these could not be soft like his _constitutional_ ones； when men and kings took him for somewhat like the thing he was。 Given a noble man； I think your Lordship may expect by and by a polite man。 No 〃politer〃 man was to be found in Britain than the rustic Robert Burns： high duchesses were captivated with the chivalrous ways of the man； recognized that here was the true chivalry； and divine nobleness of bearing；as indeed they well might； now when the Peasant God and Norse Thor had come down among them again！ Chivalry this； if not as they do chivalry in Drury Lane or West…End drawing…rooms； yet as they do it in Valhalla and the General Assembly of the Gods。
For indeed； who _invented_ chivalry； politeness； or anything that is noble and melodious and beautiful among us； except precisely the like of Johnson and of Burns？ The select few who in the generations of this world were wise and valiant； they； in spite of all the tremendous majority of blockheads and slothful belly…worshippers； and noisy ugly persons； have devised whatsoever is noble in the manners of man to man。 I expect they will learn to be polite； your Lordship； when you give them a chance！Nor is it as a school of human culture； for this or for any other grace or gift； that Parliament will be found first…rate or indispensable。 As experience in the river is indispensable to the ferryman； so is knowledge of his Parliament to the British Peel or Chatham；so was knowledge of the OEil…de…Boeuf to the French Choiseul。 Where and how said river； whether Parliament with Wilkeses； or OEil…de…Boeuf with Pompadours； can be waded； boated； swum； how the miscellaneous cargoes； 〃measures〃 so called； can be got across it； according to their kinds； and landed alive on the hither side as facts：we have all of us our _ferries_ in this world； and must know the river and its ways； or get drowned some day！ In that sense； practice in Parliament is indispensable to the British Statesman； but not in any other sense。
A school； too； of manners and of several other things； the Parliament will doubtless be to the aspirant Statesman； a school better or worse；as the OEil…de…Boeuf likewise was； and as all scenes where men work or live are sure to be。 Especially where many men work together； the very rubbing against one another will grind and polish off their angularities into roundness； into 〃politeness〃 after a sort； and the official man； place him how you may； will never want for schooling； of extremely various kinds。 A first…rate school one cannot call this Parliament for him；I fear to say what rate at present！ In so far as it teaches him vigilance； patience； courage； toughness of lungs or of soul； and skill in any kind of swimming； it is a good school。 In so far as it forces him to speak where Nature orders silence； and even； lest all the world should learn his secret （which often enough would kill his secret； and little profit the world）； forces him to speak falsities； vague ambiguities； and the froth…dialect usual in Parliaments in these times； it may be considered one of the worst schools ever devised by man； and； I think； may almost challenge the OEil…de…Boeuf to match it in badness。
Parliament will train your men to the manners required of a statesman； but in a much less degree to the intrinsic functions of one。 To these latter； it is capable of mistraining as nothing else can。 Parliament will train you to talk； and above all things to hear； with patience； unlimited quantities of foolish talk。 To tell a good story for yourself； and to make it _appear_ that you have done your work： this； especially in constitutional countries； is something；and yet in all countries； constitutional ones too； it is intrinsically nothing； probably even less。 For it is not the function of any mortal； in Downing Street or elsewhere here below； to wag the tongue of him； and make it appear that he has done work； but to wag some quite other organs of him； and to do work； there is no danger of his work's appearing by and by。 Such an accomplishment； even in constitutional countries； I grieve to say； may become much less than nothing。 Have you at all computed how much less？ The human creature who has once given way to satisfying himself with 〃appearances；〃 to seeking his salvation in 〃appearances；〃 the moral life of such human creature is rapidly bleeding out of him。 Depend upon it； Beelzebub； Satan； or however you may name the too authentic Genius of Eternal Death； has got that human creature in his claws。 By and by you will have a dead parliamentary bagpipe； and your living man fled away without return！
Such parliamentary bagpipes I myself have heard play tunes； much to the satisfaction of the people。 Every tune lies within their compass； and their mind （for they still call it _mind_） is ready as a hurdy…gurdy on turning of the handle： 〃My Lords； this question now before the House〃Ye Heavens； O ye divine Silences； was there in the womb of Chaos； then； such a product； liable to be evoked by human art； as that same？ While the galleries were all applausive of heart； and the Fourth Estate looked with eyes enlightened； as if you had touched its lips with a staff dipped in honey；I have sat with reflections too ghastly to be uttered。 A poor human creature and learned friend； once possessed of many fine gifts； possessed of intellect； veracity； and manful conviction on a variety of objects； has he now lost all that；converted all that into a glistering phosphorescence which can show itself on the outside； while within； all is dead； chaotic； dark； a painted sepulchre full of dead…men's bones！ Discernment； knowledge； intellect； in the human sense of the words； this man has now none。 His opinion you do not ask on any matter： on the _matter_ he has no opinion； judgment； or insight； only on what may be said about the matter； how it may be argued of； what tune may be played upon it to enlighten the eyes of the Fourth Estate。
Such a soul； though to the eye he still keeps tumbling about in the Parliamentary element； and makes 〃motions；〃 and passes bills； for aught I know；are we to define him as a _living_ one； or as a dead？ Partridge the Almanac…Maker； whose 〃Publications〃 still regularly appear； is known to be dead！ The dog that was drowned last summer； and that floats up and down the Thames with ebb and flood ever since；is it not dead？ Alas； in the hot months； you meet here and there such a floating dog； and at length； if you often use the river steamers； get to know him by sight。 〃There he is again； still astir there in his quasi…stygian element！〃 you dejectedly exclaim （perhaps reading your Morning Newspaper at the moment）； and reflect； with a painful oppression of nose and imagination； on certain completed professors of parliamentary eloquence in modern times。 Dead long since； but _not_ resting； daily doing motions in that Westminster region still；daily from Vauxhall to Blackfriars； and back again； and cannot get away at all！ Daily （from Newspaper or river steamer） you may see him at some point of his fated course； hovering in the eddies； stranded in the ooze； or rapidly progressing with flood or ebb； and daily the odor of him is getting more intolerable： daily the condition of him appeals more tragically to gods and men。
Nature admits no lie； most men profess to be aware of this； but few in any measure lay it to heart。 Except in the departments of mere material manipulation； it seems to be taken practically as if this grand truth were merely a polite flourish of rhetoric。 What is a lie？ The question is worth asking； once and away； by the practical English mind。
A voluntary spoken divergence from the fact as it stands； as it has occurred and will proceed to develop itself： this clearly； if adopted by any man； will so far forth mislead him in all practical dealing with the fact； till he cast that statement out of him； and reject it as an unclean poisonous thing； he can have no success in dealing with the fact。 If such spoken divergence from the truth be involuntary； we lament it as a misfortune； and are entitled； at least the speaker of it is； to lament it extremely as the most palpable of all misfortunes； as the indubitablest losing of his way； and turning aside from the goal instead of pressing towards it； in the race set before him。 If the divergence is voluntary；there superadds itself to our sorrow a just indignation： we call the voluntary spoken divergence a lie； and justly abhor it as the essence of human treason and baseness； the desertion of a man to the Enemy of men against himself and his brethren。 A lost deserter； who has gone over to the Enemy； called Satan； and cannot _but_ be lost in the adventure！ Such is every liar with the tongue； and such in all nations is he； at all epochs； considered。 Men pull his nose； and kick him out of doors； and by peremptory expressive methods signify that they can and will have no trade with him。 Such is spoken divergence from the fact； so fares it with the practiser of that sad art。
But have we well considered a divergence _in thought_ from what is the fact？ Have we considered the man whose very thought is a lie to him and to us！ He too is a frightful man； repeating about this Universe on every hand what is not； and driven to repeat it； the sure herald of ruin to all that follow him； that know with _his_ knowledge！ And would you learn how to get a mendacious thought； there is no surer recipe than carrying a loose tongue。 The lying thought； you already either have it； or will soon get it by that method。 He who lies with his very tongue； _he_ clearly enough has long ceased to think truly in his mind。 Does he； in any sense； 〃think〃？ All his thoughts and imaginations； if they extend beyond mere beaverisms； astucities and sensualisms； are false； incomplete； perverse； untrue even to himself。 He has become a false mirror of this Universe； not a small mirror only； but a crooked； bedimmed and utterly deranged one。 But all loose tongues too are akin to lying ones； are insincere at the best； and go rattling with little meaning； the thought lying languid at a great distance behind them； if thought there be behind them at all。 Gradually there will be none or little！ How can the thought of such a man； what he calls thought； be other than fals