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What Does—What Knows—What Is. …

I am not likely to depreciate to you the value of What Does, after spending my first twelve lectures up here, on the art and practice of Writing, encouraging you to do this thing which I daily delight in trying to do: as God forbid that anyone should hint a slightening word of what our sons and brothers are doing just now, and doing for us! But Peace being the normal condition of man's activity, I look around me for a vindication of what is noblest in What Does and am content with a passage from George Eliot's poem "Stradivarius", the gist of which is that God himself might conceivably make better fiddles than Stradivari's, but by no means certainly; since, as a fact, God orders his best fiddles of Stradivari. Says the great workman,

'God be praised,

Antonio Stradivari has an eye

That winces at false work and loves the true,

With hand and arm that play upon the tool

As willingly as any singing bird

Sets him to sing his morning roundelay,

Because he likes to sing and likes the song.'

Then Naldo: ''Tis a pretty kind of fame

At best, that comes of making violins;

And saves no masses, either. Thou wilt go

To purgatory none the less.'

But he:

''Twere purgatory here to make them ill;

And for my fame—when any master holds

'Twixt chin and hand a violin of mine,

He will be glad that Stradivari lived,

Made violins, and made them of the best.

The masters only know whose work is good:

They will choose mine, and while God gives them skill

I give them instruments to play upon,

God choosing me to help Him.'

'What! Were God

At fault for violins, thou absent?'

'Yes;

He were at fault for Stradivari's work.'

'Why, many hold Giuseppe's

violins As good as thine.'

'May be: they are different.

His quality declines: he spoils his hand

With over-drinking. But were his the best,

He could not work for two. My work is mine,

And heresy or not, if my hand slacked

I should rob God—since He is fullest good—

Leaving a blank instead of violins.

I say, not God Himself can make man's best

Without best men to help him. …

'Tis God gives skill,

But not without men's hands: He could not make

Antonio Stradivari's violins

Without Antonio. Get thee to thy easel.'

So much then for What Does: I do not depreciate it.