CHAPTER 10.
PARENTAL
AFFECTION.
Parental affection is, perhaps, the blindest modification of perverse
self-love; for we have not, like the French two terms (L'amour
propre, L'amour de soi meme) to distinguish the pursuit of a natural and
reasonable desire, from the ignorant calculations of weakness. Parents often love their children in the most
brutal manner, and sacrifice every relative duty to promote their advancement
in the world. To promote, such is the
perversity of unprincipled prejudices, the future welfare of the very beings whose
present existence they imbitter by the most despotic
stretch of power. Power, in fact, is
ever true to its vital principle, for in every shape it would reign without controul or
inquiry. Its throne is built across a
dark abyss, which no eye must dare to explore, lest the baseless fabric should
totter under investigation. Obedience,
unconditional obedience, is the catch-word of tyrants of every description, and
to render "assurance doubly sure," one kind of despotism supports
another. Tyrants would have cause to tremble if reason were to become the rule
of duty in any of the relations of life, for the light might spread till
perfect day appeared. And when it did
appear, how would men smile at the sight of the bugbears at which they started during
the night of ignorance, or the twilight of timid inquiry.
Parental affection, indeed, in many minds, is but a pretext to tyrannize
where it can be done with impunity, for only good and wise men are content with
the respect that will bear discussion. Convinced that they have a right to what
they insist on, they do not fear reason, or dread the sifting of subjects that
recur to natural justice: because they
firmly believe, that the more enlightened the human mind becomes, the deeper
root will just and simple principles take.
They do not rest in expedients, or grant that what is metaphysically
true can be practically false; but disdaining the shifts of the moment they
calmly wait till time, sanctioning innovation, silences the hiss of selfishness
or envy.
If the power of reflecting on the past, and darting the keen eye of contemplation
into futurity, be the grand privilege of man, it must be granted that some
people enjoy this prerogative in a very limited degree. Every thing now appears to them wrong; and
not able to distinguish the possible from the monstrous, they fear where no
fear should find a place, running from the light of reason as if it were a
firebrand; yet the limits of the possible have never been defined to stop the
sturdy innovator's hand.
Woman, however, a slave in every situation to prejudice seldom exerts
enlightened maternal affection; for she either neglects her children, or spoils
them by improper indulgence. Besides,
the affection of some women for their children is, as I have before termed it,
frequently very brutish; for it eradicates every spark of humanity. Justice, truth, every thing is sacrificed by
these Rebekahs, and for the sake of their own
children they violate the most sacred duties, forgetting the common
relationship that binds the whole family on earth together. Yet, reason seems to say, that they who
suffer one duty, or affection to swallow up the rest, have not sufficient heart
or mind to fulfil that one conscientiously. It then
loses the venerable aspect of a duty, and assumes the fantastic form of a whim.
As the care of children in their infancy is one of the grand duties annexed
to the female character by nature, this duty would afford many forcible
arguments for strengthening the female understanding, if it were properly
considered.
The formation of the mind must be begun very early, and the temper, in
particular, requires the most judicious attention--an attention which women
cannot pay who only love their children because they are their children, and
seek no further for the foundation of their duty, than in the feelings of the
moment. It is this want of reason in
their affections which makes women so often run into extremes, and either be
the most fond, or most careless and unnatural mothers.
To be a good mother--a woman must have sense, and that independence of mind
which few women possess who are taught to depend
entirely on their husbands. Meek wives
are, in general, foolish mothers; wanting their children to love them best, and
take their part, in secret, against the father, who is held up as a
scarecrow. If they are to be punished,
though they have offended the mother, the father must inflict the punishment;
he must be the judge in all disputes:
but I shall more fully discuss this subject when I treat of private
education, I now only mean to insist, that unless the understanding of woman be
enlarged, and her character rendered more firm, by being allowed to govern her
own conduct, she will never have sufficient sense or command of temper to
manage her children properly. Her
parental affection, indeed, scarcely deserves the name, when it does not lead
her to suckle her children, because the
discharge of this duty is
equally calculated to inspire maternal and filial affection; and it is the
indispensable duty of men and women to fulfil the
duties which give birth to affections that are the surest preservatives against
vice. Natural affection, as it is termed,
I believe to be a very weak tie, affections must grow out of the habitual
exercise of a mutual sympathy; and what sympathy does a mother exercise who
sends her babe to a nurse, and only
takes it from a nurse to send it to
a school?
In the exercise of their natural feelings, providence has furnished women
with a natural substitute for love, when the lover becomes only a friend and
mutual confidence takes place of overstrained admiration--a child then gently
twists the relaxing cord, and a mutual care produces a new mutual
sympathy. But a child, though a pledge
of affection, will not enliven it, if both father and mother are content to
transfer the charge to hirelings; for they who do their duty by proxy should
not murmur if they miss the reward of duty--parental affection produces filial
duty.