The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 2, December, 1857 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 311 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 2, December, 1857.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 2, December, 1857 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 311 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 2, December, 1857.

——­It is an odd idea, that almost all our people have had a professional education.  To become a doctor a man must study some three years and hear a thousand lectures, more or less.  Just how much study it takes to make a lawyer I cannot say, but probably not more than this.  Now most decent people hear one hundred lectures or sermons (discourses) on theology every year,—­and this, twenty, thirty, fifty years together.  They read a great many religious books besides.  The clergy, however, rarely hear any sermons except what they preach themselves.  A dull preacher might be conceived, therefore, to lapse into a state of quasi heathenism, simply for want of religious instruction.  And on the other hand, an attentive and intelligent hearer, listening to a succession of wise teachers, might become actually better educated in theology than any one of them.  We are all theological students, and more of us qualified as doctors of divinity than have received degrees at any of the universities.

It is not strange, therefore, that very good people should often find it difficult, if not impossible, to keep their attention fixed upon a sermon treating feebly a subject which they have thought vigorously about for years, and heard able men discuss scores of times.  I have often noticed, however, that a hopelessly dull discourse acts inductively, as electricians would say, in developing strong mental currents.  I am ashamed to think with what accompaniments and variations and fioriture I have sometimes followed the droning of a heavy speaker,—­not willingly,—­for my habit is reverential,—­but as a necessary result of a slight continuous impression on the senses and the mind, which kept both in action without furnishing the food they required to work upon.  If you ever saw a crow with a king-bird after him, you will get an image of a dull speaker and a lively listener.  The bird in sable plumage flaps heavily along his straight-forward course, while the other sails round him, over him, under him, leaves him, comes back again, tweaks out a black feather, shoots away once more, never losing sight of him, and finally reaches the crow’s perch at the same time the crow does, having cut a perfect labyrinth of loops and knots and spirals while the slow fowl was painfully working from one end of his straight line to the other.

[I think these remarks were received rather coolly.  A temporary boarder from the country, consisting of a somewhat more than middle-aged female, with a parchment forehead and a dry little “frisette” shingling it, a sallow neck with a necklace of gold beads, a black dress too rusty for recent grief, and contours in basso-rilievo, left the table prematurely, and was reported to have been very virulent about what I said.  So I went to my good old minister, and repeated the remarks, as nearly as I could remember them, to him.  He laughed good-naturedly, and said there was considerable truth in them.  He

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