第15章 ON VANITY AND VANITIES.(3)

As for love,flattery is its very life-blood.Fill a person with love for themselves,and what runs over will be your share,says a certain witty and truthful Frenchman whose name I can't for the life of me remember.(Confound it!I never can remember names when I want to.)Tell a girl she is an angel,only more angelic than an angel;that she is a goddess,only more graceful,queenly,and heavenly than the average goddess;that she is more fairy-like than Titania,more beautiful than Venus,more enchanting than Parthenope;more adorable,lovely,and radiant,in short,than any other woman that ever did live,does live,or could live,and you will make a very favorable impression upon her trusting little heart.Sweet innocent!she will believe every word you say.It is so easy to deceive a woman--in this way.

Dear little souls,they hate flattery,so they tell you;and when you say,"Ah,darling,it isn't flattery in your case,it's plain,sober truth;you really are,without exaggeration,the most beautiful,the most good,the most charming,the most divine,the most perfect human creature that ever trod this earth,"they will smile a quiet,approving smile,and,leaning against your manly shoulder,murmur that you are a dear good fellow after all.

By Jove!fancy a man trying to make love on strictly truthful principles,determining never to utter a word of mere compliment or hyperbole,but to scrupulously confine himself to exact fact!Fancy his gazing rapturously into his mistress'eyes and whispering softly to her that she wasn't,on the whole,bad-looking,as girls went!

Fancy his holding up her little hand and assuring her that it was of a light drab color shot with red;and telling her as he pressed her to his heart that her nose,for a turned-up one,seemed rather pretty;and that her eyes appeared to him,as far as he could judge,to be quite up to the average standard of such things!

A nice chance he would stand against the man who would tell her that her face was like a fresh blush rose,that her hair was a wandering sunbeam imprisoned by her smiles,and her eyes like two evening stars.

There are various ways of flattering,and,of course,you must adapt your style to your subject.Some people like it laid on with a trowel,and this requires very little art.With sensible persons,however,it needs to be done very delicately,and more by suggestion than actual words.A good many like it wrapped up in the form of an insult,as--"Oh,you are a perfect fool,you are.You would give your last sixpence to the first hungry-looking beggar you met;"while others will swallow it only when administered through the medium of a third person,so that if C wishes to get at an A of this sort,he must confide to A's particular friend B that he thinks A a splendid fellow,and beg him,B,not to mention it,especially to A.Be careful that Bis a reliable man,though,otherwise he won't.

Those fine,sturdy John Bulls who "hate flattery,sir,""Never let anybody get over me by flattery,"etc.,etc.,are very simply managed.

Flatter them enough upon their absence of vanity,and you can do what you like with them.

After all,vanity is as much a virtue as a vice.It is easy to recite copy-book maxims against its sinfulness,but it is a passion that can "move us to good as well as to evil.Ambition is only vanity ennobled.We want to win praise and admiration--or fame as we prefer to name it--and so we write great books,and paint grand pictures,and sing sweet songs;and toil with willing hands in study,loom,and laboratory.

We wish to become rich men,not in order to enjoy ease and comfort--all that any one man can taste of those may be purchased anywhere for 200pounds per annum--but that our houses may be bigger and more gaudily furnished than our neighbors';that our horses and servants may be more numerous;that we may dress our wives and daughters in absurd but expensive clothes;and that we may give costly dinners of which we ourselves individually do not eat a shilling's worth.And to do this we aid the world's work with clear and busy brain,spreading commerce among its peoples,carrying civilization to its remotest corners.

Do not let us abuse vanity,therefore.Rather let us use it.Honor itself is but the highest form of vanity.The instinct is not confined solely to Beau Brummels and Dolly Vardens.There is the vanity of the peacock and the vanity of the eagle.Snobs are vain.

But so,too,are heroes.Come,oh!my young brother bucks,let us be vain together.Let us join hands and help each other to increase our vanity.Let us be vain,not of our trousers and hair,but of brave hearts and working hands,of truth,of purity,of nobility.Let us be too vain to stoop to aught that is mean or base,too vain for petty selfishness and little-minded envy,too vain to say an unkind word or do an unkind act.Let us be vain of being single-hearted,upright gentlemen in the midst of a world of knaves.Let us pride ourselves upon thinking high thoughts,achieving great deeds,living good lives.