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the man. He was received as he desired to be, and soon became the especial favorite of his master.

And here let us pause for a moment, to inquire how many there are who, in the nineteenth century, boasting of modern light and knowledge, and professing themselves the followers of that forgiving Nazarene, as well as the friends of wisdom and of man, but who, in their unchristian pride, despise their less favored brothers of other times, and particularly the poor old cynic of Athens-how many of these would have had the intellect or the heart to thus respond to a painful blow, inflicted with every aggravation of circumstance? O! we shall do well to learn, and then not soon forget, that we are but men, even as the despised beings about us, subject to like infirmities as our fellows; that others are quite likely to have as pure motives, as generous feelings, as noble sentiments, as ourselves. When we feel this truth (forgotten as it seems to be by almost all) inspiring all our relative actions, then and not before may we flatter ourselves that we are in advance of more benighted ages than our own.

Another lesson may be drawn from this incident, and that is, the folly of judging from external appearance merely. How prone are we too to estimate a man in accordance with the indications of his exterior, and even after repeated instances have shown us our liability in so doing to mistake! If a man be plainly dressed and unshaved; if his hair be longer than the fashionable trim and not well oiled and brushed; if his manners be somewhat rigid and his address not very insinuating; we are quite inclined to regard him at once as a disagreeable companion, and to desire no farther acquaintance. And if, in addition to all these heinous sins, he be quite or nearly destitute of money, the world will assuredly vote with us and doom

him to a perpetual banishment from all self-styled good society. And yet that man may wear behind his shocking mask, features all radiant with intellect and goodness; "some mind formed in the finest mould and wrought for immortality; a soul swelling with the energies and stamped with the patent of the Deity."

"A soul on fire and waiting but its time

To burst with Etna grandeur on the world."

How should we blush to meet such a one, whom in his days of darkness we had slighted and perhaps insulted, in the glorious moment of his culmination! "Be not forgetful," is the precept of our holy book, "to entertain stran. gers, for in so doing some have entertained angels unawares." Be not forgetful, is the dictate of politeness, of wisdom and of Jesus, to entreat with benevolent civility every brother-man with whom you chance to meet you may find that in so doing to the least you have done so to the greatest.

In adopting the cynic philosophy, Diogenes was not guilty of the cowardly misbehavior, but too common in all and more especially in the present times, of professing what he dared not practice; of believing what a dastardly regard for popular opinion would not suffer him to live. No! he nobly assumed the plain attire which constituted the only badge of his order: he occupied the humble habi. tation which his circumstances of extreme indigence rendered necessary, without fearing the contemptuous jeers of such as could not comprehend his conduct: he proceeded without regard, or more probably with the regard of pity, (which is the feeling of a truly great mind for the infirmi ties of others,) for the idiotic stare which then as now greeted any, even the slightest, deviation from absurdly custo

mary forms, to live and act as reason directed, satisfied that the great general laws of being were enacted by a higher authority, and are of a more obligatory nature than the trivial rules of conventional etiquette, which ought always to be of optional observance. Agreeing with the great founder of his sect, he regarded riches as an object unworthy the pursuit of a really noble mind, being attended with a thousand paltry cares that are continually perplexing their possessor, and turning the soul from that high ethereal life which is the essence of its being, into a mere slave of matter and of sense-a lamentable result, which we in this commercial age have only to look around us to see exemplified in innumerable instances of prostituted talents, seared consciences and quenched spirits, shriveled by the degrading toil for gain to the exclusion of those noble exercises which demand and ought to receive at least a portion of the space allotted to us here, (if we may judge any thing from our own holy instincts, or read aught but falsehood from nature's volume,) rather for high enjoy. ment than base, confusing anxiety.

By his frequent and bitterly expressed contempt for the follies with which he saw himself surrounded, he rapidly acquired a distinguished reputation among the sages of Athens; and to see the virulent castigator of the great and wise equally with the unlearned commonalty, became one of the principal objects of the pilgrimage performed by multitudes to that home of science and cradle of the arts, honored by his adoption as his residence and the seat of his instructions. The most eminent men of his cotempo. raries felt it not beneath their dignity to visit the dweller in a tub, to hear his wisdom and to see his life. Even Alexander, the world-subduer, reserved time from the affairs of empire for appropriation to the more important study

of philosophy, and performed a journey to enjoy the priv ilege of speaking with one whose character is everywhere and at all times superior to that of sceptered monarchs-an independent thinker. When he approached the spot where the philosopher was reclining, surveying the beauties of surrounding nature or reflecting upon some profound abstraction, he was immediately and forcibly struck with his venerable appearance and perfect nonchalance; and after the first unheeded salutation, he inquired with benevolent impudence if the king of Macedonia could do aught for the beggar of Sinope. Mark the grandeur of the reply! The wise old man was willing to teach the proud young prince an unlearned lesson. Slowly raising his head, he mildly requested the wondering monarch to stand aside and not obstruct the genial sunshine in which he was warming himself. Alexander was surprised at such an exhibition of contented magnanimity—an elevation of soul that raised a naked mendicant immeasurably above the first of men, first in the battle-field, first at the council-board, and first in the court of empires. He saw and felt now that fortuitous circumstances are not the man, that the burning spirit within is what gives true grace and dignity and glory to humanity. He shrunk abashed in the presence of higher powers, and after a protracted and intimate acquaintance with the immortal Stagirite in the palace of his royal father, he found upon a sandy bank of Corinth the masterspirit of the age. Filled with astonishment, he could only murmur to his courtier train, "Were I not Alexander I would be Diogenes." Unmoved by the compliment, the cynic answered, "And were I not Diogenes I would be Alexander." Happy had it been for the oriental conqueror if nature had changed their respective lots, and that destroying spirit, so justly termed by old Darius the "mad

boy of Macedonia," had employed the clearness of his intellect and the ardor of his soul in the investigation of truth and the reprehension of error, instead of the sacking of opulent cities and the depopulation of flourishing provinces then would his life have been peace, and not a drunken revel, and his death would have sent down the stream of time something else than a mere

"Name at which the world grew pale,

To point a moral or adorn a tale."

But fate had ordered otherwise; and when the world has grown so wise as to appreciate the grandeur of Diogenes, the fury of Alexander will be remembered only by its devastating effects, with the earthquake's cruel ravage and the tempest's thoughtless desolation.

We have seen Diogenes aweless before the impersonation of martial prowess. It might be supposed that before some other higher form of greatness his soul would feel its inferiority and bow with reverence. Doubtless, in the presence of a real superior, his, like any other generous nature, would have made obeisance. That superior could not readily be found. Perhaps his greatest cotemporary was the sublime trinitarian Plato, a. teacher so blindly adored by his disciples that his slightest remark was to them a Delphian response. Such an implicit intellectual submission to any master, however exalted, is unworthy a mind made by its Creator free. Diogenes saw with pain many of the best minds of Athens thus servilely submitted to the dictatorship of one who, though God-like in reason, still was not a legitimate sovereign over other men's opinions. At least he dared to rebel: he saw some errors in Plato's system, and resolved, when opportunity presented, to break the spell and show his fellow-citizens that no human being

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