I remember
taking his advice upon some point of conduct. 'Now,' he said, 'how
do you suppose Christ would have advised you?' and when I had
answered that he would not have counselled me anything unkind or
cowardly, 'No,' he said, with one of his shrewd strokes at the
weakness of his hearer, 'nor anything amusing.' Later in life, he
made less certain in the field of ethics. 'The old story of the
knowledge of good and evil is a very true one,' I find him writing;
only (he goes on) 'the effect of the original dose is much worn
out, leaving Adam's descendants with the knowledge that there is
such a thing - but uncertain where.' His growing sense of this
ambiguity made him less swift to condemn, but no less stimulating
in counsel. 'You grant yourself certain freedoms. Very well,' he
would say, 'I want to see you pay for them some other way. You
positively cannot do this: then there positively must be something
else that you can do, and I want to see you find that out and do
it.' Fleeming would never suffer you to think that you were
living, if there were not, somewhere in your life, some touch of
heroism, to do or to endure.
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