What
matter to the sentimentalist? Hiss the stupid hard-hearted man of
facts, by all means. What if he be right? He has no business to be
right; we will consider him wrong accordingly, of our own sovereign
will and pleasure. For after all, if we had the facts put before us
(says the conscience of many a hearer), we could not judge of them;
we read to be amused and instructed, not to study cases like so many
barristers. So is history read. And so, alas, is history written,
too often, for want of a steady and severe training which would
enable people to judge dispassionately of facts. In politics the
case is the same. In poetry, which appeals more directly to the
feelings, it must needs be still worse; as has been shown sadly
enough of late by the success of several poems, in which every
possible form of bad taste has only met with unbounded admiration
from the many who have not had their senses exercised to discern
between good and evil.
Now what seems to me to be wanted for young minds, is a study in
which no personal likes or dislikes shall tempt them out of the path
of mental honesty; a study in which they shall be free to look at
facts exactly as they are, and draw their conclusions patiently and
dispassionately. And such a study I have found in that of natural
history.
Do not fancy it, I beg you, an easy thing to judge fairly of facts;
even to discover the facts at all, when they are staring you in the
face; and to see what it is that you do see.
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