“You do well
to make your letters merry ones, though not very merry yourself, and that both for
my sake and your own; for your own sake, because it sometimes happens, that by
assuming an air of cheerfulness we become cheerful in reality; and for mine,
because I have always more need for a laugh than a cry, being somewhat disposed
to melancholy by natural temperament, as well as by other causes.”
Coming from
the wrong person and delivered at the wrong time in the wrong tone, rah-rah
morale-boosting can be soul-killingly depressing. Nothing so fuels murderous
rage as one who unmindfully proselytizes for good cheer. Better to be cheerful than to implore cheerfulness,
and let it go at that. No one knew this better than the author of the passage
quoted above, William Cowper, in a letter written on this date, May 8, in 1784,
to his friend the Rev. William Unwin. Cowper was a veteran of multiple suicide
attempts and confinements in asylums. On occasion, he was quite mad. During one
such spell Cowper wrote a poem in which he likened insanity to being “buried above ground.” This lends his advice to Unwin a credibility lacking in the
congenitally well-balanced.
The militantly
cheerful remain oblivious to the impact they have on others, and, in fact, are
themselves often quite mad. Even Cowper lets go of his urging after one
paragraph. Most of the rest of his letter is taken up with literary and
publishing matters. He has almost completed his masterwork The Task, which would be published the following year. But a subsequent
sentence is of more general application:
“There is a
sting in verse, that prose neither has, nor can have.”
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