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good-I do not hesitate to say that I should be a

capital fellow to hire; but what that is, it is for my employer to find
out. What good I do, in the common sense of that word, must be
aside from my main path, and for the most part wholly unintended.
Men say, practically, Begin where you are and such as you are,
without aiming mainly to become of more worth, and with kindness
aforethought go about doing good. If I were to preach at all in this
strain, I should say rather, Set about being good. As if the sun should
stop when he had kindled his fires up to the splendor of a moon or a
star of the sixth magnitude, and go about like a Robin Goodfellow,
peeping in at every cottage window, inspiring lunatics, and tainting
meats, and making darkness visible, instead of steadily increasing
his genial heat and beneficence till he is of such brightness that no
mortal can look him in the face, and then, and in the meanwhile too,
going about the world in his own orbit, doing it good, or rather, as a
truer philosophy has discovered, the world going about him getting
good. When Phaeton, wishing to prove his heavenly birth by his
beneficence, had the sun’s chariot but one day, and drove out of the
beaten track, he burned several blocks of houses in the lower streets
of heaven, and scorched the surface of the earth, and dried up every
spring, and made the great desert of Sahara, till at length Jupiter
hurled him headlong to the earth with a thunderbolt, and the sun,
through grief at his death, did not shine for a year.

There is no odor so bad as that which arises from goodness tainted. It
is human, it is divine, carrion. If I knew for a certainty that a man
was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me
good, I should run for my life, as from that dry and parching wind of
the African deserts called the simoom, which fills the mouth and
nose and ears and eyes with dust till you are suffocated, for fear that
I should get some of his good done to me-some of its virus mingled
with my blood. No-in this case I would rather suffer evil the natural
way. A man is not a good man to me because he will feed me if I
should be starving, or warm me if I should be freezing, or pull me
out of a ditch if I should ever fall into one. I can find you a
Newfoundland dog that will do as much. Philanthropy is not love for
one’s fellow-man in the broadest sense. Howard was no doubt an
exceedingly kind and worthy man in his way, and has his reward;
but, comparatively speaking, what are a hundred Howards to us, if
their philanthropy do not help us in our best estate, when we are
most worthy to be helped? I never heard of a philanthropic meeting
in which it was sincerely proposed to do any good to me, or the like
of me.

The Jesuits were quite balked by those indians who, being burned at
the stake, suggested new modes of torture to their tormentors. Being
superior to physical suffering, it sometimes chanced that they were
superior to any consolation which the missionaries could offer; and
the law to do as you would be done by fell with less persuasiveness
on the ears of those who, for their part, did not care how they were
done by, who loved their enemies after a new fashion, and came very
near freely forgiving them all they did.

Be sure that you give the poor the aid they most need, though it be
your example which leaves them far behind. If you give money,
spend yourself with it, and do not merely abandon it to them. We
make curious mistakes sometimes. Often the poor man is not so cold
and hungry as he is dirty and ragged and gross. It is partly his taste,
and not merely his misfortune. If you give him money, he will
perhaps buy more rags with it. I was wont to pity the clumsy Irish
laborers who cut ice on the pond, in such mean and ragged clothes,
while I shivered in my more tidy and somewhat more fashionable
garments, till, one bitter cold day, one who had slipped into the
water came to my house to warm him, and I saw him strip off three
pairs of pants and two pairs of stockings ere he got down to the skin,
though they were dirty and ragged enough, it is true, and that he
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