that the aspect of society in the united states is at once excited and monotonous
it would seem that nothing can be more adapted to stimulate and to feed curiosity than the aspect of the united states. fortunes, opinions, and laws are there in ceaseless variation: it is as if immutable nature herself were mutable, such are the changes worked upon her by the hand of man. yet in the end the sight of this excited community becomes monotonous, and after having watched the moving pageant for a time the spectator is tired of it. amongst aristocratic nations every man is pretty nearly stationary in his own sphere; but men are astonishingly unlike each other—their passions, their notions, their habits, and their tastes are essentially different: nothing changey, but everything differs. in democracies, on the contrary, all men are alike and do things pretty nearly alike. it is true that they are subject to great and frequent vicissitudes; but as the same events of good or adverse fortune are continually recurring, the name of the actors only is changed, the piece is always the same. the aspect of american society is animated, because men and things are always changing; but it is monotonous, because all these changes are alike.
men living in democratic ages have many passions, but most of their passions either end in the love of riches or proceed from it. the cause of this is, not that their souls are narrower, but that the importance of money is really greater at such times. when all the members of a community are independent of or indifferent to each other, the co-operation of each of them can only be obtained by paying for it: this infinitely multiplies the purposes to which wealth may be applied, and increases its value. when the reverence which belonged to what is old has vanished, birth, condition, and profession no longer distinguish men, or scarcely distinguish them at all: hardly anything but money remains to create strongly marked differences between them, and to raise some of them above the common level. the distinction originating in wealth is increased by the disappearance and diminution of all other distinctions. amongst aristocratic nations money only reaches to a few points on the vast circle of man's desires—in democracies it seems to lead to all. the love of wealth is therefore to be traced, either as a principal or an accessory motive, at the bottom of all that the americans do: this gives to all their passions a sort of family likeness, and soon renders the survey of them exceedingly wearisome. this perpetual recurrence of the same passion is monotonous; the peculiar methods by which this passion seeks its own gratification are no less so.
in an orderly and constituted democracy like the united states, where men cannot enrich themselves by war, by public office, or by political confiscation, the love of wealth mainly drives them into business and manufactures. although these pursuits often bring about great commotions and disasters, they cannot prosper without strictly regular habits and a long routine of petty uniform acts. the stronger the passion is, the more regular are these habits, and the more uniform are these acts. it may be said that it is the vehemence of their desires which makes the americans so methodical; it perturbs their minds, but it disciplines their lives.
the remark i here apply to america may indeed be addressed to almost all our contemporaries. variety is disappearing from the human race; the same ways of acting, thinking, and feeling are to be met with all over the world. this is not only because nations work more upon each other, and are more faithful in their mutual imitation; but as the men of each country relinquish more and more the peculiar opinions and feelings of a caste, a profession, or a family, they simultaneously arrive at something nearer to the constitution of man, which is everywhere the same. thus they become more alike, even without having imitated each other. like travellers scattered about some large wood, which is intersected by paths converging to one point, if all of them keep, their eyes fixed upon that point and advance towards it, they insensibly draw nearer together—though they seek not, though they see not, though they know not each other; and they will be surprised at length to find themselves all collected on the same spot. all the nations which take, not any particular man, but man himself, as the object of their researches and their imitations, are tending in the end to a similar state of society, like these travellers converging to the central plot of the forest.
