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Yeobright
loved
his
kind
.
He
had
a
conviction
that
the
want
of
most
men
was
knowledge
of
a
sort
which
brings
wisdom
rather
than
affluence
.
He
wished
to
raise
the
class
at
the
expense
of
individuals
rather
than
individuals
at
the
expense
of
the
class
.
What
was
more
,
he
was
ready
at
once
to
be
the
first
unit
sacrificed
.
In
passing
from
the
bucolic
to
the
intellectual
life
the
intermediate
stages
are
usually
two
at
least
,
frequently
many
more
;
and
one
of
those
stages
is
almost
sure
to
be
worldly
advanced
.
We
can
hardly
imagine
bucolic
placidity
quickening
to
intellectual
aims
without
imagining
social
aims
as
the
transitional
phase
.
Yeobright
’
s
local
peculiarity
was
that
in
striving
at
high
thinking
he
still
cleaved
to
plain
living
—
nay
,
wild
and
meagre
living
in
many
respects
,
and
brotherliness
with
clowns
.
He
was
a
John
the
Baptist
who
took
ennoblement
rather
than
repentance
for
his
text
.
Mentally
he
was
in
a
provincial
future
,
that
is
,
he
was
in
many
points
abreast
with
the
central
town
thinkers
of
his
date
.
Much
of
this
development
he
may
have
owed
to
his
studious
life
in
Paris
,
where
he
had
become
acquainted
with
ethical
systems
popular
at
the
time
.
In
consequence
of
this
relatively
advanced
position
,
Yeobright
might
have
been
called
unfortunate
.
The
rural
world
was
not
ripe
for
him
.
A
man
should
be
only
partially
before
his
time
—
to
be
completely
to
the
vanward
in
aspirations
is
fatal
to
fame
.
Had
Philip
’
s
warlike
son
been
intellectually
so
far
ahead
as
to
have
attempted
civilization
without
bloodshed
,
he
would
have
been
twice
the
godlike
hero
that
he
seemed
,
but
nobody
would
have
heard
of
an
Alexander
.
In
the
interests
of
renown
the
forwardness
should
lie
chiefly
in
the
capacity
to
handle
things
.
Successful
propagandists
have
succeeded
because
the
doctrine
they
bring
into
form
is
that
which
their
listeners
have
for
some
time
felt
without
being
able
to
shape
.
A
man
who
advocates
aesthetic
effort
and
deprecates
social
effort
is
only
likely
to
be
understood
by
a
class
to
which
social
effort
has
become
a
stale
matter
.
To
argue
upon
the
possibility
of
culture
before
luxury
to
the
bucolic
world
may
be
to
argue
truly
,
but
it
is
an
attempt
to
disturb
a
sequence
to
which
humanity
has
been
long
accustomed
.
Yeobright
preaching
to
the
Egdon
eremites
that
they
might
rise
to
a
serene
comprehensiveness
without
going
through
the
process
of
enriching
themselves
was
not
unlike
arguing
to
ancient
Chaldeans
that
in
ascending
from
earth
to
the
pure
empyrean
it
was
not
necessary
to
pass
first
into
the
intervening
heaven
of
ether
.
Was
Yeobright
’
s
mind
well
-
proportioned
?
No
.
A
well
proportioned
mind
is
one
which
shows
no
particular
bias
;
one
of
which
we
may
safely
say
that
it
will
never
cause
its
owner
to
be
confined
as
a
madman
,
tortured
as
a
heretic
,
or
crucified
as
a
blasphemer
.
Also
,
on
the
other
hand
,
that
it
will
never
cause
him
to
be
applauded
as
a
prophet
,
revered
as
a
priest
,
or
exalted
as
a
king
.
Its
usual
blessings
are
happiness
and
mediocrity
.
It
produces
the
poetry
of
Rogers
,
the
paintings
of
West
,
the
statecraft
of
North
,
the
spiritual
guidance
of
Tomline
;
enabling
its
possessors
to
find
their
way
to
wealth
,
to
wind
up
well
,
to
step
with
dignity
off
the
stage
,
to
die
comfortably
in
their
beds
,
and
to
get
the
decent
monument
which
,
in
many
cases
,
they
deserve
.
It
never
would
have
allowed
Yeobright
to
do
such
a
ridiculous
thing
as
throw
up
his
business
to
benefit
his
fellow
-
creatures
.
He
walked
along
towards
home
without
attending
to
paths
.
If
anyone
knew
the
heath
well
it
was
Clym
.
He
was
permeated
with
its
scenes
,
with
its
substance
,
and
with
its
odours
.
He
might
be
said
to
be
its
product
.
His
eyes
had
first
opened
thereon
;
with
its
appearance
all
the
first
images
of
his
memory
were
mingled
,
his
estimate
of
life
had
been
coloured
by
it
:
his
toys
had
been
the
flint
knives
and
arrow
-
heads
which
he
found
there
,
wondering
why
stones
should
“
grow
”
to
such
odd
shapes
;
his
flowers
,
the
purple
bells
and
yellow
furze
:
his
animal
kingdom
,
the
snakes
and
croppers
;
his
society
,
its
human
haunters
.
Take
all
the
varying
hates
felt
by
Eustacia
Vye
towards
the
heath
,
and
translate
them
into
loves
,
and
you
have
the
heart
of
Clym
.
He
gazed
upon
the
wide
prospect
as
he
walked
,
and
was
glad
.
To
many
persons
this
Egdon
was
a
place
which
had
slipped
out
of
its
century
generations
ago
,
to
intrude
as
an
uncouth
object
into
this
.
It
was
an
obsolete
thing
,
and
few
cared
to
study
it
.
How
could
this
be
otherwise
in
the
days
of
square
fields
,
plashed
hedges
,
and
meadows
watered
on
a
plan
so
rectangular
that
on
a
fine
day
they
looked
like
silver
gridirons
?
The
farmer
,
in
his
ride
,
who
could
smile
at
artificial
grasses
,
look
with
solicitude
at
the
coming
corn
,
and
sigh
with
sadness
at
the
fly
-
eaten
turnips
,
bestowed
upon
the
distant
upland
of
heath
nothing
better
than
a
frown
.
But
as
for
Yeobright
,
when
he
looked
from
the
heights
on
his
way
he
could
not
help
indulging
in
a
barbarous
satisfaction
at
observing
that
,
in
some
of
the
attempts
at
reclamation
from
the
waste
,
tillage
,
after
holding
on
for
a
year
or
two
,
had
receded
again
in
despair
,
the
ferns
and
furze
-
tufts
stubbornly
reasserting
themselves
.
