5 tion, arising from the simple consciousness of rectitude, which the truly honest man does not hesitate to purchase with the loss of all the advantages which the most successful policy could have secured. But besides the immoral tendency of this economical view of virtue, it is not consistent with facts, with experience, that honesty is always the best, the most successful, policy. He is not always the most successful merchant who in no instance deviates from the strict principles of 10 honesty; but rather he whose general way of doing business is so fair and equitable, that he can, without much danger, avail himself of some favorable opportunity to make his fortune by a mode of proceeding which would have ruined his credit if he had been so impolitic as to 15 make this successful deviation from duty the general line of his conduct. Again, he is not always the most prosperous lawyer who never undertakes the defence of a cause which his conscience condemns; but rather he who never undertakes a 20 cause so palpably unjust that it cannot be gained even by the most skilful and artful management; while the power of making a bad cause appear good, when discreetly em*ployed, is apt to enhance, rather than degrade, his professional character. 25 Again, he is not always the most influential politician who never deviates from the straight path of political justice; but rather he who goes upon the common principle that "all is fair in politics," provided he does not become guilty of any such dishonesty as will not be pardoned by 30 his own party. In the same way, he is not apt to be the most popular divine, who, regardless both of the praise and of the censure of men, declares the whole counsel of God, as it stands revealed to his own mind; but rather he who re 35 gards the signs of the times as much as the handwriting of God, modifying the plain honesty of apostolic preaching T with a politic regard to the likes and dislikes, the passions and prejudices, of men. I believe, then, that experience does not verify the common saying, that honesty is the best—that is, the most 5 profitable policy. It is so in most cases, but not in all. Hence those who recommend honesty on the ground of its being the best policy, advise men to act from a motive which, in some, perhaps the most important cases, may lead them into dishonesty. Steal no more! Cease to do 10 evil! Learn to do well! These are the simple precepts addressed to the consciences of men, without leaving it to their discretion to decide in what cases they may do evil, if in all others they do well. If you compare this simple doctrine of Scripture and of 15 conscience, which enjoins honesty because of its intrinsic excellence, with the doctrine of worldly wisdom, which recommends honesty as the most profitable policy, and if you put both maxims to the test of experience, you will know by their fruits which is of God and which of man. 20 In those cases where honesty is in part the worst policy, the man who is virtuous for virtue's sake will choose to endure all the evils connected with the performance of duty, rather than the simple consciousness of guilt; while in all those cases in which honesty turns out to be the best 25 policy, the joy of acting right, without regard to the consequences, exceeds every other reward. LX.- PAUL REVERE'S RIDE. LONGFELLOW. 1 LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five: Who remembers that famous day and year. 2 He said to his friend, 3 "If the British march Then he said good-night, and with muffled oar Where swinging wide at her moorings lay A phantom ship, with each mast and spar And a huge, black hulk, that was magnified 4 Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street 5 Then he climbed to the tower of the church, Where he paused to listen and look down 6 Beneath, in the church-yard, lay the dead And seeming to whisper, "All is well!" Of the place and the hour, the secret dread Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Now gazed on the landscape far and near, 8 And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height, 9 A hurry of hoofs in a village-street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, 10 It was twelve by the village-clock, 11 When he crossed the bridge into Medford town And the barking of the farmer's dog, That rises when the sun goes down. It was one by the village-clock, Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. 12 It was two by the village-clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And one was safe and asleep in his bed |