We will be changing our full texts from Confessions of a Justified Sinner to the following:
The Nutcracker and the Mouse King, also found here.
The other piece will be from a print/eBook which will be discussed in class.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Crevecoeur - "What Is an American?"
Title: What Is an
American?
Author: Hector St. Jean de Crevecoeur
Year Published: 1781
Author: Hector St. Jean de Crevecoeur
Year Published: 1781
LETTER III.
I WISH I could be
acquainted with the feelings and thoughts which must agitate the heart and
present themselves to the mind of an enlightened Englishman, when he first lands
on this continent. He must greatly rejoice that he lived at a time to see this
fair country discovered and settled; he must necessarily feel a share of
national pride, when he views the chain of settlements which embellishes these
extended shores. When he says to himself, this is the work of my countrymen,
who, when convulsed by factions, afflicted by a variety of miseries and wants,
restless and impatient, took refuge here. They brought along with them their
national genius, to which they principally owe what liberty they enjoy, and what
substance they possess. Here he sees the industry of his native country
displayed in a new manner, and traces in their works the embrios of all the
arts, sciences, and ingenuity which flourish in Europe. Here he beholds fair
cities, substantial villages, extensive fields, an immense country filled with
decent houses, good roads, orchards, meadows, and bridges, where an hundred
years ago all was wild, woody and uncultivated! What a train of pleasing ideas
this fair spectacle must suggest; it is a prospect which must inspire a good
citizen with the most heartfelt pleasure. The difficulty consists in the manner
of viewing so extensive a scene. He is arrived on a new continent; a modern
society offers itself to his contemptation, different from what he had hitherto
seen. It is not composed, as in Europe, of great lords who possess every thing
and of a herd of people who have nothing. Here are no aristocratical families,
no courts, no kings, no bishops, no ecclesiastical dominion, no invisible power
giving to a few a very visible one; no great manufacturers employing thousands,
no great refinements of luxury. The rich and the poor are not so far removed
from each other as they are in Europe. Some few towns excepted, we are all
tillers of the earth, from Nova Scotia to West Florida. We are a people of
cultivators, scattered over an immense territory communicating with each other
by means of good roads and navigable rivers, united by the silken bands of mild
government, all respecting the laws, without dreading their power, because they
are equitable. We are all animated with the spirit of an industry which is
unfettered and unrestrained, because each person works for himself. If he
travels through our rural districts he views not the hostile castle, and the
haughty mansion, contrasted with the clay-built hut and miserable cabbin, where
cattle and men help to keep each other warm, and dwell in meanness, smoke, and
indigence. A pleasing uniformity of decent competence appears throughout our
habitations. The meanest of our log-houses is a dry and comfortable habitation.
Lawyer or merchant are the fairest titles our towns afford; that of a farmer is
the only appellation of the rural inhabitants of our country. It must take some
time ere he can reconcile himself to our dictionary, which is but short in words
of dignity, and names of honour. (There, on a Sunday, he sees a congregation of
respectable farmers and their wives, all clad in neat homespun, well mounted, or
riding in their own humble waggons. There is not among them an esquire, saving
the unlettered magistrate. There he sees a parson as simple as his flock, a
farmer who does not riot on the labour of others. We have no princes, for whom
we toil, starve, and bleed: we are the most perfect society now existing in the
world. Here man is free; as he ought to be; nor is this pleasing equality so
transitory as many others are. Many ages will not see the shores of our great
lakes replenished with inland nations, nor the unknown bounds of North America
entirely peopled. Who can tell how far it extends? Who can tell the millions of
men whom it will feed and contain? for no European foot has as yet travelled
half the extent of this mighty continent!
The next wish of
this traveller will be to know whence came all these people? they are mixture of
English, Scotch, Irish, French, Dutch, Germans, and Swedes. From this
promiscuous breed, that race now called Americans have arisen. The eastern
provinces must indeed be excepted, as being the unmixed descendants of
Englishmen. I have heard many wish that they had been more intermixed also: for
my part, I am no wisher, and think it much better as it has happened. They
exhibit a most conspicuous figure in this great and variegated picture; they too
enter for a great share in the pleasing perspective displayed in these thirteen
provinces. I know it is fashionable to reflect on them, but I respect them for
what they have done; for the accuracy and wisdom with which they have settled
their territory; for the decency of their manners; for their early love of
letters; their ancient college, the first in this hemisphere; for their
industry; which to me who am but a farmer, is the criterion of everything. There
never was a people, situated as they are, who with so ungrateful a soil have
done more in so short a time. Do you think that the monarchical ingredients
which are more prevalent in other governments, have purged them from all foul
stains? Their histories assert the contrary.
In this great
American asylum, the poor of Europe have by some means met together, and in
consequence of various causes; to what purpose should they ask one another what
countrymen they are? Alas, two thirds of them had no country. Can a wretch who
wanders about, who works and starves, whose life is a continual scene of sore
affliction or pinching penury; can that man call England or any other kingdom
his country? A country that had no bread for him, whose fields procured him no
harvest, who met with nothing but the frowns of the rich, the severity of the
laws, with jails and punishments; who owned not a single foot of the extensive
surface of this planet? No! urged by a variety of motives, here they came. Every
thing has tended to regenerate them; new laws, a new mode of living, a new
social system; here they are become men: in Europe they were as so many useless
plants, wanting vegitative mould, and refreshing showers; they withered, and
were mowed down by want, hunger, and war; but now by the power of
transplantation, like all other plants they have taken root and flourished!
Formerly they were not numbered in any civil lists of their country, except in
those of the poor; here they rank as citizens. By what invisible power has this
surprising metamorphosis been performed? By that of the laws and that of their
industry. The laws, the indulgent laws, protect them as they arrive, stamping on
them the symbol of adoption; they receive ample rewards for their labours; these
accumulated rewards procure them lands; those lands confer on them the title of
freemen, and to that title every benefit is affixed which men can possibly
require. This is the great operation daily performed by our laws. From whence
proceed these laws? From our government. Whence the government? It is derived
from the original genius and strong desire of the people ratified and confirmed
by the crown. This is the great chain which links us all, this is the picture
which every province exhibits, Nova Scotia excepted. There the crown has done
all; either there were no people who had genius, or it was not much attended to:
the consequence is, that the province is very thinly inhabited indeed; the power
of the crown in conjunction with the musketos has prevented men from settling
there. Yet some parts of it flourished once, and it contained a mild harmless
set of people. But for the fault of a few leaders, the whole were banished. The
greatest political error the crown ever committed in America, was to cut off men
from a country which wanted nothing but men!
What attachment can
a poor European emigrant have for a country where he had nothing? The knowledge
of the language, the love of a few kindred as poor as himself, were the only
cords that tied him: his country is now that which gives him land, bread,
protection, and consequence: Ubi panis ibi patria, is the motto of all
emigrants. What then is the American, this new man? He is either an European, or
the descendant of an European, hence that strange mixture of blood, which you
will find in no other country. I could point out to you a family whose
grandfather was an Englishman, whose wife was Dutch, whose son married a French
woman, and whose present four sons have now four wives of different nations.
He is an American, who leaving behind him all his ancient prejudices and
manners, receives new ones from the new mode of life he has embraced, the new
government he obeys, and the new rank he holds. He becomes an American by being
received in the broad lap of our great Alma Mater. Here individuals of
all nations are melted into a new race of men, whose labours and posterity will
one day cause great changes in the world. Americans are the western pilgrims,
who are carrying along with them that great mass of arts, sciences, vigour, and
industry which began long since in the east; they will finish the great circle.
The Americans were once scattered all over Europe; here they are incorporated
into one of the finest systems of population which has ever appeared, and which
will hereafter become distinct by the power of the different climates they
inhabit. The American ought therefore to love this country much better than that
wherein either he or his forefathers were born. Here the rewards of his industry
follow with equal steps the progress of his labour; his labour is founded on the
basis of nature, self-interest; can it want a stronger allurement? Wives
and children, who before in vain demanded of him a morsel of bread, now, fat and
frolicsome, gladly help their father to clear those fields whence exuberant
crops are to arise to feed and to clothe them all; without any part being
claimed, either by a despotic prince, a rich abbot, or a mighty lord. I lord
religion demands but little of him; a small voluntary salary to the
minister, and gratitude to God; can he refuse these? The American is a new man,
who acts upon new principles; he must therefore entertain new ideas, and form
new opinions. From involuntary idleness, servile dependence, penury, and useless
labour, he has passed to toils of a very different nature, rewarded by ample
subsistence. --This is an American.
British America is
divided into many provinces, forming a large association, scattered along a
coast 1500 miles extent and about 200 wide. This society I would fain examine,
at least such as it appears in the middle provinces; if it does not afford that
variety of tinges and gradations which may be observed in Europe, we have
colours peculiar to ourselves. For instance, it is natural to conceive that
those who live near the sea, must be very different from those who live in the
woods; the intermediate space will afford a separate and distinct class.
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