ut thine, there
lies a help in them: see how thou wilt get at that. Patiently
thou wilt wait till the mad Southwester spend itself, saving
thyself by dexterous science of defence, the while; valiantly,
with swift decision, wilt thou strike in, when the favouring
East, the Possible, springs up. Mutiny of men thou wilt sternly
repress; weakness, despondency, thou wilt cheerily encourage:
thou wilt swallow down complaint, unreason, weariness, weakness
of others and thyself;--how much wilt thou swallow down! There
shall be a depth of Silence in thee, deeper than this Sea, which
is but ten miles deep: a Silence unsoundable; known to God
only. Thou shalt be a Great Man. Yes, my World-Soldier, thou of
the World Marine-service,--thou wilt have to be _greater_ than
this tumultuous unmeasured World here round thee is: thou, in
thy strong soul, as with wrestler's arms, shalt embrace it,
harness it down; and make it bear thee on,--to new Americas, or
whither God wills!

Chapter XII

Reward

'Religion,' I said; for properly speaking, all true Work is
Religion: and whatsoever Religion is not Work may go and dwell
among the Brahmins, Antinomians, Spinning Dervishes, or where it
will; with me it shall have no harbour. Admirable was that of
the old Monks, _'Laborare est Orare,_ Work is Worship.'

Older than all preached Gospels was this unpreached,
inarticulate, but ineradicable, forever-enduring Gospel: Work,
and therein have well-being. Man, Son of Earth and of Heaven,
lies there not, in the innermost heart of thee, a Spirit of
active Method, a Force for Work;--and burns like a painfully
smouldering fire, giving thee no rest till thou unfold it, till
thou write it down in beneficent Facts around thee! What is
immethodic, waste, thou shalt make methodic, regulated, arable;
obedient and productive to thee. Wheresoever thou findest
Disorder, there is thy eternal enemy; attack him swiftly, subdue
him; make Order of him, the subject not of Chaos, but of
Intelligence, Divinity and Thee! The thistle that grows in thy
path, dig it out, that a blade of useful grass, a drop of
nourishing milk, may grow there instead. The waste cotton-shrub,
gather its waste white down, spin it, weave it; that, in place
of idle litter, there may be folded webs, and the naked skin of
man be covered.

But above all, where thou findest Ignorance, Stupidity, Brute-
mindedness,--yes, there, with or without Church-tithes and