CHAPTER XL.

SOME OF THE CEREMONIES IN A MAN-OF-WAR UNNECESSARY AND INJURIOUS.

The ceremonials of a man-of-war, some of which have been described in

the preceding chapter, may merit a reflection or two.

The general usages of the American Navy are founded upon the usages

that prevailed in the navy of monarchical England more than a century

ago; nor have they been materially altered since. And while both

England and America have become greatly liberalised in the interval;

while shore pomp in high places has come to be regarded by the more

intelligent masses of men as belonging to the absurd, ridiculous, and

mock-heroic; while that most truly august of all the majesties of

earth, the President of the United States, may be seen entering his

residence with his umbrella under his arm, and no brass band or

military guard at his heels, and unostentatiously taking his seat by

the side of the meanest citizen in a public conveyance; while this is

the case, there still lingers in American men-of-war all the stilted

etiquette and childish parade of the old-fashioned Spanish court of

Madrid. Indeed, so far as the things that meet the eye are concerned,

an American Commodore is by far a greater man than the President of

twenty millions of freemen.

But we plain people ashore might very willingly be content to leave

these commodores in the unmolested possession of their gilded penny

whistles, rattles, and gewgaws, since they seem to take so much

pleasure in them, were it not that all this is attended by consequences

to their subordinates in the last degree to be deplored.

While hardly any one will question that a naval officer should be

surrounded by circumstances calculated to impart a requisite dignity to

his position, it is not the less certain that, by the excessive pomp he

at present maintains, there is naturally and unavoidably generated a

feeling of servility and debasement in the hearts of most of the seamen

who continually behold a fellow-mortal flourishing over their heads

like the archangel Michael with a thousand wings. And as, in degree,

this same pomp is observed toward their inferiors by all the grades of

commissioned officers, even down to a midshipman, the evil is

proportionately multiplied.

It would not at all diminish a proper respect for the officers, and

subordination to their authority among the seamen, were all this idle

parade—only ministering to the arrogance of the officers, without at

all benefiting the state—completely done away. But to do so, we voters

and lawgivers ourselves must be no respecters of persons.

That saying about _levelling upward, and not downward_, may seem very

fine to those who cannot see its self-involved absurdity. But the truth

is, that, to gain the true level, in some things, we _must_ cut

downward; for how can you make every sailor a commodore? or how raise

the valleys, without filling them up with the superfluous tops of the

hills?

Some discreet, but democratic, legislation in this matter is much to be

desired. And by bringing down naval officers, in these things at least,

without affecting their legitimate dignity and authority, we shall

correspondingly elevate the common sailor, without relaxing the

subordination, in which he should by all means be retained.

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