The night the Tasmania was wrecked, the captain had given the course north by west, sixty-seven degrees. He had taken account of eddies and currents. The second officer, overlooking these, ordered the helmsman to make it north by west, fifty-seven degrees, but to bring the ship around so gently that the captain wouldn"t know it. Hence her destruction.
Rev. Mr. Maley, of the Ohio Conference of the Methodist Church, had the habit of greatly exaggerating anything he talked about. His brethren at conference told him that this habit was growing on him, and rendering him unpopular in the ministry. Mr. Maley heard them patiently, and then said: "Brethren, I am aware of the truth of all you have said, and have shed barrels of tears over it."
There is a great difference between going just right and a little wrong.
CHAPTER XIII.
TRIFLES.
In the elder days of Art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the G.o.ds see everywhere.
--LONGFELLOW.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear, Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles, life.
--YOUNG.
The smallest hair throws its shadow.
--GOETHE.
He that despiseth small things shall fall little by little.
--ECCLESIASTES.
It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
--TENNYSON.
"A pebble in the streamlet scant Has turned the course of many a river: A dewdrop on the baby plant Has warped the giant oak forever."
It is the close observation of little things which is the secret of success in business, in art, in science, and in every pursuit of life.
--SMILES.
"Only!--But then the onlys Make up the mighty all."
"My rule of conduct has been that whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well," said Nicolas Poussin, the great French painter. When asked the reason why he had become so eminent in a land of famous artists he replied, "Because I have neglected nothing."
"Do little things now," says a Persian proverb; "so shall big things come to thee by and by asking to be done." G.o.d will take care of the great things if we do not neglect the little ones.
A gentleman advertised for a boy to a.s.sist him in his office, and nearly fifty applicants presented themselves to him. Out of the whole number he in a short time selected one and dismissed the rest. "I should like to know," said a friend, "on what ground you selected that boy, who had not a single recommendation?" "You are mistaken," said the gentleman, "he had a great many. He wiped his feet when he came in, and closed the door after him, showing that he was careful. He gave up his seat instantly to that lame old man, showing that he was kind and thoughtful. He took off his cap when he came in, and answered my questions promptly and respectfully, showing that he was polite and gentlemanly. He picked up the book which I had purposely laid upon the floor, and replaced it on the table, while all the rest stepped over it, or shoved it aside; and he waited quietly for his turn, instead of pushing and crowding, showing that he was honest and orderly. When I talked to him, I noticed that his clothes were carefully brushed, his hair in nice order, and his teeth as white as milk; and when he wrote his name, I noticed that his finger-nails were clean, instead of being tipped with jet, like that handsome little fellow"s, in the blue jacket. Don"t you call those letters of recommendation? I do; and I would give more for what I can tell about a boy by using my eyes ten minutes, than for all the fine letters he can bring me."
"Least of all seeds, greatest of all harvests," seems to be one of the great laws of nature. All life comes from microscopic beginnings. In nature there is nothing small. The microscope reveals as great a world below as the telescope above. All of nature"s laws govern the smallest atoms, and a single drop of water is a miniature ocean.
"I cannot see that you have made any progress since my last visit," said a gentleman to Michael Angelo. "But," said the sculptor, "I have retouched this part, polished that, softened that feature, brought out that muscle, given some expression to this lip, more energy to that limb, etc." "But they are trifles!" exclaimed the visitor. "It may be so," replied the great artist, "but trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle." That infinite patience which made Michael Angelo spend a week in bringing out a muscle in a statue with more vital fidelity to truth, or Gerhard Dow a day in giving the right effect to a dewdrop on a cabbage leaf, makes all the difference between success and failure.
"Of what use is it?" people asked with a sneer, when Franklin told of his discovery that lightning and electricity are identical. "What is the use of a child?" replied Franklin; "it may become a man."
In the earliest days of cotton spinning, the small fibres would stick to the bobbins, and make it necessary to stop and clear the machinery.
Although this loss of time reduced the earnings of the operatives, the father of Robert Peel noticed that one of his spinners always drew full pay, as his machine never stopped. "How is this, d.i.c.k?" asked Mr. Peel one day; "the on-looker tells me your bobbins are always clean." "Ay, that they be," replied d.i.c.k Ferguson. "How do you manage it, d.i.c.k?"
"Why, you see, Meester Peel," said the workman, "it is sort o" secret!
If I tow"d ye, yo"d be as wise as I am." "That"s so," said Mr. Peel, smiling; "but I"d give you something to know. Could you make all the looms work as smoothly as yours?" "Ivery one of "em, meester," replied d.i.c.k. "Well, what shall I give you for your secret?" asked Mr. Peel, and d.i.c.k replied, "Gi" me a quart of ale every day as I"m in the mills, and I"ll tell thee all about it." "Agreed," said Mr. Peel, and d.i.c.k whispered very cautiously in his ear, "Chalk your bobbins!" That was the whole secret, and Mr. Peel soon shot ahead of all his compet.i.tors, for he made machines that would chalk their own bobbins. d.i.c.k was handsomely rewarded with money instead of beer. His little idea has saved the world millions of dollars.
The totality of a life at any moment is the product mainly of little things. Trifling choices, insignificant exercises of the will, unimportant acts often repeated,--things seemingly of small account,--these are the thousand tiny sculptors that are carving away constantly at the rude block of our life, giving it shape and feature.
Indeed the formation of character is much like the work of an artist in stone. The sculptor takes a rough, unshapen ma.s.s of marble, and with strong, rapid strokes of mallet and chisel quickly brings into view the rude outline of his design; but after the outline appears then come hours, days, perhaps even years, of patient, minute labor. A novice might see no change in the statue from one day to another; for though the chisel touches the stone a thousand times, it touches as lightly as the fall of a rain-drop, but each touch leaves a mark.
The smallest thing becomes respectable when regarded as the commencement of what has advanced or is advancing into magnificence. The crude settlement of Romulus would have remained an insignificant circ.u.mstance and might have justly sunk into oblivion, if Rome had not at length commanded the world.
Beecher says that men, in their property, are afraid of conflagrations and lightning strokes; but if they were building a wharf in Panama, a million madrepores, so small that only the microscope could detect them, would begin to bore the piles down under the water. There would be neither noise nor foam; but in a little while, if a child did but touch the post, over it would fall as if a saw had cut it through.
Men think, with regard to their conduct, that, if they were to lift themselves up gigantically and commit some crashing sin, they should never be able to hold up their heads; but they will harbor in their souls little sins, which are piercing and eating them away to inevitable ruin.
Lichens, of themselves of little value, prepare the way for important vegetation. They deposit, in dying, an acid which wears away the rock and prepares the mould necessary for the nourishment of superior plants.
It was but a tiny rivulet trickling down the embankment that started the terrible Johnstown flood and swept thousands into eternity. One n.o.ble heroic act has elevated a nation. Franklin"s whole career was changed by a torn copy of Cotton Mather"s Essays to Do Good. Taking up a stone to throw at a turtle was the turning point in Theodore Parker"s life. As he raised the stone something within him said, "Don"t do it," and he didn"t. He went home and asked his mother what it was in him that said "don"t." She told him it was conscience. Small things become great when a great soul sees them. A child, when asked why a certain tree grew crooked, answered, "Somebody trod upon it when it was a little fellow."
By gnawing through a dike, even a rat may drown a nation. A little boy in Holland saw water trickling from a small hole near the bottom of a dike. He realized that the leak would rapidly become larger if the water was not checked, so he held his hand over the hole for hours on a dark and dismal night until he could attract the attention of pa.s.sers-by. His name is still held in grateful remembrance in Holland.
We may tell which way the wind blew before the Deluge by marking the ripple and cupping of the rain in the petrified sand now preserved forever. We tell the very path by which gigantic creatures, whom man never saw, walked to the river"s edge to find their food.
The tears of Virgilia and Volumnia saved Rome from the Volscians when nothing else could move the vengeful heart of Coriola.n.u.s.
Not even Helen of Troy, it is said, was beautiful enough to spare the tip of her nose; and if Cleopatra"s had been an inch shorter Mark Antony would never have become infatuated with her wonderful charms, and the blemish would have changed the history of the world. Anne Boleyn"s fascinating smile split the great Church of Rome in twain, and gave a nation an altered destiny. Napoleon, who feared not to attack the proudest monarchs in their capitals, shrank from the political influence of one independent woman in private life, Madame de Stael.
It was a little thing for a cow to kick over a lantern left in a shanty, but it laid Chicago in ashes, and rendered homeless a hundred thousand people.
The discovery of gla.s.s was due to a mere accident--the building of a fire on the sand; and the bayonet, first made at Bayonne, in France, owes its existence to the fact that a Basque regiment, being hard pressed by the enemy, one of the soldiers suggested that, as their ammunition was exhausted, they should fix their long knives into the barrels of their muskets, which was done, and the first bayonet-charge was made.
A jest led to a war between two great nations. The presence of a comma in a deed, lost to the owner of an estate five thousand dollars a month for eight months. The battle of Corunna was fought and Sir John Moore"s life sacrificed, in 1809, through a dragoon stopping to drink while bearing despatches.
"You do no work," said the scissors to the rivet. "Where would your work be," said the rivet to the scissors, "if I didn"t keep you together?"
Every day is a little life; and our whole life but a day repeated. Those that dare lose a day are dangerously prodigal; those that dare misspend it, desperate. What is the happiness of your life made up of? Little courtesies, little kindnesses, pleasant words, genial smiles, a friendly letter, good wishes, and good deeds. One in a million--once in a lifetime--may do a heroic action.
We call the large majority of human lives _obscure_. Presumptuous that we are! How know we what lives a single thought retained from the dust of nameless graves may have lighted to renown?
CHAPTER XIV.
COURAGE.
Quit yourselves like men.
--1 SAMUEL iv. 9.
Cowards have no luck.
--ELIZABETH KULMAN.
He has not learned the lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.