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Winter
Or, The Causes, Appearances, and effects of the great seasonal repose of nature by R. Mudie (1837)


PREFACE

Winter is the season of nature’s annual repose,— the time when the working structures are reduced to the minimum of their extent, and the energies of growth and life to the minimum of their activity, and when the phenomena on the earth are fewer, and address themselves less pleasingly to our senses than they do in any other of the three seasons. There is hope in the bud of Spring, pleasure in the bloom of Summer, and enjoyment in the fruit of Autumn; but, if we make our senses our chief resource, there is something both blank and gloomy in the aspect of Winter.

And, if we were of and for this world alone, there is no doubt that this would be the correct view of the Winter, as compared with the other seasons; and the partial death of the year would point as a most mournful index to the death and final close of our existence. But we are beings otherwise destined and endowed,— the world is to us only what the lodge is to the wayfaring man; and while we enjoy its rest, our thoughts can be directed back to the past part of our journey, and our hopes forward to its end, when we shall reach our proper home, and dwell there securely and for ever. This is our sure consolation—the anchor of hope to our minds, during all storms, whether they be of physical nature or of social adversity; and let the one or the other be ever so dark and gloomy, this hope can limn them with hues of the most enchanting delight; and in the very depth of the Winter, we can command the spring, the summer, and all the gay seasons of the times and the lands of the sun, to stand mustered before us in full array, and clothed in variety and beauty, which never could by possibility fall on the retina of the eye of some, though we were to ransack the world for its chosen landscape, and tax the year for the very hey-day of its perfection. We can do this, and we can do it when the Winter night is moonless, starless, and dark as a pit dug to the earth’s very centre where sunbeam never came, and when all the angry voices of the Winter are howling and thundering around us, with far more certainty and mental satisfaction than we could do, if laid on the most flowery bank, in the sweetest day in which summer ever beamed on the earth.

We are beings of sensation, certainly; many and exquisite are the pleasures which we are fitted for enjoying in this way, and much ought we to be grateful for their capacity of giving pleasure, and our capacity of receiving it; for this refined pleasure of the senses is special and peculiar to us out of all the countless variety of living creatures which tenant the earth around us. They eat, they drink, they sleep, they secure the succession of their race, and they die; but not one of them has a secondary pleasure of sense beyond the accomplishment of these very humble ends. We stand far higher in the mere gratifications of sense; and in the mental ones there is no comparison, as the other creatures have not an atom of the element to bring to the estimate.

The Winter is, therefore, the especial season of man —our own season, by way of eminence; and men who have no Winter in the year of the region in which they are placed, never of themselves display those traits of mental development which are the true characteristics of rational man, as contrasted with the irrational part of the living creation. It is true that there must be the contrast of a summer, in order to give this Winter its proper effect; but still, the Winter is the intellectual season of the year,—the season during which the intellectual and immortal spirit in man enables him most triumphantly to display his superiority over “the beasts that perish.”

Such are the feelings with regard to the Winter season, under which the following pages were composed; but whether the execution does or does not come up to this feeling, is a matter to be determined by the reader, not by the author.

In order that this volume might be somewhat in accordance with the character of the season after which it is named, I have endeavoured to make it more reflective than the former ones of the series. But the matter of it does not easily admit of prefatory analysis, and therefore I must refer to the Table of Contents, and especially to the book itself, which, if it should be found to have no other recommendation, is at least original, and different from any which has been previously written on the subject, numerous as these are, and valuable as are some of them.

There are two points of difference between the volumes both of this series and the former one, and most books upon similar subjects, to which it may be as well to call the attention of the reader, lest that which has been done purposely, and in the belief that it is an improvement, should be regarded as oversight and imperfection.

In the first place, every thing like system has been avoided with the utmost solicitude; and thus, the transitions from the earth to the air or the sun, from one part of the earth to another of the very opposite character, from plant to animal, from sea to land, from natural appearance to moral reflection, and from nature to the Author of nature, may seem abrupt, and without any obvious connexion. That they have none of the apparent regularity of the systems of the schools, I will admit; but then, the regularity of these is only in the artificial parts of the systems, and not in the nature of the subjects which they embrace; so that, if a student were to go forth to any locality, be that locality what it might, he would not be able to trace a correspondence with the system there, but would find himself in a state of constant transition from one part of the artificial system to another, if he followed the succession of subjects as he met with them in nature.

Now if the observation of nature is to be pleasant, and to operate profitably in teaching us to take heed of every thing, which is clearly the grand practical use of it, we must not go forth in quest of a genus, an order, or a class, we must be equally prepared to understand and enjoy all that we meet with, in the order in which we may happen to meet them ; and over that order we ourselves have no control. This is the system of nature which presents itself to our observation ; and though, as compared with the artificial systems of the learned on these subjects, it appears to be no system at all, yet it is the only natural one. There is always a natural reason why any production or appearance is met with in one place and at one time rather than another; this reason should be one of the main objects of our observation; and it is one upon which, from the mode of their arrangement, the natural systems can afford us very little assistance. These systems all have reference to the productions of nature as if they were dead subjects, which we could place in any juxta-position which suited our fancy; and what we meet with is living and active nature, of which all the parts and all their changes have adequate causes, which tie them down to place and to time.

The other part refers to the natural theology; and in this I have endeavoured to avoid what appear to me to be the chief errors of those who have treated of the subject,—namely, that comparison of the working of God with the working of man, by means of which it has been attempted to heighten our admiration of the former; and that comparison of the instincts of animals with human reason, by injudicious allusions to which, our belief in the immortality, and even the existence of the mind, is apt to be shaken.

It was my original intention to follow up the four volumes on the Heavens, Earth, Air, and Sea, and these four on the Seasons, by other four on the Natural History of Man, as a physical, intellectual, moral, and social being; but as a series of books may be too long, as Man stands in many respects insulated from the rest of nature, and as the work which I intend to publish respecting him must necessarily be of a different character from this and its precursors, I have, on mature reflection, deemed it better that it should appear in another shape, and thus be a distinct work in form as well as in substance.

ROBERT MUDIE.
Grove Cottage, Chelsea, November, 1837.

Winter
Or, The Causes, Appearances, and effects of the great seasonal repose of nature by R. Mudie (1837) (pdf)


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