign; there are martyrs who miss the palm, but not the stake;

there are heroes without the laurel, and conquerors without the triumph.

It cannot be denied that there is a class of men who never succeed in

business. With a fair amount of earnest industry, they are still unable

to get on. Bad luck seems to be their fate, and they are perpetually

railing at fortune. In this they are not without sympathy. There are

hundreds of simple, good-hearted people, who regard them as ill-starred

mortals, against whom an inscrutable destiny had set itself, and who are

always ready to pity their mischances and help them in their last

extremity. But is not that a very foolish philosophy which refers the

misfortunes or the prosperity of individuals to preternatural causes, or

even natural causes entirely foreign to the persons? Some people, it is

true, owe a great deal to accident. Much of their success is due to

circumstances not of their own making. So it is with others who suffer

disappointment or disaster. But in those cases in which failure or

success is certainly dependent on no extraneous agencies, but on one’s

own means and energies, I am confident that no little of the complaint

of our hard lot is misdirected, and that the charity which helps us out

of our successive difficulties is misplaced. In plain words, our

failures in this or that thing are often attributable to the fact that

we engage in enterprises beyond our power. The world is filled with

examples of this truth. We see hundreds of men in all professions and

callings who never achieve even a decent living. The bar of every city

is crowded with them. They swell the ranks of our physicians and

theologians, and swarm in the walks of science and literature; in short,

they run against and elbow you everywhere. They are the unfortunate

people who have mistaken their mission. They are always attempting tasks

which they have not the first qualification to perform. Their ambition

is forever outrunning their capabilities. They fancy that to call

themselves lawyers, doctors, divines, or the like, is to be what they

are styled. Their signs are stuck thickly on doors and shutters all over

the city, but they are without honor or employment. Of course they never

prosper. They have no fitness for their vocation, no practical skill, no

natural talent, and hence they fail.

But both they and society are losers by this. There is so much real

ability for something useful that is thus sunk and wasted. The community

is encumbered with a host of very incompetent barristers, preachers,

physicians, writers, merchants, and so forth, and is deprived of as many

good mechanics, and farmers, and laborers. What a pity it is that men

will not be content to choose their pursuits according to their

abilities. To encourage them to persist in any business for which they

are not suited, and in which they never can obtain fortune or credit, is

really unkind. It would be much less cruel to let them early feel the

inconveniences of following a calling for which they are unfit, and go

into one for which nature may have given them the requisite aptitude and

powers.

But, in the ordering of a good Providence, failure in one pursuit does

not imply failure in the next. I know and have proved this. The motto

should be to keep moving, to try it again. Try it a hundred times, if

you do not earlier succeed, and all the while be studying to see if you

have not failed through some negligence and oversight of your own. Do

not throw down your oars and drift stern foremost, because the tide

happens to be against you. The tide does not always run the same way.

Never anchor because the wind does not happen to be fair. Beat to

windward, and gain all you can until it changes. If you get to the

bottom of the wheel, hold on--never think of letting go. Let it move

which way it will, you are sure to go up.

If in debt, do not let time wear off the edge of the obligation.

Economize, work harder, spend less, and hurry out. If misfortune should

overtake you, do not sit down and mope, and let her walk over you. Put

on more steam, drive ahead, and get out of the way. If you meet

obstacles in your path, climb over, dig under, or go around them--never

turn back. If the day be stormy, you cannot mend matters by whining and

complaining. Be good-natured, take it easy, for assuredly the sun will

shine to-morrow.

If you lose money on a promising speculation, never think of collecting

a coroner’s inquest about your dead body. Do not put on a long face

because money is not so plentiful as usual--it will not add a single

dollar to the circulating medium. Preserve your good-humor, for there is

more health in a single hearty laugh than in a dozen glasses of rum. Be

happy, and impart happiness to others. Look aloft, and trust in God. Be

prudent as you please, but do not bleach out your hair, and pucker your

face into wrinkles ten years ahead of time, by a self-inflicted fit of

the dismals.

I went into the country with a determination to succeed. As others had

there succeeded, I could not be induced to believe that failure in so

simple an enterprise could overtake me, as I felt myself quite as

competent as they. A resolute will overcomes all difficulties. It was

one of the leading characteristics of Napoleon to regard nothing as

impossible. His astonishing successes are to be attributed to his

indomitable will, scarcely less than to his vast military genius.

Wellington was distinguished for a similar peculiarity. The entire

Peninsular campaign was, indeed, but one long display of an iron will,

resolute to conquer difficulties by wearing them out. Alexander the

Great was quite as striking an example of what a powerful will can

effect. His stubborn determination to subdue the Persians; his

perseverance in the crisis of battle, and the emulation to which he thus

stimulated his officers and men, did more for his wonderful career of

victory than even his great strategic abilities. In the life and death

struggle between England and France, during the first fifteen years of

this century, it was the stubborn will of the former which carried the

day; for though Napoleon defeated the British coalitions again and

again, yet new ones were as constantly formed, until at last the French

people, if not their emperor, were completely worn out. The battle of

Waterloo, which was the climax of this tremendous struggle, was also an

illustration of the sustained energy, the superior will of the British.

In that awful struggle, French impetuosity proved too weak for English

resolution. “We will see who can pound the longest,” said Wellington;

and as the British did, they won the battle.

It is not only in military chieftains that a strong will is a jewel of

great price. Nations and individuals experience the advantages of a

resolute will; and this alike in large and small undertakings. It was

the determined will of our forefathers to which, with divine help, we

are principally indebted for our freedom. For the first few years after

the declaration of independence, we lost most of the battles that were

fought. New York and Philadelphia were successively captured by the foe;

South Carolina fell; New Jersey was practically reannexed to England;

almost every thing went against us. Had the American people been feeble

and hesitating, all would have been lost. But they resolved to conquer

or die. Though their cities were taken, their fields ravaged, and their

captured soldiers incarcerated in hideous prison-ships, they still

maintained the struggle, making the pilgrimage of freedom with naked

feet, that bled at every step. Had our fathers been incapable of Valley

Forge, had they shrunk from the storm-beaten march on Trenton, we should

never have been an independent nation. There are people in the Old

World, full of genius and enthusiasm for liberty, who yet cannot achieve

freedom, principally, perhaps, because they lack the indomitable will to

walk the bloody pilgrimage. The outbreak of the slaveholders’ rebellion

covered the Union armies with defeat at numerous points, because

rebellions are always successful at the beginning. But the determined

will to crush out treason will eventually overwhelm and master it.

A strong will is as necessary to the individual as to the nation. Even

intellect is secondary in importance to will. A vacillating man, no

matter what his abilities, is invariably pushed aside, in the race of

life, by the man of determination. It is he who resolves to succeed, who

begins resolutely again at every fresh rebuff, that reaches the goal.

The shores of fortune are covered with the stranded wrecks of business

men who have wasted energy, and therefore courage and faith, and have

perished in sight of more resolute but less capable adventurers, who

succeeded in making port. In fact, talent without will is like steam

dissipating itself in the atmosphere; while abilities controlled by

energy are the same steam brought under subjection as a motive power. Or

will is the rudder that steers the ship, which, whether a fast-sailing

clipper or a slow river-barge, is worthless without it. Talent, again,

is but the sail; will is what drives it. The man without a will is the

puppet and bubble of others by turns. The man with a will is the one

that pulls the strings and catches the dupes. Young man, starting out in

life, have a will of your own. If you do not, you will drag along, the

victim of perpetual embarrassment, only to end in utter ruin. If you do,

you will succeed, even though your abilities be moderate.

All this may be viewed as a digression. But it is not so. I do not write

for the rich and prosperous, but for those who have been unsuccessful.

They need encouragement and bracing up. If their experience has been

disastrous, that of others, who have succeeded, should be set before

them. Some fifty years ago there lived in this city an old man, who by

dint of tact, with the aid of keen perceptive faculties, had acquired

much celebrity with a large class of his neighbors as something between

a prophet and a fortune-teller. He did not, however, assume the

character either of a religious fanatic or of a crafty disciple of

Faustus. But he was well read in the Scriptures; he had a good share of

common sense, and a voluble tongue, and by degrees he attained a fame

for wise sayings and for capability to advise, which he owed more to his

natural talents and a loquacious disposition than to any less worthy

means. Being advanced in years, and his lot humble, he turned the good

opinion formed of him to the account of his livelihood, by discussing

questions put to him by his visitors in a frank and manly spirit; and

without ever demanding recompense, he was ready to receive any gratuity

that was offered by them on their departure. Moreover, his advice was

always, if not valuable, at least good in kind; and few quitted his

humble dwelling without leaving their good wishes in a substantial

shape, or without having also formed a favorable opinion of their

mentor.

At length, so extensive did this good man’s fame become, that many from

curiosity alone were induced to visit him, and hear his wise sayings.

His counsel was usually couched in short and terse sentences, frequently

in proverbs, and often in the language of the Bible, to which he would

sometimes refer his inquirers for passages which he said would be found

applicable to their case. As these passages were usually selected from

the Proverbs, and other books of somewhat similar description, which

contained some rule of morals, or which advocated the Christian duties,

he seldom failed to be right. Among others who were led by curiosity to

this wise man, was a young farmer, then not long entered upon the

threshold of life, whom, after some of the Scripture references adverted

to, he dismissed with the parting advice, “To keep a smiling

countenance, and a good exertion.” The young farmer lived to become an

old man, and is now gathered to his fathers. But for many years I heard

him from time to time revert with pleasure to his visit, and say that

this simple aphorism had frequently cheered him in the hour of

difficulty; and that the thought of the old man’s contented countenance

and encouraging voice when he uttered it, had gone far to make him place

confidence in his counsel.

We are all too prone to brood over the clouds upon our atmosphere, and

too feebly do we keep the eye of hope fixed on the first sunbeam which

breaks through as the symbol of their dispersion. In reality, most of

them are merely passing clouds. Some glances at a blacker picture still,

will go far to clothe with brighter hues the less gloomy picture which

may happen to be our own. Thus, with “a smiling countenance and a good

exertion,” let every one of us whether his lot be cast with the plough,

the loom, or the anvil, put forth manfully his powers, and, thankful to

a gracious God for the blessings yet spared, be it our effort in our

worldly duties to follow the example set us in higher things,

“forgetting those things that are behind, and reaching forth unto those

which are before, let us press towards the mark for the prize;” and if

we thus demean ourselves, we shall not fail, in earthly any more than in

spiritual things, to obtain our reward.

All know that one effect of the rebellion was to paralyze nearly every

kind of business, suddenly enriching the few, but as suddenly

impoverishing the many. On my quiet little plantation I was entirely

beyond the reach of its disastrous influence. It lost me no money,

because my savings had been loaned on mortgage. It is true that interest

was not paid up as punctually as aforetime, but the omission to pay

occasioned me no distress; hence I occasioned none by compulsory

collection. The summer of 1861, however, did reduce prices of most of my

productions. The masses had less money to spend, and therefore consumed

less. Yet my early consignments of blackberries sold for twenty-five

cents a quart, and the whole crop averaged fourteen. My strawberries

yielded abundantly, escaping the frost which nipped the first bloom of

all other growers, no doubt protected by the well-grown peach-trees, and

netted me sixteen cents. Raspberries bore generously, and netted quite

as much; while peaches, though few in number, brought the highest

prices. The total income that year was certainly less than usual, by

several hundred dollars--but what of that? It was double what I needed

to support my family. Thus no national disaster, no matter how

tremendous, seems able to impoverish the farmer who is free from debt.

Nothing short of the tramp of hostile armies over his green fields can

impoverish such a man.

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