📝 您未登录，登录后完成练习可保存成绩、查看最佳记录。
总字符
0
正确字符
0
错误字符
0
错误率
0.00%
耗时(秒)
0
速度 WPM
0
0 / 67
1I would not subtract any thing from the praise that is due to philanthropy, but merely demand justice for all who by
2their lives and works are a blessing to mankind. I do not value chiefly a man's uprightness and benevolence, which are,
3as it were, his stem and leaves. Those plants of whose greenness withered we make herb tea for the sick, serve but a
4humble use, and are most employed by quacks. I want the flower and fruit of a man; that some fragrance be wafted over
5from him to me, and some ripeness flavor our intercourse. His goodness must not be a partial and transitory act, but a
6constant superfluity, which costs him nothing and of which he is unconscious. This is a charity that hides a multitude
7of sins. The philanthropist too often surrounds mankind with the remembrance of his own cast-off griefs as an
8atmosphere, and calls it sympathy. We should impart our courage, and not our despair, our health and ease, and not our
9disease, and take care that this does not spread by contagion. From what southern plains comes up the voice of wailing?
10Under what latitudes reside the heathen to whom we would send light? Who is that intemperate and brutal man whom we
11would redeem? If any thing ail a man, so that he does not perform his functions, if he have a pain in his bowels
12even,--for that is the seat of sympathy,--he forthwith sets about reforming--the world. Being a microcosm himself, he
13discovers, and it is a true discovery, and he is the man to make it,--that the world has been eating green apples; to
14his eyes, in fact, the globe itself is a great green apple, which there is danger awful to think of that the children of
15men will nibble before it is ripe; and straightway his drastic philanthropy seeks out the Esquimaux and the Patagonian,
16and embraces the populous Indian and Chinese villages; and thus, by a few years of philanthropic activity, the powers in
17the mean while using him for their own ends, no doubt, he cures himself of his dyspepsia, the globe acquires a faint
18blush on one or both of its cheeks, as if it were beginning to be ripe, and life loses its crudity and is once more
19sweet and wholesome to live. I never dreamed of any enormity greater than I have committed. I never knew, and never
20shall know, a worse man than myself. I believe that what so saddens the reformer is not his sympathy with his fellows in
21distress, but, though he be the holiest son of God, is his private ail. Let this be righted, let the spring come to him,
22the morning rise over his couch, and he will forsake his generous companions without apology. My excuse for not
23lecturing against the use of tobacco is, that I never chewed it; that is a penalty which reformed tobacco-chewers have
24to pay; though there are things enough I have chewed, which I could lecture against. If you should ever be betrayed into
25any of these philanthropies, do not let your left hand know what your right hand does, for it is not worth knowing.
26Rescue the drowning and tie your shoe-strings. Take your time, and set about some free labor. Our manners have been
27corrupted by communication with the saints. Our hymn-books resound with a melodious cursing of God and enduring him
28forever. One would say that even the prophets and redeemers had rather consoled the fears than confirmed the hopes of
29man. There is nowhere recorded a simple and irrepressible satisfaction with the gift of life, any memorable praise of
30God. All health and success does me good, however far off and withdrawn it may appear; all disease and failure helps to
31make me sad and does me evil, however much sympathy it may have with me or I with it. If, then, we would indeed restore
32mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves,
33dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores. Do not stay to be an overseer
34of the poor, but endeavor to become one of the worthies of the world. I read in the Gulistan, or Flower Garden, of Sheik
35Sadi of Shiraz, that "They asked a wise man, saying; Of the many celebrated trees which the Most High God has created
36lofty and umbrageous, they call none azad, or free, excepting the cypress, which bears no fruit; what mystery is there
37in this? He replied; Each has its appropriate produce, and appointed season, during the continuance of which it is fresh
38and blooming, and during their absence dry and withered; to neither of which states is the cypress exposed, being always
39flourishing; and of this nature are the azads, or religious independents.--Fix not thy heart on that which is
40transitory; for the Dijlah, or Tigris, will continue to flow through Bagdad after the race of caliphs is extinct: if thy
41hand has plenty, be liberal as the date tree; but if it affords nothing to give away, be an azad, or free man, like the
42cypress." COMPLEMENTAL VERSES The Pretensions of Poverty "Thou dost presume too much, poor needy wretch, To claim a
43station in the firmament Because thy humble cottage, or thy tub, Nurses some lazy or pedantic virtue In the cheap
44sunshine or by shady springs, With roots and pot-herbs; where thy right hand, Tearing those humane passions from the
45mind, Upon whose stocks fair blooming virtues flourish, Degradeth nature, and benumbeth sense, And, Gorgon-like, turns
46active men to stone. We not require the dull society Of your necessitated temperance, Or that unnatural stupidity That
47knows nor joy nor sorrow; nor your forc'd Falsely exalted passive fortitude Above the active. This low abject brood,
48That fix their seats in mediocrity, Become your servile minds; but we advance Such virtues only as admit excess, Brave,
49bounteous acts, regal magnificence, All-seeing prudence, magnanimity That knows no bound, and that heroic virtue For
50which antiquity hath left no name, But patterns only, such as Hercules, Achilles, Theseus. Back to thy loath'd cell; And
51when thou seest the new enlightened sphere, Study to know but what those worthies were." T. CAREW Where I Lived, and
52What I Lived For At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a
53house. I have thus surveyed the country on every side within a dozen miles of where I live. In imagination I have bought
54all the farms in succession, for all were to be bought, and I knew their price. I walked over each farmer's premises,
55tasted his wild apples, discoursed on husbandry with him, took his farm at his price, at any price, mortgaging it to him
56in my mind; even put a higher price on it,--took everything but a deed of it,--took his word for his deed, for I dearly
57love to talk,--cultivated it, and him too to some extent, I trust, and withdrew when I had enjoyed it long enough,
58leaving him to carry it on. This experience entitled me to be regarded as a sort of real-estate broker by my friends.
59Wherever I sat, there I might live, and the landscape radiated from me accordingly. What is a house but a sedes, a
60seat?--better if a country seat. I discovered many a site for a house not likely to be soon improved, which some might
61have thought too far from the village, but to my eyes the village was too far from it. Well, there I might live, I said;
62and there I did live, for an hour, a summer and a winter life; saw how I could let the years run off, buffet the winter
63through, and see the spring come in. The future inhabitants of this region, wherever they may place their houses, may be
64sure that they have been anticipated. An afternoon sufficed to lay out the land into orchard, woodlot, and pasture, and
65to decide what fine oaks or pines should be left to stand before the door, and whence each blasted tree could be seen to
66the best advantage; and then I let it lie, fallow perchance, for a man is rich in proportion to the number of things
67which he can afford to let alone.
🎉 全部完成！共 67 行