When I began to write this work, I divided it into three parts,
supposing that one volume would contain a full discussion of the arguments
which seemed to me to rise naturally from a few simple principles; but fresh
illustrations occurring as I advanced, I now present only the first part to the
public.
Many subjects, however, which I have cursorily alluded to, call for
particular investigation, especially the laws relative to women, and the
consideration of their peculiar duties. These will furnish ample matter for a
second volume, which in due time will be published, to elucidate some of the
sentiments and complete many of the sketches begun in the first.
CHAPTER I
THE RIGHTS AND INVOLVED
DUTIES OF MANKIND CONSIDERED
In the present state of society it appears necessary
to go back to first principles in search of the most simple truths, and to
dispute with some prevailing prejudice every inch of ground. To clear my way, I
must be allowed to ask some plain questions, and the answers will probably
appear as unequivocal as the axioms on which reasoning is built; though, when
entangled with various motives of action, they are formally contradicted,
either by the words or conduct of men.
In what does man's pre-eminence over the brute
creation consist? The answer is as clear as that a half is less than the whole,
in Reason.
What acquirement exalts one being above another? Virtue,
we spontaneously reply.
For what purpose were the passions implanted? That
man by struggling with them might attain a degree of knowledge denied to the
brutes, whispers Experience.
Consequently the perfection of our nature and
capability of happiness must be estimated by the degree of reason, virtue, and
knowledge, that distinguish the individual, and direct the laws which bind
society: and that from the exercise of reason, knowledge and virtue naturally
flow, is equally undeniable, if mankind be viewed collectively.
The rights and duties of man thus simplified, it
seems almost impertinent to attempt to illustrate truths that appear so
incontrovertible; yet such deeply rooted prejudices have clouded reason, and
such spurious qualities have assumed the name of virtues, that it is necessary
to pursue the course of reason as it has been perplexed and involved in error,
by various adventitious circumstances, comparing the simple axiom with casual
deviations.
Men, in general, seem to employ their reason to
justify prejudices, which they have imbibed, they can scarcely trace how,
rather than to root them out. The mind must be strong that resolutely forms its
own principles; for a kind of intellectual cowardice prevails which makes many
men shrink from the task, or only do it by halves. Yet the imperfect
conclusions thus drawn, are frequently very plausible, because they are built
on partial experience, on just, though narrow, views.
Going back to first principles, vice skulks, with all
its native deformity, from close investigation; but a set of shallow reasoners
are always exclaiming that these arguments prove too much, and that a measure
rotten at the core may be expedient. Thus expediency is continually contrasted
with simple principles, till truth is lost in a mist of words, virtue, in
forms, and knowledge rendered a sounding nothing, by the specious prejudices
that assume its name.
That the society is formed in the wisest manner,
whose constitution is founded on the nature of man, strikes, in the abstract,
every thinking being so forcibly, that it looks like presumption to endeavour
to bring forward proofs; though proof must be brought, or the strong hold of
prescription will never be forced by reason; yet to urge prescription as an
argument to justify the depriving men (or women) of their natural rights, is
one of the absurd sophisms which daily insult common sense.
The civilisation of the bulk of the people of Europe
is very partial; nay, it may be made a question, whether they have acquired any
virtues in exchange for innocence, equivalent to the misery produced by the
vices that have been plastered over unsightly ignorance, and the freedom which
has been bartered for splendid slavery. The desire of dazzling by riches, the
most certain pre-eminence that man can obtain, the pleasure of commanding
flattering sycophants, and many other complicated low calculations of doting
self-love, have all contributed to overwhelm the mass of mankind, and make
liberty a convenient handle for mock patriotism. For whilst rank and titles are
held of the utmost importance, before which Genius "must hide its
diminished head," it is, with a few exceptions, very unfortunate for a
nation when a man of abilities, without rank or property, pushes himself
forward to notice. Alas! what unheard-of misery have thousands suffered to
purchase a cardinal's hat for an intriguing obscure adventurer, who longed to
be ranked with princes, or lord it over them by seizing the triple crown!
Such, indeed, has been the wretchedness that has flowed
from hereditary honours, riches, and monarchy, that men of lively sensibility
have almost uttered blasphemy in order to justify the dispensations of
Providence. Man has been held out as independent of His power who made him, or
as a lawless planet darting from its orbit to steal the celestial fire of
reason; and the vengeance of Heaven, lurking in the subtile flame, like
Pandora's pent-up mischiefs, sufficiently punished his temerity, by introducing
evil into the world.
Impressed by this view of the misery and disorder
which pervaded society, and fatigued with jostling against artificial fools,
Rousseau became enamoured of solitude, and, being at the same time an optimist,
he labours with uncommon eloquence to prove that man was naturally a solitary animal.
Misled by his respect for the goodness of God, who certainly — for what man of
sense and feeling can doubt it! — gave life only to communicate happiness, he
considers evil as positive, and the work of man; not aware that he was exalting
one attribute at the expense of another, equally necessary to divine
perfection.
Reared on a false hypothesis, his arguments in favour
of a state of nature are plausible, but unsound. I say unsound; for to assert
that B state of nature is preferable to civilisation, in all its possible
perfection, is, in other words, to arraign supreme wisdom; and the paradoxical
exclamation, that God has made all things right, and that error has been
introduced by the creature, whom He formed, knowing what He formed, is as
unphilosophical as impious.
When that wise Being who created us and placed us
here, saw the fair idea, He willed, by allowing it to be so, that the passions
should unfold our reason, because He could see that present evil would produce
future good. Could the helpless creature whom He called from nothing break
loose from His providence, and boldly learn to know good by practising evil,
without His permission? No. How could that energetic advocate for immortality
argue so inconsistently? Had mankind remained for ever in the brutal state of
nature, which even his magic pen cannot paint as a state in which a single
virtue took root, it would have been clear, though not to the sensitive
unreflecting wanderer, that man was born to run the circle of life and death,
and adorn God's garden for some purpose which could not easily be reconciled
with His attributes.
But if, to crown the whole, there were to be rational
creatures produced, allowed to rise in excellence by the exercise of powers
implanted for that purpose; if benignity itself thought fit to call into
existence a creature above the brutes,1 who could think and improve
himself, why should that inestimable gift, for a gift it was, if man was so
created, as to have a capacity to rise above the state in which sensation produced
brutal ease, be called, in direct terms, a curse? A curse it might be reckoned,
if the whole of our existence were bounded by our continuance in this world;
for why should the gracious fountain of life give us passions, and the power of
reflecting, only to imbitter our days and inspire us with mistaken notions of
dignity? Why should He lead us from love of ourselves to the sublime emotions
which the discovery of His wisdom and goodness excites, if these feelings were
not set in motion to improve our nature, of which they make a part,2
and render us capable of enjoying a more godlike portion of happiness? Firmly
persuaded that no evil exists in the world that God did not design to take
place, I build my belief on the perfection of God.
Rousseau exerts himself to prove that all was right
originally: a crowd of authors that all is now right: and I, that all will be
right.
But, true to his first position, next to a state of
nature, Rousseau celebrates barbarism, and apostrophising the shade of
Fabricius, he forgets that, in conquering the world, the Romans never dreamed
of establishing their own liberty on a firm basis, or of extending the reign of
virtue. Eager to support his system, he stigmatises, as vicious, every effort
of genius; and, uttering the apotheosis of savage virtues, he exalts those to
demi-gods, who were scarcely human — the brutal Spartans, who, in defiance of
justice and gratitude, sacrificed, in cold blood, the slaves who had shown
themselves heroes to rescue their oppressors.
Disgusted with artificial manners and virtues, the
citizen of Geneva, instead of properly sifting the subject, threw away the
wheat with the chaff, without waiting to inquire whether the evils which his
ardent soul turned from indignantly, were the consequence of civilisation or
the vestiges of barbarism. He saw vice trampling on virtue, and the semblance
of goodness taking the place of the reality; he saw talents bent by power to
sinister purposes, and never thought of tracing the gigantic mischief up to
arbitrary power, up to the hereditary distinctions that clash with the mental
superiority that naturally raises a man above his fellows. He did not perceive
that regal power, in a few generations, introduces idiotism into the noble
stem, and holds out baits to render thousands idle and vicious.
Nothing can set the regal character in a more
contemptible point of view, than the various crimes that have elevated men to
the supreme dignity. Vile intrigues, unnatural crimes, and every vice that
degrades our nature, have been the steps to this distinguished eminence; yet
millions of men have supinely allowed the nerveless limbs of the posterity of
such rapacious prowlers to rest quietly on their ensanguined thrones.3
What but a pestilential vapour can hover over society
when its chief director is only instructed in the invention of crimes, or the
stupid routine of childish ceremonies? Will men never be wise? — will they
never cease to expect corn from tares, and figs from thistles?
It is impossible for any man, when the most
favourable circumstances concur, to acquire sufficient knowledge and strength
of mind to discharge the duties of a king, entrusted with uncontrolled power;
how then must they be violated when his very elevation is an insuperable bar to
the attainment of either wisdom or virtue, when all the feelings of a man are
stifled by flattery, and reflection shut out by pleasure! Sure it is madness to
make the fate of thousands depend on the caprice of a weak fellow-creature,
whose very station sinks him necessarily below the meanest of his subjects! But
one power should not be thrown down to exalt another — for all power inebriates
weak man; and its abuse proves that the more equality there is established
among men, the more virtue and happiness will reign in society. But this and
any similar maxim deduced from simple reason, raises an outcry — the Church or
the State is in danger, if faith in the wisdom of antiquity is not implicit;
and they who, roused by the sight of human calamity, dare to attack human
authority, are reviled as despisers of God, and enemies of man. These are
bitter calumnies, yet they reached one of the best of men,4 whose
ashes still preach peace, and whose memory demands a respectful pause, when
subjects are discussed that lay so near his heart.
After attacking the sacred majesty of kings, I shall
scarcely excite surprise by adding my firm persuasion that every profession, in
which great subordination of rank constitutes its power, is highly injurious to
morality.
A standing army, for instance, is incompatible with
freedom; because subordination and rigour are the very sinews of military
discipline; and despotism is necessary to give vigour to enterprises that one
will directs. A spirit inspired by romantic notions of honour, a kind of morality
founded on the fashion of the age, can only be felt by a few officers, whilst
the main body must be moved by command, like the waves of the sea; for the
strong wind of authority pushes the crowd of subalterns forward, they scarcely
know or care why, with headlong fury.
Besides, nothing can be so prejudicial to the morals
of the inhabitants of country towns as the occasional residence of a set of
idle superficial young men, whose only occupation is gallantry, and whose
polished manners render vice more dangerous, by concealing its deformity under
gay ornamental drapery. An air of fashion, which is but a badge of slavery, and
proves that the soul has not a strong individual character, awes simple country
people into an imitation of the vices, when they cannot catch the slippery
graces, of politeness. Every corps is a chair; of despots, who, submitting and
tyrannising without exercising their reason, become dead-weights of vice and
folly on the community. A man of rank or fortune, sure of rising by interest, has
nothing to do but to pursue some extravagant freak; whilst the needy gentleman,
who is to rise, as the phrase turns, by his merit, becomes a servile parasite
or vile pander.
Sailors, the naval gentlemen, come under the same
description, only their vices assume a different and a grosser cast. They are
more positively indolent, when not discharging the ceremonials of their
station; whilst the insignificant fluttering of soldiers may be termed active
idleness. More confined to the society of men, the former acquire a fondness
for humour and mischievous tricks; whilst the latter, mixing frequently with
well-bred women, catch a sentimental cant. But mind is equally out of the
question, whether they indulge the horselaugh, or polite simper.
May I be allowed to extend the comparison to a
profession where more mind is certainly to be found, — for the clergy have
superior opportunities of improvement, though subordination almost equally
cramps their faculties? The blind submission imposed at college to forms of belief
serves as a novitiate to the curate, who must obsequiously respect the opinion
of his rector or patron, if he mean to rise in his profession. Perhaps there
cannot be a more forcible contrast than between the servile dependent gait of a
poor curate and the courtly mien of a bishop. And the respect and contempt they
inspire, render the discharge of their separate functions equally useless.
It is of great importance to observe that the
character of every man is, in some degree, formed by his profession. A man of
sense may only have a cast of countenance that wears off as you trace his
individuality, whilst the weak, common man has scarcely ever any character, but
what belongs to the body; at least, all his opinions have been so steeped in
the vat consecrated by authority, that the faint spirit which the grape of his
own vine yields, cannot be distinguished.
Society, therefore, as it becomes more enlightened,
should be very careful not to establish bodies of men who must necessarily be
made foolish or vicious by the very constitution of their profession.
In the infancy of society, when men were just
emerging out of barbarism, chiefs and priests, touching the most powerful
springs of savage conduct, hope and fear, must have had unbounded sway. An
aristocracy, of course, is naturally the first form of government. But,
clashing interests soon losing their equipoise, a monarchy and hierarchy break
out of the confusion of ambitious struggles, and the foundation of both is
secured by feudal tenures. This appears to be the origin of monarchical and
priestly power, and the dawn of civilisation. But such combustible materials
cannot long be pent up; and, getting vent in foreign wars and intestine
insurrections, the people acquire some power in the tumult, which obliges their
rulers to gloss over their oppression with a show of right. Thus, as wars,
agriculture, commerce, and literature, expand the mind, despots are compelled
to make covert corruption hold fast the power which was formerly snatched by
open force.5 And this baneful lurking gangrene is most quickly
spread by luxury and superstition, the sure dregs of ambition. The indolent
puppet of a court first becomes a luxurious monster, or fastidious sensualist,
and then makes the contagion which his unnatural state spread, the instrument
of tyranny.
It is the pestiferous purple which renders the
progress of civilisation a curse, and warps the understanding, till men of
sensibility doubt whether the expansion of intellect produces a greater portion
of happiness or misery. But the nature of the poison points out the antidote;
and had Rousseau mounted one step higher in his investigation, or could his eye
have pierced through the foggy atmosphere, which he almost disdained to
breathe, his active mind would have darted forward to contemplate the
perfection of man in the establishment of true civilisation, instead of taking
his ferocious flight back to the night of sensual ignorance.
1
Contrary to the opinion of the anatomists, who argue by analogy from the
formation of the teeth, stomach, and intestines, Rousseau will not allow a man
to be a carnivorous animal. And, carried away from nature by a love of system,
he disputes whether man be a gregarious animal, though the long and helpless
state of infancy seems to point him out as particularly impelled to pair, the
first step towards herding.
2 What
would you say to a mechanic whom you had desired to make a watch to point out
the hour of the day, if, to show his ingenuity, he added wheels to make it a
repeater, etc., that perplexed the simple mechanism; should he urge to excuse
himself had you not touched a certain spring, you would have known nothing of
the matter, and that he should have amused himself by making an experiment
without doing you any harm, would you not retort fairly upon him, but insisting
that if he had not added those needless wheels and springs, the accident could
not have happened?
3 Could
there be a greater insult offered to the rights of man than the beds of justice
in France, when an infant was made the organ of the detestable Dubois?
4 Dr. Price.
5 Men of abilities
scatter seeds that grow up and have a great influence on the forming opinion;
and when once the public opinion preponderates, through the exertion of reason,
the overthrow of arbitrary power is not very distant.
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