2.  That a young man should begin his remarks to his father on any subject with, I say, governor; and treat the old gentleman upon all occasions with no deference at all.

But indeed, intelligent reader, the swing of the pendulum is the type of the greater amount of human opinion and human feeling.  In individuals, in communities, in parishes, in little country towns, in great nations, from hour to hour, from week to week, from century to century, the pendulum swings to and fro.  From Yes on the one side to No on the other side of almost all conceivable questions, the pendulum swings.  Sometimes it swings over from Yes to No in a few hours or days; sometimes it takes centuries to pass from the one extremity to the other.  In feeling, in taste, in judgment, in the grandest matters and the least, the pendulum swings.  From Popery to Puritanism; from Puritanism back towards Popery; from Imperialism to Republicanism, and back towards Imperialism again; from Gothic architecture to Palladian, and from Palladian back to Gothic; from hooped petticoats to drapery of the scantiest, and from that backwards to the multitudinous crinoline; from crying up the science of arms to crying it down, and back; from the schoolboy telling you that his companion Brown is the jolliest fellow, to the schoolboy telling you that his companion Brown is a beast, and back again; from very high carriages to very low ones and back; from very short horsetails to very long ones and back again—­the pendulum swings.  In matters of serious judgment it is comparatively easy to discern the rationale of this oscillation from side to side.  It is that the evils of what is present are strongly felt, while the evils of what is absent are forgotten; and so, when the pendulum has swung over to A, the evils of A send it flying over to B, while when it reaches B the evils of B repel it again to A. In matters of feeling it is less easy to discover the how and why of the process:  we can do no more than take refuge in the general belief that nature loves the swing of the pendulum.  There are people who at one time have an excessive affection for some friend, and at another take a violent disgust at him:  and who (though sometimes permanently remaining at the latter point) oscillate between these positive and negative poles.  You, being a sensible man, would not feel very happy if some men were loudly crying you up:  for you would be very sure that in a little while they would be loudly crying you dovvn.  If you should ever happen to feel for one day an extraordinary lightness and exhilaration of spirits, you will know that you must pay for all this the price of corresponding depression—­the hot fit must be counterbalanced by the cold.  Let us thank God that there are beliefs and sentiments as to which the pendulum does not swing, though even in these I have known it do so.  I have known the young girl who appeared thoroughly good and pious, who devoted herself to works of charity, and (with even an over-scrupulous