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to be ever open to criticisms； to comparisons； to the caprices of
successive generations； to be called into court and stand a trial
before a new jury； once or more than once in every century。 To be
forgotten is to sleep in peace with the undisturbed myriads； no
longer subject to the chills and heats； the blasts； the sleet； the
dust； which assail in endless succession that shadow of a man which
we call his reputation。 The line which dying we could wish to blot
has been blotted out for us by a hand so tender； so patient； so used
to its kindly task； that the page looks as fair as if it had never
borne the record of our infirmity or our transgression。 And then so
few would be wholly content with their legacy of fame。 You remember
poor Monsieur Jacques's complaint of the favoritism shown to Monsieur
Berthier；it is in that exquisite 〃Week in a French Country…House。〃
〃Have you seen his room？ Have you seen how large it is？ Twice as
large as mine！ He has two jugs； a large one and a little one。 I
have only one small one。 And a tea…service and a gilt Cupid on the
top of his looking…glass。〃 The famous survivor of himself has had his
features preserved in a medallion； and the slice of his countenance
seems clouded with the thought that it does not belong to a bust； the
bust ought to look happy in its niche； but the statue opposite makes
it feel as if it had been cheated out of half its personality； and
the statue looks uneasy because another stands on a loftier pedestal。
But 〃Ignotus 〃 and 〃Miserrimus 〃 are of the great majority in that
vast assembly； that House of Commons whose members are all peers；
where to be forgotten is the standing rule。 The dignity of a silent
memory is not to be undervalued。 Fame is after all a kind of rude
handling； and a name that is often on vulgar lips seems to borrow
something not to be desired； as the paper money that passes from hand
to hand gains somewhat which is a loss thereby。 O sweet； tranquil
refuge of oblivion； so far as earth is concerned； for us poor
blundering； stammering； misbehaving creatures who cannot turn over a
leaf of our life's diary without feeling thankful that its failure
can no longer stare us in the face！ Not unwelcome shall be the
baptism of dust which hides forever the name that was given in the
baptism of water！ We shall have good company whose names are left
unspoken by posterity。 〃Who knows whether the best of men be known；
or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot than any that
stand remembered in the known account of time？ The greater part must
be content to be as though they had not been； to be found in the
register of God； not in the record of man。 Twenty…seven names make
up the first story before the flood； and the recorded names ever
since contain not one living century。〃
I have my moods about such things as the Young Astronomer has； as we
all have。 There are times when the thought of becoming utterly
nothing to the world we knew so well and loved so much is painful and
oppressive； we gasp as if in a vacuum； missing the atmosphere of life
we have so long been in the habit of breathing。 Not the less are
there moments when the aching need of repose comes over us and the
requiescat in pace； heathen benediction as it is； sounds more sweetly
in our ears than all the promises that Fame can hold out to us。
I wonder whether it ever occurred to you to reflect upon another
horror there must be in leaving a name behind you。 Think what a
horrid piece of work the biographers make of a man's private history！
Just imagine the subject of one of those extraordinary fictions
called biographies coming back and reading the life of himself；
written very probably by somebody or other who thought he could turn
a penny by doing it； and having the pleasure of seeing
〃His little bark attendant sail；
Pursue the triumph and partake the gale。〃
The ghost of the person condemned to walk the earth in a biography
glides into a public library； and goes to the shelf where his mummied
life lies in its paper cerements。 I can see the pale shadow glancing
through the pages and hear the comments that shape themselves in the
bodiless intelligence as if they were made vocal by living lips。
〃Born in July； 1776！ 〃 And my honored father killed at the battle of
Bunker Hill！ Atrocious libeller！ to slander one's family at the
start after such a fashion！
〃The death of his parents left him in charge of his Aunt Nancy； whose
tender care took the place of those parental attentions which should
have guided and protected his infant years； and consoled him for the
severity of another relative。〃
Aunt Nancy！ It was Aunt Betsey； you fool！ Aunt Nancy used toshe
has been dead these eighty years； so there is no use in mincing
mattersshe used to keep a bottle and a stick； and when she had been
tasting a drop out of the bottle the stick used to come off the shelf
and I had to taste that。 And here she is made a saint of； and poor
Aunt Betsey； that did everything for me； is slandered by implication
as a horrid tyrant
〃The subject of this commemorative history was remarkable for a
precocious development of intelligence。 An old nurse who saw him at
the very earliest period of his existence is said to have spoken of
him as one of the most promising infants she had seen in her long
experience。 At school he was equally remarkable； and at a tender age
he received a paper adorned with a cut； inscribed REWARD OF MERIT。〃
I don't doubt the nurse said that；there were several promising
children born about that time。 As for cuts； I got more from the
schoolmaster's rattan than in any other shape。 Didn't one of my
teachers split a Gunter's scale into three pieces over the palm of my
hand？ And didn't I grin when I saw the pieces fly？ No humbug； now；
about my boyhood！
〃His personal appearance was not singularly prepossessing。
Inconspicuous in stature and unattractive in features〃
You misbegotten son of an ourang and grandson of an ascidian
（ghosts keep up with science； you observe）； what business have you to
be holding up my person to the contempt of my posterity？ Haven't I
been sleeping for this many a year in quiet； and don't the dandelions
and buttercups look as yellow over me as over the best…looking
neighbor I have in the dormitory？ Why do you want to people the
minds of everybody that reads your good…for…nothing libel which you
call a 〃biography〃 with your impudent caricatures of a man who was a
better…looking fellow than yourself； I 'll bet you ten to one； a man
whom his Latin tutor called fommosus puer when he was only a
freshman？ If that's what it means to make a reputation；to leave
your character and your person； and the good name of your sainted
relatives； and all you were； and all you had and thought and felt； so
far as can be gathered by digging you out of your most private
records； to be manipulated and bandied about and cheapened in the
literary market as a chicken or a turkey or a goose is handled and
bargained over at a provision stall； is n't it better to be content
with the honest blue slate…stone and its inscription informing
posterity that you were a worthy citizen and a respected father of a
family？
I should like to see any man's biography with corrections and
emendations by his ghost。 We don't know each other's secrets quite
so well as we flatter ourselves we do。 We don't always know our own
secrets as well as we might。 You have seen a tree with different
grafts upon it； an apple or a pear tree we will say。 In the late
summer months the fruit on one bough will ripen； I remember just such
a tree； and the early ripening fruit was the Jargonelle。 By and by
the fruit of another bough will begin to come into condition； the
lovely Saint Michael； as I remember； grew on the same stock as the
Jargonelle in the tree I am thinking of； and then； when these have
all fallen or been gathered； another； we will say the Winter Nelis；
has its turn； and so out of the same juices have come in succession
fruits of the most varied aspects and flavors。 It is the same thing
with ourselves； but it takes us a long while to find it out。 The
various inherited instincts ripen in succession。 You may be nine
tenths paternal at one period of your life； and nine tenths maternal
at another。 All at once the traits of some immediate ancestor may
come to maturity unexpectedly on one of the branches of your
character； just as your features at different periods of your life
betray different resemblances to your nearer or more remote
relatives。
But I want you to let me go back to the Bunker Hill Monument and the
dynasty of twenty or thirty centuries whose successive
representatives are to sit in the gate； like the Jewish monarchs；
while the people shall come by hundreds and by thousands to visit the
memorial shaft until the story of Bunker's Hill is as old as that of
Marathon。
Would not one like to attend twenty consecutive soirees； at each one
of which the lion of the party should be the Man of the Monument； at
the beginning of each century； all the way； we will say； from Anno
Domini 2000 to Ann。 Dom。 4000；or； if you think the style of dating
will b