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<title>The Spectator 215</title>
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  <number>no. 215</number>
  <date>1711-11-06</date>
  <author>Joseph Addison</author>
  <quotation>------Ingenuas didicisse fideliter artes</quotation>
  <quotation>Emollit mores, nec sinit esse feros.--Ov.<link name="(*)" url="http://tabula.rutgers.edu/cocoon/latintexts/ovid/ponto/2ovid_ponto9.xml"></link></quotation>
  <translation>Ovid, de Ponto, II. ix. 47.</translation>
  <translation>Ingenuous arts, where they an entrance find,</translation>
  <translation>Soften the manners, and subdue the mind.</translation>
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<paragraph>I CONSIDER an Human Soul without Education like Marble in the
Quarry, which shews none of its inherent Beauties, 'till the Skill
of the Polisher fetches out the Colours, makes the Surface shine,
and discovers every ornamental Cloud, Spot, and Vein that runs
through the Body of it. Education, after the same manner, when it
works upon a noble Mind, draws out to View every latent Virtue and
Perfection, which without such Helps are never able to make their
Appearance.</paragraph>
<paragraph>If my Reader will give me leave to change the Allusion
so soon upon him, I shall make use of the same Instance to
Illustrate the Force of Education, which <italic>Aristotle</italic> has brought
explain his Doctrine of Substantial Forms, when he tells us that a
Statue lies hid in a Block of Marble; and that the Art of the
Statuary only clears away the superfluous Matter, and loves the
Rubbish. The Figure is in the Stone, the Sculptor finds it. What
Sculpture is to a Block of Marble, Education is to a Human Soul.
The Philosopher, the Saint, or the Hero, the Wise, the Good, or the
Great Man, very often lie hid and concealed in a Plebeian, which a
proper Education might have disinterred, and have brought to Light.
I am therefore much delighted with Reading the Accounts of Savage
Nations, and with contemplating those Virtues which are wild and
uncultivated; to see Courage exerting it self in Fierceness,
Resolution in Obstinacy, Wisdom in Cunning, Patience in Sullenness
and Despair.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Mens Passions operate variously, and appear in
different kinds of Actions, according as they are more or less
rectified and swayed by Reason. When one hears of Negroes, who upon
the Death of their Masters, or upon changing their Service, hang
themselves upon the next Tree, as it frequently happens in our
<italic>American</italic> Plantations, who can forbear admiring their Fidelity,
though it expresses it self in so dreadful a manner? What might not
that Savage Greatness of Soul which appears in these poor Wretches
on many Occasions, be raised to, were it rightly cultivated? And
what Colour of Excuse can there be for the Contempt with which we
treat this Part of our Species; That we should not put them upon
the common foot of Humanity, that we should only set an
insignificant Fine upon the Man who murders them; nay, that we
should, as much as in us lies, cut them off from the Prospects of
Happiness in another World as well as in this, and deny them that
which we look upon as the proper Means for attaining it?</paragraph>
<paragraph>Since I am engaged on this Subject, I cannot forbear mentioning a Story which
I have lately heard, and which is so well attested, that I have no
manner of Reason to suspect the Truth of it. I may call it a kind
of wild Tragedy that passed about twelve Years ago at St.
<italic>Christophers,</italic> one of our <italic>British</italic> Leeward Islands. The Negroes who
were the persons concerned in it, were all of them the Slaves of a
Gentleman who is now in <italic>England.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>This Gentleman among his Negroes
had a young Woman, who was look'd upon as a most extraordinary
Beauty by those of her own Complexion. He had at the same time two
young Fellows who were likewise Negroes and Slaves, remarkable for
the Comeliness of their Persons, and for the Friendship which they
bore to one another. It unfortunately happened that both of them
fell in love with the Female Negro above mentioned, who would have
been very glad to have taken either of them for her Husband,
provided they could agree between themselves which should be the
Man. But they were both so passionately in Love with her, that
neither of them could think of giving her up to his Rival; and at
the same time were so true to one another, that neither of them
would think of gaining her without his Friend's Consent. The
Torments of these two Lovers were the Discourse of the Family to
which they belonged, who could not forbear observing the strange
Complication of Passions which perplexed the Hearts of the poor
Negroes, that often dropped Expressions of the Uneasiness they
underwent, and how impossible it was for either of them ever to be
happy.</paragraph>
<paragraph>After a long Struggle between Love and Friendship, Truth and
Jealousy, they one Day took a Walk together into a Wood, carrying
their Mistress along with them: Where, after abundance of
Lamentations, they stabbed her to the Heart, of which she
immediately died. A Slave who was at his Work not far from the
Place where this astonishing Piece of Cruelty was committed,
hearing the Shrieks of the dying Person, ran to see what was the
Occasion of them. He there discovered the Woman lying dead upon the
Ground, with the two Negroes on each side of her, kissing the dead
Corps, weeping over it, and beating their Breasts in the utmost
Agonies of Grief and Despair. He immediately ran to the English
Family with the News of what he had seen; who upon coming to the
Place saw the Woman dead, and the two Negroes expiring by her with
Wounds they had given themselves.</paragraph>
<paragraph>We see in this amazing Instance
of Barbarity, what strange Disorders are bred in the minds of those
Men whose Passions are not regulated by Virtue, and disciplined by
Reason. Though the Action which I have recited is in it self full
of Guilt and Horror, it proceeded from a Temper of Mind which might
have produced very noble Fruits, had it been informed and guided by
a suitable Education.</paragraph>
<paragraph>It is therefore an unspeakable Blessing to be
born in those Parts of the World where Wisdom and Knowledge
flourish; tho' it must be confest, there are, even in these Parts,
several poor uninstructed Persons, who are but little above the
Inhabitants of those Nations of which I have been here speaking; as
those who have had the Advantages of a more liberal Education, rise
above one another by several different Degrees of Perfection. For
to return to our Statue in the Block of Marble, we see it only
begun to be chipped, sometimes rough-hewn and but just sketched
into an human Figure; sometimes we see the Man appearing distinctly
in all his Limbs and Features, sometimes we find the Figure wrought
up to a great Elegancy, but seldom meet with any to which the Hand
of a <italic>Phidias</italic> or <italic>Praxiteles</italic>
could not give several nice Touches and Finishings.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Discourses of Morality, and Reflections upon human
Nature, are the best Means we can make use of to improve our Minds,
and gain a true Knowledge of our selves, and consequently to
recover our Souls out of the Vice, Ignorance, and Prejudice, which
naturally cleave to them. I have all along profest myself in this
Paper a Promoter of these great Ends; and I flatter my self that I
do from Day to Day contribute something to the polishing of Mens
Minds: at least my Design is laudable, is whatever the Execution
may be. I must confess I am not a little encouraged in it by many
Letters, which I receive from unknown Hands, in Approbation of my
Endeavours; and must take this Opportunity of returning my Thanks
to those who write them, and excusing my self for not inserting
several of them in my Papers, which I am sensible would be a very
great Ornament to them. Should I publish the Praises which are so
well penned, they would do Honour to the Persons who write them;
but my publishing of them would I fear be a sufficient Instance to
the World that I did not deserve them.</paragraph>
<paragraph>C.</paragraph>
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