11/17/2023
I believe I have posted this every year before Black Friday since the blog began in 2009. It was written in 1844 but may be even more relevant today in this world of advertising and credit cards. I urge you to read this and think about the meaning of the Holidays.
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It is said that the world is in a state of bankruptcy, that the world owes the world more than
the world can pay, and ought to go into chancery, and be sold. I do not think this general
insolvency, which involves in some sort all the population, to be the reason of the difficulty
experienced at Christmas and New Year, and other times, in bestowing gifts; since it is
always so pleasant to be generous, though very vexatious to pay debts. But the impediment
lies in the choosing. If, at any time, it comes into my head, that a present is due from me to
somebody, I am puzzled what to give, until the opportunity is gone. Flowers and fruits are
always fit presents; flowers, because they are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty
from Essays: Second Series (1844)
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Gifts
Gifts of one who loved me, —
'T was high time they came;
When he ceased to love me,
Time they stopped for shame.
Gifts - Ralph Waldo Emerson
outvalues all the utilities of the world. These gay natures contrast with the somewhat stern
countenance of ordinary nature: they are like music heard out of a work-house. Nature does
not cocker us: we are children, not pets: she is not fond: everything is dealt to us without
fear or favor, after severe universal laws. Yet these delicate flowers look like the frolic and
interference of love and beauty. Men use to tell us that we love flattery, even though we are
not deceived by it, because it shows that we are of importance enough to be courted.
Something like that pleasure, the flowers give us: what am I to whom these sweet hints are
addressed? Fruits are acceptable gifts, because they are the flower of commodities, and
admit of fantastic values being attached to them. If a man should send to me to come a
hundred miles to visit him, and should set before me a basket of fine summerfruit, I should
think there was some proportion between the labor and the reward.
For common gifts, necessity makes pertinences and beauty every day, and one is glad when
an imperative leaves him no option, since if the man at the door have no shoes, you have
not to consider whether you could procure him a paint-box. And as it is always pleasing to
see a man eat bread, or drink water, in the house or out of doors, so it is always a great
satisfaction to supply these first wants. Necessity does everything well. In our condition of
universal dependence, it seems heroic to let the petitioner be the judge of his necessity,
and to give all that is asked, though at great inconvenience. If it be a fantastic desire, it is
better to leave to others the office of punishing him. I can think of many parts I should prefer
playing to that of the Furies. Next to things of necessity, the rule for a gift, which one of my
friends prescribed, is, that we might convey to some person that which properly belonged
to his character, and was easily associated with him in thought. But our tokens of
compliment and love are for the most part barbarous. Rings and other jewels are not gifts,
but apologies for gifts. The only gift is a portion of thyself. Thou must bleed for me.
Therefore the poet brings his poem; the shepherd, his lamb; the farmer, corn; the miner, a
gem; the sailor, coral and shells; the painter, his picture; the girl, a handkerchief of her own
sewing. This is right and pleasing, for it restores society in so far to its primary basis, when a
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man's biography is conveyed in his gift, and every man's wealth is an index of his merit. But
it is a cold, lifeless business when you go to the shops to buy me something, which does not
represent your life and talent, but a goldsmith's. This is fit for kings, and rich men who
represent kings, and a false state of property, to make presents of gold and silver stuffs, as a
kind of symbolical sin-offering, or payment of black-mail.
The law of benefits is a difficult channel, which requires careful sailing, or rude boats. It is not
the office of a man to receive gifts. How dare you give them? We wish to be self-sustained.
We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.
We can receive anything from love, for that is a way of receiving it from ourselves; but not
from any one who assumes to bestow. We sometimes hate the meat which we eat, because
there seems something of degrading dependence in living by it.
"Brother, if Jove to thee a present make,
Take heed that from his hands thou nothing take."
We ask the whole. Nothing less will content us. We arraign society, if it do not give us
besides earth, and fire, and water, opportunity, love, reverence, and objects of veneration.
He is a good man, who can receive a gift well. We are either glad or sorry at a gift, and both
emotions are unbecoming. Some violence, I think, is done, some degradation borne, when I
rejoice or grieve at a gift. I am sorry when my independence is invaded, or when a gift
comes from such as do not know my spirit, and so the act is not supported; and if the gift
pleases me overmuch, then I should be ashamed that the donor should read my heart, and
see that I love his commodity, and not him. The gift, to be true, must be the flowing of the
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giver unto me, correspondent to my flowing unto him. When the waters are at level, then my
goods pass to him, and his to me. All his are mine, all mine his. I say to him, How can you
give me this pot of oil, or this flagon of wine, when all your oil and wine is mine, which belief
of mine this gift seems to deny? Hence the fitness of beautiful, not useful things for gifts. This
giving is flat usurpation, and therefore when the beneficiary is ungrateful, as all beneficiaries
hate all Timons, not at all considering the value of the gift, but looking back to the greater
store it was taken from, I rather sympathize with the beneficiary, than with the anger of my
lord Timon. For, the expectation of gratitude is mean, and is continually punished by the
total insensibility of the obliged person. It is a great happiness to get off without injury and
heart-burning, from one who has had the ill luck to be served by you. It is a very onerous
business, this of being served, and the debtor naturally wishes to give you a slap. A golden
text for these gentlemen is that which I so admire in the Buddhist, who never thanks, and
who says, "Do not flatter your benefactors."
The reason of these discords I conceive to be, that there is no commensurability between a
man and any gift. You cannot give anything to a magnanimous person. After you have
served him, he at once puts you in debt by his magnanimity. The service a man renders his
friend is trivial and selfish, compared with the service he knows his friend stood in readiness
to yield him, alike before he had begun to serve his friend, and now also. Compared with
that good-will I bear my friend, the benefit it is in my power to render him seems small.
Besides, our action on each other, good as well as evil, is so incidental and at random, that
we can seldom hear the acknowledgments of any person who would thank us for a benefit,
without some shame and humiliation. We can rarely strike a direct stroke, but must be
content with an oblique one; we seldom have the satisfaction of yielding a direct benefit,
which is directly received. But rectitude scatters favors on every side without knowing it, and
receives with wonder the thanks of all people.
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I fear to breathe any treason against the majesty of love, which is the genius and god of
gifts, and to whom we must not affect to prescribe. Let him give kingdoms or flower-leaves
indifferently. There are persons, from whom we always expect fairy tokens; let us not cease
to expect them. This is prerogative, and not to be limited by our municipal rules. For the rest,
I like to see that we cannot be bought and sold. The best of hospitality and of generosity is
also not in the will, but in fate. I find that I am not much to you; you do not need me; you do
not feel me; then am I thrust out of doors, though you proffer me house and lands. No
services are of any value, but only likeness. When I have attempted to join myself to others
by services, it proved an intellectual trick, — no more. They eat your service like apples, and
leave you out. But love them, and they feel you, and delight in you all the time.
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