The very simplicity and nakedness of man's life in the primitive ages imply this advantage,at least,that they left him still but a sojourner in nature.When he was refreshed with food and sleep,he contemplated his journey again.He dwelt,as it were,in a tent in this world,and was either threading the valleys,or crossing the plains,or climbing the mountaintops.But lo!men have become the tools of their tools.The man who independently plucked the fruits when he was hungry is become a farmer;and he who stood under a tree for shelter,a housekeeper.We now no longer camp as for a night,but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven.We have adopted Christianity merely as an improved method of agri-culture.We have built for this world a family mansion,and for the next a family tomb.The best works of art are the expression of man's struggle to free himself from this condition,but the effect of our art is merely to make this low state comfortable and that higher state to be forgotten.There is actually no place in this village for a work of fine art,if any had come down to us,to stand,for our lives,our houses and streets,furnish no proper pedestal for it.There is not a nail to hang a picture on,nor a shelf to receive the bust of a hero or a saint.When I consider how our houses are built and paid for,or not paid for,and their internal economy managed and sustained,I wonder that the floor does not give way under the visitor while he is admiring the gewgaws upon the mantelpiece,and let him through into the cellar to some solid and honest though earthy foundation.I cannot but perceive that this so-called rich and refined life is a thing jumped at,and I do not get on in the enjoyment of the fine arts which adorn it,my attention being wholly occupied with the jump;for I remember that the greatest genuine leap,due to human muscles alone,on record,is that of certain wandering Arabs,who are said to have cleared twenty-five feet on level ground.Without factitious support,man is sure to come to earth again beyond that distance.The first question which I am tempted to put to the proprietor of such great impropriety is,Who bolsters you?Are you one of the ninety-seven who fail,or the three who succeed?Answer me these questions,and then perhaps I may look at your baubles and find them ornamental.The cart before the horse is neither beautiful nor useful.Before we can adorn our houses with beautiful objects the walls must be stripped,and our lives must be stripped,and beautiful housekeeping and beautiful living be laid for a foundation:now,a taste for the beautiful is most cultivated out of doors,where there is no house and no housekeeper.
Old Johnson,in his “Wonder-Working Providence,”speaking of the first settlers of this town,with whom he was contemporary,tells us that “they burrow themselves in the earth for their first shelter under some hillside,and,casting the soil aloft upon timber,they make a smoky fire against the earth,at the highest side.”They did not “provide them houses,”says he,“till the earth,by the Lord's blessing,brought forth bread to feed them,”and the first year's crop was so light that “they were forced to cut their bread very thin for a long season.”The secretary of the Province of New Netherland,writing in Dutch,in 1650,for the information of those who wished to take up land there,states more particularly that “those in New Netherland,and especially in New England,who have no means to build farm-houses at first according to their wishes,dig a square pit in the ground,cellar fashion,six or seven feet deep,as long and as broad as they think proper,case the earth inside with wood all round the wall,and line the wood with the bark of trees or something else to prevent the caving in of the earth;floor this cellar with plank,and wainscot it overhead for a ceiling,raise a roof of spars clear up,and cover the spars with bark or green sods,so that they can live dry and warm in these houses with their entire families for two,three,and four years,it being understood that partitions are run through those cellars which are adapted to the size of the family.The wealthy and principal men in New England,in the beginning of the colonies,commenced their first dwelling-houses in this fashion for two reasons:firstly,in order not to waste time in building,and not to want food the next season;secondly,in order not to discourage poor laboring people whom they brought over in numbers from Fatherland.In the course of three or four years,when the country became adapted to agriculture,they built themselves handsome houses,spending on them several thousands.”
In this course which our ancestors took there was a show of prudence at least,as if their principle were to satisfy the more pressing wants first.But are the more pressing wants satisfied now?When I think of acquiring for myself one of our luxurious dwellings,I am deterred,for,so to speak,the country is not yet adapted to human culture,and we are still forced to cut our spiritual bread far thinner than our forefathers did their wheaten.Not that all architectural ornament is to be neglected even in the rudest periods;but let our houses first be lined with beauty,where they come in contact with our lives,like the tenement of the shell-fish,and not overlaid with it.But,alas!I have been inside one or two of them,and know what they are lined with.