THE ROUND TABLE
ON THE LOVE OF LIFE
This essay formed No. 3 of the Round Table series, the first two having been contributed by Leigh Hunt. To numbers 2, 3, 4 the following motto was prefixed: ‘Sociali fœdere mensa. Milton. A Table in a social compact joined.’
PAGE [1]. That sage. Hazlitt perhaps refers to Bacon’s lines—
‘What then remains, but that we still should cry
For being born, or being born, to die?’
ON CLASSICAL EDUCATION
This essay formed the greater part of No. 7 of the Round Table series. The first three paragraphs are from one of Hazlitt’s ‘Common Places’ in The Morning Chronicle, September 25, 1813.
PAGE [4]. ‘A discipline of humanity.’ Bacon’s Essays, Of Marriage and Single Life. ‘Still green with bays,’ etc. Pope’s Essay on Criticism, 181–188. [5]. A celebrated political writer. Probably Cobbett, of whom Hazlitt says in another place: ‘He is a self-taught man, and has the faults as well as excellences of that class of persons in their most striking and glaring excess.’ (Table Talk, Character of Cobbett.) [6]. ‘The world is too much with us,’ etc. Misquoted from Wordsworth’s Sonnet. Falstaff’s reasoning about honour. See 1 Henry IV. Act V. Scene 1. ‘They that are whole,’ etc. St. Matthew, ix. 12. In The Examiner this essay concluded with the following passage: ‘We do not think a classical education proper for women. It may pervert their minds, but it cannot elevate them. It has been asked, Why a woman should not learn the dead languages as well as the modern ones? For this plain reason, that the one are still spoken, and have immediate associations connected with them, and the other not. A woman may have a lover who is a Frenchman, or an Italian, or a Spaniard; and it is well to be provided against every contingency in that way. But what possible interest can she feel in those old-fashioned persons, the Greeks and Romans, or in what was done two thousand years ago? A modern widow would doubtless prefer Signor Tramezzani[[88]] to Æneas, and Mr. Conway would be a formidable rival to Paris. No young lady in our days, in conceiving an idea of Apollo, can go a step beyond the image of her favourite poet: nor do we wonder that our old friend, the Prince Regent, passes for a perfect Adonis in the circles of beauty and fashion. Women in general have no ideas, except personal ones. They are mere egotists. They have no passion for truth, nor any love of what is purely ideal. They hate to think, and they hate every one who seems to think of anything but themselves. Everything is to them a perfect nonentity which does not touch their senses, their vanity, or their interest. Their poetry, their criticism, their politics, their morality, and their divinity, are downright affectation. That line in Milton is very striking—
“He for God only, she for God in him.”[[89]]