To steal?It is another word to be construed;and who is to be our guide?The police will give us one construction,leaving the word only that least minimum of meaning without which society would fall in pieces;but surely we must take some higher sense than this;surely we hope more than a bare subsistence for mankind;surely we wish mankind to prosper and go on from strength to strength,and ourselves to live rightly in the eye of some more exacting potentate than a policeman.The approval or the disapproval of the police must be eternally indifferent to a man who is both valorous and good.There is extreme discomfort,but no shame,in the condemnation of the law.The law represents that modicum of morality which can be squeezed out of the ruck of mankind;but what is that to me,who aim higher and seek to be my own more stringent judge?I observe with pleasure that no brave man has ever given a rush for such considerations.The Japanese have a nobler and more sentimental feeling for this social bond into which we all are born when we come into the world,and whose comforts and protection we all indifferently share throughout our lives:-but even to them,no more than to our Western saints and heroes,does the law of the state supersede the higher law of duty.Without hesitation and without remorse,they transgress the stiffest enactments rather than abstain from doing right.But the accidental superior duty being thus fulfilled,they at once return in allegiance to the common duty of all citizens;and hasten to denounce themselves;and value at an equal rate their just crime and their equally just submission to its punishment.
The evading of the police will not long satisfy an active conscience or a thoughtful head.But to show you how one or the other may trouble a man,and what a vast extent of frontier is left unridden by this invaluable eighth commandment,let me tell you a few pages out of a young man's life.
He was a friend of mine;a young man like others;generous,flighty,as variable as youth itself,but always with some high motions and on the search for higher thoughts of life.
I should tell you at once that he thoroughly agrees with the eighth commandment.But he got hold of some unsettling works,the New Testament among others,and this loosened his views of life and led him into many perplexities.As he was the son of a man in a certain position,and well off,my friend had enjoyed from the first the advantages of education,nay,he had been kept alive through a sickly childhood by constant watchfulness,comforts,and change of air;for all of which he was indebted to his father's wealth.
At college he met other lads more diligent than himself,who followed the plough in summer-time to pay their college fees in winter;and this inequality struck him with some force.
He was at that age of a conversible temper,and insatiably curious in the aspects of life;and he spent much of his time scraping acquaintance with all classes of man-and woman-kind.In this way he came upon many depressed ambitions,and many intelligences stunted for want of opportunity;and this also struck him.He began to perceive that life was a handicap upon strange,wrong-sided principles;and not,as he had been told,a fair and equal race.He began to tremble that he himself had been unjustly favoured,when he saw all the avenues of wealth,and power,and comfort closed against so many of his superiors and equals,and held unwearyingly open before so idle,so desultory,and so dissolute a being as himself.There sat a youth beside him on the college benches,who had only one shirt to his back,and,at intervals sufficiently far apart,must stay at home to have it washed.It was my friend's principle to stay away as often as he dared;for I fear he was no friend to learning.
But there was something that came home to him sharply,in this fellow who had to give over study till his shirt was washed,and the scores of others who had never an opportunity at all.IF ONE OF THESE COULD TAKE HIS PLACE,he thought;and the thought tore away a bandage from his eyes.He was eaten by the shame of his discoveries,and despised himself as an unworthy favourite and a creature of the back-stairs of Fortune.He could no longer see without confusion one of these brave young fellows battling up-hill against adversity.
Had he not filched that fellow's birthright?At best was he not coldly profiting by the injustice of society,and greedily devouring stolen goods?The money,indeed,belonged to his father,who had worked,and thought,and given up his liberty to earn it;but by what justice could the money belong to my friend,who had,as yet,done nothing but help to squander it?A more sturdy honesty,joined to a more even and impartial temperament,would have drawn from these considerations a new force of industry,that this equivocal position might be brought as swiftly as possible to an end,and some good services to mankind justify the appropriation of expense.It was not so with my friend,who was only unsettled and discouraged,and filled full of that trumpeting anger with which young men regard injustices in the first blush of youth;although in a few years they will tamely acquiesce in their existence,and knowingly profit by their complications.Yet all this while he suffered many indignant pangs.And once,when he put on his boots,like any other unripe donkey,to run away from home,it was his best consolation that he was now,at a single plunge,to free himself from the responsibility of this wealth that was not his,and do battle equally against his fellows in the warfare of life.
