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replied: “No, I don’t: I want a pennyworth of figs; come, look
sharp and wrap them up; I want to be off!”
The cultivation of manner—though in excess it is foppish and
foolish—is highly necessary in a person who has occasion to
negociate with others in matters of business. Affability and good
breeding may even be regarded as essential to the success of a man
in any eminent station and enlarged sphere of life; for the want of
it has not unfrequently been found in a great measure to neutralise
the results of much industry, integrity, and honesty of character.
There are, no doubt, a few strong tolerant minds which can bear
with defects and angularities of manner, and look only to the more
genuine qualities; but the world at large is not so forbearant, and
cannot help forming its judgments and likings mainly according to
outward conduct.
Another mode of displaying true politeness is consideration for the
opinions of others. It has been said of dogmatism, that it is only
puppyism come to its full growth; and certainly the worst form this
quality can assume, is that of opinionativeness and arrogance. Let
men agree to differ, and, when they do differ, bear and forbear.
Principles and opinions may be maintained with perfect suavity,
without coming to blows or uttering hard words; and there are
circumstances in which words are blows, and inflict wounds far less
easy to heal. As bearing upon this point, we quote an instructive
little parable spoken some time since by an itinerant preacher of
the Evangelical Alliance on the borders of Wales:- “As I was going
to the hills,” said he, “early one misty morning, I saw something
moving on a mountain side, so strange looking that I took it for a
monster. When I came nearer to it I found it was a man. When I
came up to him I found he was my brother.”
The inbred politeness which springs from right-heartedness and
kindly feelings, is of no exclusive rank or station. The mechanic
who works at the bench may possess it, as well as the clergyman or
the peer. It is by no means a necessary condition of labour that
it should, in any respect, be either rough or coarse. The
politeness and refinement which distinguish all classes of the
people in many continental countries show that those qualities
might become ours too—as doubtless they will become with increased
culture and more general social intercourse—without sacrificing
any of our more genuine qualities as men. From the highest to the
lowest, the richest to the poorest, to no rank or condition in life
has nature denied her highest boon—the great heart. There never
yet existed a gentleman but was lord of a great heart. And this
may exhibit itself under the hodden grey of the peasant as well as
under the laced coat of the noble. Robert Burns was once taken to
task by a young Edinburgh blood, with whom he was walking, for
recognising an honest farmer in the open street. “Why you
fantastic gomeral,” exclaimed Burns, “it was not the great coat,
the scone bonnet, and the saunders-boot hose that I spoke to, but
THE MAN that was in them; and the man, sir, for true worth, would
weigh down you and me, and ten more such, any day.” There may be a
homeliness in externals, which may seem vulgar to those who cannot
discern the heart beneath; but, to the right-minded, character will
always have its clear insignia.
William and Charles Grant were the sons of a farmer in Inverness-shire, whom a sudden flood stripped of everything, even to the very
soil which he tilled. The farmer and his sons, with the world
before them where to choose, made their way southward in search of
employment until they arrived in the neighbourhood of Bury in
Lancashire. From the crown of the hill near Walmesley they
surveyed the wide extent of country which lay before them, the
river Irwell making its circuitous course through the valley. They
were utter strangers in the neighbourhood, and knew not which way
to turn. To decide their course they put up a stick, and agreed to
pursue the direction in which it fell. Thus their decision was
made, and they journeyed on accordingly until they reached the
village of Ramsbotham, not far distant. They found employment in a
print-work, in which William served his apprenticeship; and they
commanded themselves to their employers by their diligence,
sobriety, and strict integrity. They plodded on, rising from one
station to another, until at length the two men themselves became
employers, and after many long years of industry, enterprise, and
benevolence, they became rich, honoured, and respected by all who
knew them. Their cotton-mills and print-works gave employment to a
large population. Their well-directed diligence made the valley
teem with activity, joy, health, and opulence. Out of their
abundant wealth they gave liberally to all worthy objects, erecting
churches, founding schools, and in all ways promoting the well-being of the class of working-men from which they had sprung. They
afterwards erected, on the top of the hill above Walmesley, a lofty
tower in commemoration of the early event in their history which
had determined the place of their settlement. The brothers Grant
became widely celebrated for their benevolence and their various
goodness, and it is said that Mr. Dickens had them in his mind’s
eye when delineating the character of the brothers Cheeryble. One
amongst many anecdotes of a similar kind may be cited to show that
the character was by no means exaggerated. A Manchester
warehouseman published an exceedingly scurrilous pamphlet against
the firm of Grant Brothers, holding up the elder partner to
ridicule as “Billy Button.” William was informed by some one of
the nature of the pamphlet, and his observation was that the man
would live to repent of it. “Oh!” said the libeller, when informed
of the remark, “he thinks that some time or other I shall be in his
debt; but I will take good care of that.” It happens, however,
that men in business do not always foresee who shall be their
creditor, and it so turned out that the Grants’ libeller became a
bankrupt, and could not complete his certificate and begin business
again without obtaining their signature. It seemed to him a
hopeless case to call upon that firm for any favour, but the
pressing claims of his family forced him to make the application.
He appeared before the man whom he had ridiculed as “Billy Button”
accordingly. He told his tale and produced his certificate. “You
wrote a pamphlet against us once?” said Mr. Grant. The supplicant
expected to see his document thrown into the fire; instead of which
Grant signed the name of the firm, and thus completed the necessary
certificate. “We make it a rule,” said he, handing it back, “never
to refuse signing the certificate of an honest tradesman, and we
have never heard that you were anything else.” The tears started
into the man’s eyes. “Ah,” continued Mr. Grant, “you see my saying
was true, that you would live to repent writing that pamphlet. I
did not mean it as a threat—I only meant that some day you would
know us better, and repent having tried to injure us.” “I do, I
do, indeed, repent it.” “Well, well, you know us now. But how do
you get on—what are you going to do?” The poor man stated that he
had friends who would assist him when his certificate was obtained.
“But how are you off in the mean time?” The answer was, that,
having given up every farthing to his creditors, he had been
compelled to stint his family in even the common necessaries of
life, that he might be enabled to pay for his certificate. “My
good fellow, this will never do; your wife and family must not
suffer in this way; be kind enough to take this ten-pound note to
your wife from me: there, there, now—don’t cry, it will be all
well with you yet; keep up your spirits, set to work like a man,
and you will raise your head among the best of us yet.” The
overpowered man endeavoured with choking utterance to express his
gratitude, but in vain; and putting his hand to his face, he went
out of the room sobbing like a child.
The True Gentleman is one whose nature has been fashioned after the
highest models. It is a grand old name, that of Gentleman, and has
been recognized as a rank and power in all stages of society. “The
Gentleman is always the Gentleman,” said the old French General to
his regiment of Scottish gentry at Rousillon, “and invariably
proves himself such in need and in danger.” To possess this
character is a dignity of itself, commanding the instinctive homage
of every generous mind, and those who will not bow to titular rank,
will yet do homage to the gentleman. His qualities depend not upon
fashion or manners, but upon moral worth—not on personal
possessions, but on personal qualities. The Psalmist briefly
describes him as one “that walketh uprightly, and worketh
righteousness, and speaketh the truth in his heart.”
The gentleman is eminently distinguished for his self-respect. He
values his character,—not so much of it only as can be seen of
others, but as he sees it himself; having regard for the approval
of his inward monitor. And, as he respects himself, so, by the
same law, does he respect others. Humanity is sacred in his eyes:
and thence proceed politeness and forbearance, kindness and
charity. It is related of Lord Edward Fitzgerald that, while
travelling in Canada, in company with the Indians, he was shocked
by the sight of a poor squaw trudging along laden with her
husband’s trappings, while the chief himself walked on
unencumbered. Lord Edward at once relieved the squaw of her pack
by placing it upon his own shoulders,—a beautiful instance of what
the French call politesse de coeur—the inbred politeness of the
true gentleman.
The true gentleman has a keen sense of honour,—scrupulously
avoiding mean actions. His standard of probity in word and action
is high. He does not shuffle or prevaricate, dodge or skulk; but
is honest, upright, and straightforward. His law is rectitude—
action in right lines. When he says YES, it is a law: and he
dares to say the valiant NO at the fitting season. The gentleman
will not be bribed; only the low-minded and unprincipled will sell
themselves to those who are interested in buying them. When the
upright Jonas Hanway officiated as commissioner in the victualling
department, he declined to receive a present of any kind from a
contractor; refusing thus to be biassed in the performance of his
public duty. A fine trait of the same kind is to be noted in the
life of the Duke of Wellington. Shortly after the battle of
Assaye, one morning the Prime Minister of the Court of Hyderabad
waited upon him for the purpose of privately ascertaining what
territory and what advantages had been reserved for his master in
the treaty of peace between the Mahratta princes and the Nizam. To
obtain this information the minister offered the general a very
large sum—considerably above 100,000l. Looking at him quietly for
a few seconds, Sir Arthur said, “It appears, then, that you are
capable of keeping a secret?” “Yes, certainly,” replied the
minister. “THEN SO AM I,” said the English general, smiling, and
bowed the minister out. It was to Wellington’s great honour, that
though uniformly successful in India, and with the power of earning
in such modes as this enormous wealth, he did not add a farthing to
his fortune, and returned to England a comparatively poor man.
A similar sensitiveness and high-mindedness characterised his noble
relative, the Marquis of Wellesley, who, on one occasion,
positively
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