feeling. You understand later that associations
are not visible, and that they do not add to a man’s
extension in space. But (to go back) you do, as
regards yourself, what you do as regards greater men:
you add your lot to your personality, and thus you
make up a bigger object. And when you see yourself
in your tailor’s shop, in a large mirror (one
of a series) wherein you see your figure all round,
reflected several times, your feeling will probably
be, What a little thing you are! If you are a
wise man, you will go away somewhat humbled, and possibly
somewhat the better for the sight. You have,
to a certain extent, done what Burns thought it would
do all men much good to do: you have “seen
yourself as others see you.” And even to
do so physically is a step towards a juster and humbler
estimate of yourself in more important things.
It may here be said, as a further illustration of
the principle set forth, that people who stay very
much at home feel their stature, bodily and mental,
much lessened when they go far away from home, and
spend a little time among strange scenes and people.
For, going thus away from home, you take only yourself.
It is but a small part of your extension that goes.
You go; but you leave behind your house, your study,
your children, your servants, your horses, your garden.
And not only do you leave them behind, but they grow
misty and unsubstantial when you are far away from
them. And somehow you feel, that, when you make
the acquaintance of a new friend some hundreds of
miles off, who never saw your home and your family,
you present yourself before him only a twentieth part
or so of what you feel yourself to be when you have
all your belongings about you. Do you not feel
all that? And do you not feel, that, if you were
to go away to Australia forever, almost as the English
coast turned blue and then invisible on the horizon,
your life in England would first turn cloud-like,
and then melt away?
But without further discussing the philosophy of how
it comes to be, I return to the statement that you
yourself, as you live in your home, are to yourself
the centre of this world,—and that you feel
the force of any great principle most deeply, when
you feel it in your own case. And though every
worthy mortal must be often taken out of himself,
especially by seeing the deep sorrows and great failures
of other men, still, in thinking of people of whom
more might have been made, it touches you most to
discern that you are one of these. It is a very
sad thing to think of yourself, and to see how much
more might have been made of you. Sit down by
the fire in winter, or go out now in summer and sit
down under a tree, and look back on the moral discipline
you have gone through,—look back on what
you have done and suffered. Oh, how much better
and happier you might have been! And how very
near you have often been to what would have made you
so much happier and better! If you had taken
the other turning when you took the wrong one, after