Everybody admires the physical training of military and naval schools.  But these same persons never seem to imagine that the body is worth cultivating for any purpose, except to annihilate the bodies of others.  Yet it needs more training to preserve life than to destroy it.  The vocation of a literary man is far more perilous than that of a frontier dragoon.  The latter dies at most but once, by an Indian bullet; the former dies daily, unless he be warned in time and take occasional refuge in the saddle and the prairie with the dragoon.  What battle-piece is so pathetic as Browning’s “Grammarian’s Funeral”?  Do not waste your gymnastics on the West Point or Annapolis student, whose whole life will be one of active exercise, but bring them into the professional schools and the counting-rooms.  Whatever may be the exceptional cases, the stern truth remains, that the great deeds of the world can be more easily done by illiterate men than by sickly ones.  Wisely said Horace Mann, “All through the life of a pure-minded but feeble-bodied man, his path is lined with memory’s gravestones, which mark the spots where noble enterprises perished, for lack of physical vigor to embody them in deeds.”  And yet more eloquently it has been said by a younger American thinker, (D.A.  Wasson,) “Intellect in a weak body is like gold in a spent swimmer’s pocket,—­the richer he would be, under other circumstances, by so much the greater his danger now.”

Of course, the mind has immense control over physical endurance, and every one knows that among soldiers, sailors, emigrants, and woodsmen, the leaders, though more delicately nurtured, will often endure hardship better than the followers,—­“because,” says Sir Philip Sidney, “they are supported by the great appetites of honor.”  But for all these triumphs of nervous power a reaction lies in store, as in the case of the superhuman efforts often made by delicate women.  And besides, there is a point beyond which no mental heroism can ignore the body,—­as, for instance, in seasickness and toothache.  Can virtue arrest consumption, or self-devotion set free the agonized breath of asthma, or heroic energy defy paralysis?  More formidable still are those subtle results of disease, which cannot be resisted, because their source is unseen.  Voltaire declared that the fate of a nation had often depended on the good or bad digestion of a prime-minister; and Motley holds that the gout of Charles V. changed the destinies of the world.

But so blinded, on these matters, is our accustomed mode of thought, that Mr. Beecher’s recent lecture on the Laws of Nature has been met with strong objections from a portion of the religious press.  These newspapers agree in asserting that admiration of physical strength belonged to the barbarous ages of the world.  So it certainly did, and so much the better for those ages.  They had that one merit, at least; and so surely as an exclusively intellectual civilization ignored it, the arm of some robust barbarian prostrated