so had an elected President, but what was a constitutional King King Amadeo evidently thought the same when he abdicated in Madrid because the aristocracy insulted his wife; and it is believed to have been a dominant idea with the exEmperor Pedro of Brazil. In the strange drama enacted on Friday week at Petropolis, many motives must have mingled, but among them, one of the strongest must have been his often-expressed thought," Why should I be a Sovereign if the people wish to govern themselves?" "My natural business," he once said, to be a Professor." So he struck no blow, but went away quietly, leaving his native country and his throne as a man might leave an estate to which he doubted his full right. It must have been a strange scene that, altogether the soldier threatening, the heirs bargaining, and the old King, feeblest of philosophers, speculating whether if he could resist he would,—because after all, you know, Kings have no right to be unless they are desired. 66 is It is usual, we think, in our day to regard this condition of mind as rather a fine one. Such doubts, it is said, show an open mind, capable of sympathizing even with opposition. If that is so, it is a rare instance of correct thought producing weakness, for we may be sure that no man this sceptical of himself and the rightful ness of his own position will ever do his whole duty, especially that part of it, selfdefence, which is often so essential; but we question whether the condition is admirable at all. There is, we fancy, quite as much weakness as virtue in it, or intellectual openness either. One likes a sentry to go on pacing, and not to be so ready to argue with the first comer whether sentries can be part of the divinely appointed scheme. An incapacity of fully believing is not a strength, but only a sign of a mind which may in rare cases be strong, but is more often flabby and undecided. A man may think his position or occupation wrong, and then he is bound to leave it; but if he does not think so, he should quell his doubts, and do the duty he was set by Providence or his own history to do. We should never blame an officer for throwing up his commission rather than command in a war he believed to be utterly unjust; but if he does not believe that, and only doubts that in commanding in a war he is somehow out of place, and intellectually a little ridiculous, we should say his duty was to do the work before him as well as he knew how. The case is much stronger with a Sovereign. A man may refuse to be a King, and be blameless; but if he is a King, he has, from the very nature of the function, accepted a perpetual contract, and should defend his throne. If his people are in earnest, they will turn him out, and the very object of his being is to prevent their changing the essential order of the State on insufficient grounds, or in too lighthearted a way. A bloodless revolution, unless, indeed, also a legal revolution, is a revolution which ought never to have occurred. All that horror of shedding blood in defence of a throne is unreasonable. If it is right to defend a people against their enemies, it is right to defend them against their aberrations; and the King is bound to consider treason an aberration. It seems to us that on any other theory the whole notion of trusteeship vanishes, and no man can utilize rightly any power that has been put into his hands by inheritance or otherwise. A millionaire may fancy others could utilize his wealth better than himself; but still, it has been given to him, and his business is to use it as well as he can, not to give it away, and so transfer his responsibility to others. That is shirking, and if we cared to describe most cases of abdication we should do it in that single and contumelious word. Let the King stick there and die there, as any officer would if his men were in mutiny, not go away because perchance the mutiny laws are severe, and the men are misguided, and possibly somebody may be shot. There will be, or may be, thousands shot in Brazil because the Emperor failed to shoot a few soldiers, as there were thousands shot in Paris by Cavaignac because Louis Philippe would not order the cannon to fire. Half the scepticism about functions is nothing but distaste for a duty which has become disagreeable, but which nevertheless ought to be done. The man's hand has grown too weak for the wheel, and therefore the ship is to be left rudderless. He can cling on and die clinging, but that is exactly what he will not do; and in that absence of the power of self sacrifice is the condemnation of the thought, partly born of self-distrust, partly of distrust of any higher power, which has paralyzed his energy.. We suppose it is thought which produces these hesitations of our day. Shakespeare thought so, and he knew human nature as we cannot pretend to do; but it sometimes occurs to us that it may not be thought at all. There may be forms of moral cowardice as independent of thought as physical cowardice is sometimes of the will, and almost as much exempt from responsibility. Men admire strength, and have studied it, and know even how to generate it; but they have been neither so patient nor so observant about weakness. We suspect that there are a good many men like the poet Cowper, who literally could not face his position as Clerk to the House of Lords, and, long before his mind had given way, threw it up in a fit of self-distrusting horror. That was not a result of thought at all, but, if he was sane, of a weakness exactly corresponding in the mind to cowardice in the physical nature. It is a quality to be lamented over, and sometimes pitied; but it is never praiseworthy. Indeed, it never is praised, except by those who like its results, and who, desiring change, see that under the operation of this dread of responsibility, this uncertainty as to duty, this doubt whether anything but renunciation can ever be right, no stable thing can exist. The man who does not believe in his own functions, be they King's or beadle's, is certain to be partially ueless, and though he may be sometimes an enlightened man unable not to see the ridiculous aspect of his crown or his red coat, he may be also, and usually is, much of a moral coward. Nine times out of ten, the work you have to do is work you ought not to shirk, and to leave that work undone because of faint inner hesitations, especially if you never act on them when all is smooth, is nothing but shirking, which would be discreditable, but that the whole world is doubtful whether any man has a right to anything, even to the position in which Providence has obviously placed him.-Spectator. More than these many days to look for stir. Second. Except it may be this, by nine o' the clock We two are forth, and lingering on our road, Do look toward the windows of Whitehall, A like attention is in other eyes. First. What I would, ay, To gather up wild rumors nigh their source Second. And the forgetting of a plighted word, Why, know you not? If future blame should be to throw it on them, Of aught-distraught and pale-but his own need. Then all did hold their breath and stare at him. And then he sighed. When he did speak, "I am old, "I had indeed a son. "" The king on this Was so struck dumb he could not speak nor move. Ever man said. Albeit his heart be cold And hard; fenced as with adamantine walls First. Ah! his soul did chide with him; He suffered not for treason. No. Then they pass on a few steps to an oyster-stall, where are several groups of women, all looking toward Whitehall and talking together. You, neighbor, out! Ay, and I scarce know why. But we know, gossip, we know very well. The streets are wet yet. How it rained last night, Second (whispering). Ay, look! and yet we tell you it were best To hide them. [They both give her money. Now sing some ditty of the olden time And naught with danger in't, you understand, To rouse and anger any that attend. Singer. Forsooth, I thank your honors heartily, And shall. Who'll buy! Who'll buy! here's goodly gear, All on a broadsheet printed plain. The knight, And how they parted, he an' 's lawful wife, A gentlewoman that did love him dear. Cry, cry, hope goeth by, and the last kind word's said; There's no light in his eyes to-night; would I had died instead. ""Twas my one brother. He loved none other, Men said and swore it, but thee." "O cold comfort and cold comfort, That ever this thing should be." "Right weariful day, right sinful fray, "O cold comfort, ay, cold comfort, Ye never had wrong from me." Fall, fall, faded leaves all, that were in springtide sweet, "Some did me flout, and the sword flew out, "O cold comfort and cold comfort I ever amain, will, for ye twain, O cold comfort and cold comfort Full bitter thy weird shall be." There's fear, fear in the high chambere, no more love nor peace, A hunted man on the welter wan, "But alone faire wife, alone faire wife, Heart, heart, break, for thy part, nought such woe may mend, [As the singer moves on and the people follow they talk again. First. Now one may speak, and not to other ears, The Queen, sir? Ay, sir, she is gone indeed. First. It took away my breath to hear the words. |