A cold, sluggish blood thinks it has not facts enough to the purpose, and must decline its turn in the conversation.  But they who speak have no more,—­have less.  ’Tis not new facts that avail, but the heat to dissolve everybody’s facts.  Heat puts you in right relation with magazines of facts.  The capital defect of cold, arid natures is the want of animal spirits.  They seem a power incredible, as if God should raise the dead.  The recluse witnesses what others perform by their aid with a kind of fear.  It is as much out of his possibility, as the prowess of Coeur-de-Lion, or an Irishman’s day’s work on the railroad.  ’Tis said, the present and the future are always rivals.  Animal spirits constitute the power of the present, and their feats are like the structure of a pyramid.  Their result is a lord, a general, or a boon-companion.  Before these, what a base mendicant is Memory with his leathern badge!  But this genial heat is latent in all constitutions, and is disengaged only by the friction of society.  As Bacon said of manners, “To obtain them, it only needs not to despise them,” so we say of animal spirits, that they are the spontaneous product of health and of a social habit.  “For behavior, men learn it, as they take diseases, one of another.”

But the people are to be taken in very small doses.  If solitude is proud, so is society vulgar.  In society, high advantages are set down to the individual as disadvantages.  We sink as easily as we rise, through sympathy.  So many men whom I know are degraded by their sympathies, their native aims being high enough, but their relation all too tender to the gross people about them.  Men cannot afford to live together on their merits, and they adjust themselves by their demerits,—­by their love of gossip, or sheer tolerance and animal good-nature.  They untune and dissipate the brave aspirant.

The remedy is, to reinforce each of these moods from the other.  Conversation will not corrupt us, if we come to the assembly in our own garb and speech, and with the energy of health to select what is ours and reject what is not.  Society we must have; but let it be society, and not exchanging news, or eating from the same dish.  Is it society to sit in one of your chairs?  I cannot go to the houses of my nearest relatives, because I do not wish to be alone.  Society exists by chemical affinity, and not otherwise.

Put any company of people together with freedom for conversation, and a rapid self-distribution takes place into sets and pairs.  The best are accused of exclusiveness.  It would be more true to say, they separate as oil from water, as children from old people, without love or hatred in the matter, each seeking his like; and any interference with the affinities would produce constraint and suffocation.  All conversation is a magnetic experiment.  I know that my friend can talk eloquently; you know that he cannot articulate a sentence:  we have seen him in different company.  Assort your party, or invite none.  Put Stubbs and Byron, Quintilian and Aunt Miriam, into pairs, and you make them all wretched.  ’Tis an extempore Sing-Sing built in a parlor.  Leave them to seek their own mates, and they will be as merry as sparrows.