To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power All thinking things, all objects of all thought, WILLIAM WORDSWORTH-Tintern Abbey 402. THE PROBLEM OF PROPERTY When the communists ceased to be mere opponents of capitalists and were charged with management, they soon discovered the unreality of their rhetoric. They likewise discovered the futility of the hope that a system of equality in pay would draw forth vast productive energies. Therefore, they were compelled to negotiate with .craft unions and to reward skill and talent with extra remuneration. Of course, they said that this was all temporary and merely an introduction to the postponed millennium. That may be, but viewing politics from the standpoint of an experimental science, we cannot take into serious account dreams unrealized. The upshot of all this seems to be that in a modern industrial society, the problem of property, so vital in politics, is not as simple as it was in old agricultural societies. It was one thing for peasants to destroy their landlords and go on tilling the soil as they had long been wont to do. It is another thing for workingmen to destroy capitalists as a class and assume all the complex and staggering burdens of management and exchange. It is also clear that, as efficient production depends to a great extent upon skill, skill itself is a form of property even if property in capital is abolished. In short a great society, whether capitalist or communist, must possess different kinds and grades of skill and talent and carry on widely diversified industries. They may be temporarily welded together in a conflict with their capitalist employers, but they will be divided over the distribution of wealth among themselves after the capitalists have been disposed of. Conceivably a highly militarist government might destroy their organizations and level them down, but the result would be the ruin of production and of the state itself. Even a communist could hardly defend his system on the theory that all must choose between military despotism and utter ruin. CHARLES A. BEARD * 403. KING RICHARD'S DESPONDENCY Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; How some have been deposed, some slain in war, That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antick sits, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, As if this flesh which walls about our life Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! For you have but mistook me all this while: WILLIAM SHAKSPERE-Richard II * From The Economic Basis of Politics, published by Alfred A. Knopf. FOIL'D by our fellow men, depress'd, outworn, And, Patience! in another life, we say, The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne! The world's poor routed leavings? or will they, Kept on after the grave, but not begun! And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife, MATTHEW ARNOLD 405. THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, Its irised ceiling rent, it sunless crypt unsealed! Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is borne Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea! OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES * 406. EITHER TOOL OR MAN Understand this clearly: You can teach a man to draw a straight line and to cut one; to strike a curved line and to carve it; and to copy and carve any number of given lines or forms, with admirable speed and perfect precision; and you find his work perfect of its kind: but if you ask him to think about any of those forms, to consider if he cannot find any better in his own head, he stops; his execution becomes hesitating; he thinks, and ten to one he thinks wrong; ten to one he makes a mistake in the first touch he gives to his work as a thinking being. But you have made a man of him for all that. He was only a machine before, an animated tool. And observe you are put to stern choice in this matter. You must either make a tool of the creature, or a man of him. You cannot make both. Men were not intended to work with the accuracy of tools, to be precise and perfect in all their actions. If you will have that precision out of them, and make their fingers measure degrees like cog-wheels, and their arms strike curves like compasses, you must unhumanize them. All the energy of their spirits must be given to make cogs and compasses of themselves. ... On the other hand, if you will make a man of the working creature, you cannot make a tool. Let him but begin to imagine, to think, to try to do anything worth doing; and the engine-turned precision is lost at once. Out come all his roughness, all his dullness, all his incapability; shame upon shame, failure upon failure, pause upon pause: but out comes the whole majesty of him also. JOHN RUSKIN-The Stones of Venice * By permission of, and special arrangement with, Houghton Mifflin Company authorized publishers. 407. "THE MUMMY IN BELZONI'S EXHIBITION' AND thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) And time had not begun to overthrow Speak! for thou long enough hast acted dummy; Not like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures, But with thy bones and flesh, and limbs and features. Tell us for doubtless thou canst recollect To whom we should assign the Sphinx's fame? Was Cheops or Cephrenes architect Of either Pyramid that bears his name? Is Pompey's Pillar really a misnomer? Had Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by Homer? Perhaps thou wert a mason, and forbidden In Memnon's statue, which at sunrise played? Perchance that very hand, now pinioned flat, Has hob-a-nobbed with Pharaoh, glass to glass; Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass, 408. THE PERSUASIONS OF DEATH H. SMITH If further reason be required of the continuance of this boundless ambition in mortal men than a desire of fame, we may say that the kings and princes of the world have always laid before them the actions, not the ends, of those great ones, they being transported with the glory of the one, and never minding the misery of the other, till it seized upon them. They neglect the |