Calumny Ralph Waldo Emerson


I framed his tongue to music,
I armed his hand with skill,
I moulded his face to beauty,
And his heart the throne of will.

When he was charged with loose habits of living, he declares, that " a
certain niceness of nature, an honest haughtiness and self-esteem
either of what I was or what I might be, and a modesty, kept me still
above those low descents of mind beneath which he must deject and
plunge himself, that can agree " to such degradation. " His mind gave
him, " he said, " that every free and gentle spirit, without that oath
of chastity, ought to be born a knight; nor needed to expect the gilt
spur, or the laying of a sword upon his shoulder, to stir him up, by
his counsel and his arm, to secure and protect " attempted innocence.

He states these things, he says, " to show, that, though Christianity
had been but slightly taught him, yet a certain reservedness of natural
disposition and moral discipline, learned out of the noblest
philosophy, was enough to keep him in disdain of far less incontinences
than these, " that had been charged on him. In like spirit, he replies
to the suspicious   calumny  respecting his morning haunts. " Those
morning haunts are where they should be, at home ; not sleeping, or
concocting the surfeits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring, in
winter, often ere the sound of any bell awake men to labor or devotion;
in summer, as oft with the bird that first rouses, or not much tardier,
to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be
weary, or memory have its perfect fraught ; then with useful and
generous labors preserving the body's health and hardiness, to render
lightsome, clear, and not lumpish obedience to the mind, to the cause
of religion and our country's liberty, when it shall require firm
hearts in sound bodies to stand and cover their stations. These are the
morning practices. " This native honor never forsook him...