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ALEXANDRIA AND HER SCHOOLS {1}

PREFACE

I should not have presumed to choose for any lectures of mine such a

subject as that which I have tried to treat in this book. The subject

was chosen by the Institution where the lectures were delivered. Still

less should I have presumed to print them of my own accord, knowing how

fragmentary and crude they are. They were printed at the special

request of my audience. Least of all, perhaps, ought I to have presumed

to publish them, as I have done, at Cambridge, where any inaccuracy or

sciolism (and that such defects exist in these pages, I cannot but fear)

would be instantly detected, and severely censured: but nevertheless,

it seemed to me that Cambridge was the fittest place in which they could

see the light, because to Cambridge I mainly owe what little right

method or sound thought may be found in them, or indeed, in anything

which I have ever written. In the heyday of youthful greediness and

ambition, when the mind, dazzled by the vastness and variety of the

universe, must needs know everything, or rather know about everything,

at once and on the spot, too many are apt, as I have been in past years,

to complain of Cambridge studies as too dry and narrow: but as time

teaches the student, year by year, what is really required for an

understanding of the objects with which he meets, he begins to find that

his University, in as far as he has really received her teaching into

himself, has given him, in her criticism, her mathematics, above all, in

Plato, something which all the popular knowledge, the lectures and

institutions of the day, and even good books themselves, cannot give, a

boon more precious than learning; namely, the art of learning. That

instead of casting into his lazy lap treasures which he would not have

known how to use, she has taught him to mine for them himself; and has

by her wise refusal to gratify his intellectual greediness, excited his

hunger, only that he may be the stronger to hunt and till for his own

subsistence; and thus, the deeper he drinks, in after years, at

fountains wisely forbidden to him while he was a Cambridge student, and

sees his old companions growing up into sound-headed and sound-hearted

practical men, liberal and expansive, and yet with a firm standing-

ground for thought and action, he learns to complain less and less of

Cambridge studies, and more and more of that conceit and haste of his

own, which kept him from reaping the full advantage of her training.

These Lectures, as I have said, are altogether crude and fragmentary--

how, indeed, could they be otherwise, dealing with so vast a subject,

and so long a period of time? They are meant neither as Essays nor as

Orations, but simply as a collection of hints to those who may wish to

work out the subject for themselves; and, I trust, as giving some

glimpses of a central idea, in the light of which the spiritual history

of Alexandria, and perhaps of other countries also, may be seen to have

in itself a coherence and organic method.

I was of course compelled, by the circumstances under which these

Lectures were delivered, to keep clear of all points which are commonly

called "controversial." I cannot but feel that this was a gain, rather

than a loss; because it forced me, if I wished to give any

interpretation at all of Alexandrian thought, any Theodicy at all of her

fate, to refer to laws which I cannot but believe to be deeper, wider,

more truly eternal than the points which cause most of our modern

controversies, either theological or political; laws which will, I

cannot but believe also, reassert themselves, and have to be reasserted

by all wise teachers, very soon indeed, and it may be under most novel

embodiments, but without any change in their eternal spirit.

For I may say, I hope, now (what if said ten years ago would have only

excited laughter), that I cannot but subscribe to the opinion of the

many wise men who believe that Europe, and England as an integral part

thereof, is on the eve of a revolution, spiritual and political, as vast

and awful as that which took place at the Reformation; and that,

beneficial as that revolution will doubtless be to the destinies of

mankind in general, it depends upon the wisdom and courage of each

nation individually, whether that great deluge shall issue, as the

Reformation did, in a fresh outgrowth of European nobleness and strength

or usher in, after pitiable confusions and sorrows, a second Byzantine

age of stereotyped effeminacy and imbecility. For I have as little

sympathy with those who prate so loudly of the progress of the species,

and the advent of I know-not-what Cockaigne of universal peace and

plenty, as I have with those who believe on the strength of "unfulfilled

prophecy," the downfall of Christianity, and the end of the human race

to be at hand. Nevertheless, one may well believe that prophecy will be

fulfilled in this great crisis, as it is in every great crisis, although

one be unable to conceive by what method of symbolism the drying up of

the Euphrates can be twisted to signify the fall of Constantinople: and

one can well believe that a day of judgment is at hand, in which for

every nation and institution, the wheat will be sifted out and gathered

into God's garner, for the use of future generations, and the chaff

burnt up with that fire unquenchable which will try every man's work,

without being of opinion that after a few more years are over, the great

majority of the human race will be consigned hopelessly to never-ending

torments.

If prophecy be indeed a divine message to man; if it be anything but a

cabbala, useless either to the simple-minded or to the logical, intended

only for the plaything of a few devout fancies, it must declare the

unchangeable laws by which the unchangeable God is governing, and has

always governed, the human race; and therefore only by understanding

what has happened, can we understand what will happen; only by

understanding history, can we understand prophecy; and that not merely

by picking out--too often arbitrarily and unfairly--a few names and

dates from the records of all the ages, but by trying to discover its

organic laws, and the causes which produce in nations, creeds, and

systems, health and disease, growth, change, decay and death. If, in

one small corner of this vast field, I shall have thrown a single ray of

light upon these subjects--if I shall have done anything in these pages

towards illustrating the pathology of a single people, I shall believe

that I have done better service to the Catholic Faith and the

Scriptures, than if I did really "know the times and the seasons, which

the Father has kept in His own hand." For by the former act I may have

helped to make some one man more prudent and brave to see and to do what

God requires of him; by the latter I could only add to that paralysis of

superstitious fear, which is already but too common among us, and but

too likely to hinder us from doing our duty manfully against our real

foes, whether it be pestilence at home or tyranny abroad.

These last words lead me to another subject, on which I am bound to say

a few words. I have, at the end of these Lectures, made some allusion

to the present war. To have entered further into political questions

would have been improper in the place where those Lectures were

delivered: but I cannot refrain from saying here something more on this

matter; and that, first, because all political questions have their real

root in moral and spiritual ones, and not (as too many fancy) in

questions merely relating to the balance of power or commercial economy,

and are (the world being under the guidance of a spiritual, and not a

physical Being) finally decided on those spiritual grounds, and

according to the just laws of the kingdom of God; and, therefore, the

future political horoscope of the East depends entirely on the present

spiritual state of its inhabitants, and of us who have (and rightly)

taken up their cause; in short, on many of those questions on which I

have touched in these Lectures: and next, because I feel bound, in

justice to myself, to guard against any mistake about my meaning or

supposition that I consider the Turkish empire a righteous thing, or one

likely to stand much longer on the face of God's earth.

The Turkish empire, as it now exists, seems to me an altogether

unrighteous and worthless thing. It stands no longer upon the assertion

of the great truth of Islam, but on the merest brute force and

oppression. It has long since lost the only excuse which one race can

have for holding another in subjection; that which we have for taking on

ourselves the tutelage of the Hindoos, and which Rome had for its

tutelage of the Syrians and Egyptians; namely, the governing with

tolerable justice those who cannot govern themselves, and making them

better and more prosperous people, by compelling them to submit to law.

I do not know when this excuse is a sufficient one. God showed that it

was so for several centuries in the case of the Romans; God will show

whether it is in the case of our Indian empire: but this I say, that

the Turkish empire has not even that excuse to plead; as is proved by

the patent fact that the whole East, the very garden of the old world,

has become a desert and a ruin under the upas-blight of their

government.

As for the regeneration of Turkey, it is a question whether the

regeneration of any nation which has sunk, not into mere valiant

savagery, but into effete and profligate luxury, is possible. Still

more is it a question whether a regeneration can be effected, not by the

rise of a new spiritual idea (as in the case of the Koreish), but simply

by more perfect material appliances, and commercial prudence. History

gives no instance, it seems to me, of either case; and if our attempt to

regenerate Greece by freeing it has been an utter failure, much more, it

seems to me, would any such attempt fail in the case of the Turkish

race. For what can be done with a people which has lost the one great

quality which was the tenure of its existence, its military skill? Let

any one read the accounts of the Turkish armies in the fifteenth,

sixteenth, and seventeenth centuries, when they were the tutors and

models of all Europe in the art of war, and then consider the fact that

those very armies require now to be officered by foreign adventurers, in

order to make them capable of even keeping together, and let him ask

himself seriously, whether such a fall can ever be recovered. When, in

the age of Theodosius, and again in that of Justinian, the Roman armies

had fallen into the same state; when the Italian legions required to be

led by Stilicho the Vandal, and the Byzantine by Belisar the Sclav and

Narses the Persian, the end of all things was at hand, and came; as it

will come soon to Turkey.

But if Turkey deserves to fall, and must fall, it must not fall by our

treachery. Its sins will surely be avenged upon it: but wrong must not

avenge wrong, or the penalty is only passed on from one sinner to

another. Whatsoever element of good is left in the Turk, to that we

must appeal as our only means, if not of saving him, still of helping

him to a quiet euthanasia, and absorption into a worthier race of

successors. He is said (I know not how truly) to have one virtue left;

that of faithfulness to his word. Only by showing him that we too abhor

treachery and bad faith, can we either do him good, or take a safe

standing-ground in our own peril. And this we have done; and for this

we shall be rewarded. But this is surely not all our duty. Even if we

should be able to make the civil and religious freedom of the Eastern

Christians the price of our assistance to the Mussulman, the struggle

will not be over; for Russia will still be what she has always been, and

the northern Anarch will be checked, only to return to the contest with

fiercer lust of aggrandisement, to enact the part of a new Macedon,

against a new Greece, divided, not united, by the treacherous bond of

that balance of power, which is but war under the guise of peace.

Europe needs a holier and more spiritual, and therefore a stronger

union, than can be given by armed neutralities, and the so-called cause

of order. She needs such a bond as in the Elizabethan age united the

free states of Europe against the Anarch of Spain, and delivered the

Western nations from a rising world-tyranny, which promised to be even

more hideous than the elder one of Rome. If, as then, England shall

proclaim herself the champion of freedom by acts, and not by words and

paper, she may, as she did then, defy the rulers of the darkness of this

world, for the God of Light will be with her. But, as yet, it is

impossible to look without sad forebodings upon the destiny of a war,

begun upon the express understanding that evil shall be left triumphant

throughout Europe, wheresoever that evil does not seem, to our own

selfish short-sightedness, to threaten us with immediate danger; with

promises, that under the hollow name of the Cause of Order--and that

promise made by a revolutionary Anarch--the wrongs of Italy, Hungary,

Poland, Sweden, shall remain unredressed, and that Prussia and Austria,

two tyrannies, the one far more false and hypocritical, the other even

more rotten than that of Turkey, shall, if they will but observe a

hollow and uncertain neutrality (for who can trust the liar and the

oppressor?)--be allowed not only to keep their ill-gotten spoils, but

even now to play into the hands of our foe, by guarding his Polish

frontier for him, and keeping down the victims of his cruelty, under

pretence of keeping down those of their own.

It is true, the alternative is an awful one; one from which statesmen

and nations may well shrink: but it is a question, whether that

alternative may not be forced upon us sooner or later, whether we must

not from the first look it boldly in the face, as that which must be

some day, and for which we must prepare, not cowardly, and with cries

about God's wrath and judgments against us--which would be abject, were

they not expressed in such second-hand stock-phrases as to make one

altogether doubt their sincerity, but chivalrously, and with awful joy,

as a noble calling, an honour put upon us by the God of Nations, who

demands of us, as some small return for all His free bounties, that we

should be, in this great crisis, the champions of Freedom and of

Justice, which are the cause of God. At all events, we shall not escape

our duty by being afraid of it; we shall not escape our duty by

inventing to ourselves some other duty, and calling it "Order."

Elizabeth did so at first. She tried to keep the peace with Spain; she

shrank from injuring the cause of Order (then a nobler one than now,

because it was the cause of Loyalty, and not merely of Mammon) by

assisting the Scotch and the Netherlanders: but her duty was forced

upon her; and she did it at last, cheerfully, boldly, utterly, like a

hero; she put herself at the head of the battle for the freedom of the

world, and she conquered, for God was with her; and so that seemingly

most fearful of all England's perils, when the real meaning of it was

seen, and God's will in it obeyed manfully, became the foundation of

England's naval and colonial empire, and laid the foundation of all her

future glories. So it was then, so it is now; so it will be for ever:

he who seeks to save his life will lose it: he who willingly throws

away his life for the cause of mankind, which is the cause of God, the

Father of mankind, he shall save it, and be rewarded a hundred-fold.

That God may grant us, the children of the Elizabethan heroes, all

wisdom to see our duty, and courage to do it, even to the death, should

be our earliest prayer. Our statesmen have done wisely and well in

refusing, in spite of hot-headed clamours, to appeal to the sword as

long as there was any chance of a peaceful settlement even of a single

evil. They are doing wisely and well now in declining to throw away the

scabbard as long as there is hope that a determined front will awe the

offender into submission: but the day may come when the scabbard must

be thrown away; and God grant that they may have the courage to do it.

It is reported that our rulers have said, that English diplomacy can no

longer recognise "nationalities," but only existing "governments." God

grant that they may see in time that the assertion of national life, as

a spiritual and indefeasible existence, was for centuries the central

idea of English policy; the idea by faith in which she delivered first

herself, and then the Protestant nations of the Continent, successively

from the yokes of Rome, of Spain, of France; and that they may reassert

that most English of all truths again, let the apparent cost be what it

may.

It is true, that this end will not be attained without what is called

nowadays "a destruction of human life." But we have yet to learn (at

least if the doctrines which I have tried to illustrate in this little

book have any truth in them) whether shot or shell has the power of

taking away human life; and to believe, if we believe our Bibles, that

human life can only be destroyed by sin, and that all which is lost in

battle is that animal life of which it is written, "Fear not those who

can kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do: but I

will forewarn you whom you shall fear; him who, after he has killed, has

power to destroy both body and soul in hell." Let a man fear him, the

destroying devil, and fear therefore cowardice, disloyalty, selfishness,

sluggishness, which are his works, and to be utterly afraid of which is

to be truly brave. God grant that we of the clergy may remember this

during the coming war, and instead of weakening the righteous courage

and honour of our countrymen by instilling into them selfish and

superstitious fears, and a theory of the future state which represents

God, not as a saviour, but a tormentor, may boldly tell them that "He is

not the God of the dead but of the living; for all live unto Him;" and

that he who renders up his animal life as a worthless thing, in the

cause of duty, commits his real and human life, his very soul and self,

into the hands of a just and merciful Father, who has promised to leave

no good deed unrewarded, and least of all that most noble deed, the

dying like a man for the sake not merely of this land of England, but of

the freedom and national life of half the world.

LECTURE I--THE PTOLEMAIC ERA

Before I begin to lecture upon the Physical and Metaphysical schools of

Alexandria, it may be better, perhaps, to define the meaning of these

two epithets. Physical, we shall all agree, means that which belongs to

[Greek text: phusis]; natura; nature, that which [Greek text:

phuetai], nascitur, grows, by an organic life, and therefore decays

again; which has a beginning, and therefore, I presume, an end. And

Metaphysical means that which we learn to think of after we think of

nature; that which is supernatural, in fact, having neither beginning

nor end, imperishable, immovable, and eternal, which does not become,

but always is. These, at least, are the wisest definitions of these two

terms for us just now; for they are those which were received by the

whole Alexandrian school, even by those commentators who say that

Aristotle, the inventor of the term Metaphysics, named his treatise so

only on account of its following in philosophic sequence his book on

Physics.

But, according to these definitions, the whole history of Alexandria

might be to us, from one point of view, a physical school; for

Alexandria, its society and its philosophy, were born, and grew, and

fed, and reached their vigour, and had their old age, their death, even

as a plant or an animal has; and after they were dead and dissolved, the

atoms of them formed food for new creations, entered into new

organisations, just as the atoms of a dead plant or animal might do.

Was Alexandria then, from beginning to end, merely a natural and

physical phenomenon?

It may have been. And yet we cannot deny that Alexandria was also a

metaphysical phenomenon, vast and deep enough; seeing that it held for

some eighteen hundred years a population of several hundred thousand

souls; each of whom, at least according to the Alexandrian philosophy,

stood in a very intimate relation to those metaphysic things which are

imperishable and immovable and eternal, and indeed, contained them more

or less, each man, woman, and child of them in themselves; having wills,

reasons, consciences, affections, relations to each other; being

parents, children, helpmates, bound together by laws concerning right

and wrong, and numberless other unseen and spiritual relations.

Surely such a body was not merely natural, any more than any other

nation, society, or scientific school, made up of men and of the

spirits, thoughts, affections of men. It, like them, was surely

spiritual; and could be only living and healthy, in as far as it was in

harmony with certain spiritual, unseen, and everlasting laws of God;

perhaps, as certain Alexandrian philosophers would have held, in as far

as it was a pattern of that ideal constitution and polity after which

man was created, the city of God which is eternal in the Heavens. If

so, may we not suspect of this Alexandria that it was its own fault if

it became a merely physical phenomenon; and that it stooped to become a

part of nature, and took its place among the things which are born to

die, only by breaking the law which God had appointed for it; so

fulfilling, in its own case, St. Paul's great words, that death entered

into the world by sin, and that sin is the transgression of the law?

Be that as it may, there must have been metaphysic enough to be learnt

in that, or any city of three hundred thousand inhabitants, even though

it had never contained lecture-room or philosopher's chair, and had

never heard the names of Aristotle and Plato. Metaphysic enough,

indeed, to be learnt there, could we but enter into the heart of even

the most brutish negro slave who ever was brought down the Nile out of

the desert by Nubian merchants, to build piers and docks in whose

commerce he did not share, temples whose worship he did not comprehend,

libraries and theatres whose learning and civilisation were to him as

much a sealed book as they were to his countryman, and fellow-slave, and

only friend, the ape. There was metaphysic enough in him truly, and

things eternal and immutable, though his dark-skinned descendants were

three hundred years in discovering the fact, and in proving it

satisfactorily to all mankind for ever. You must pardon me if I seem

obscure; I cannot help looking at the question with a somewhat

Alexandrian eye, and talking of the poor negro dock-worker as certain

Alexandrian philosophers would have talked, of whom I shall have to

speak hereafter.

I should have been glad, therefore, had time permitted me, instead of

confining myself strictly to what are now called "the physic and

metaphysic schools" of Alexandria, to have tried as well as I could to

make you understand how the whole vast phenomenon grew up, and supported

a peculiar life of its own, for fifteen hundred years and more, and was

felt to be the third, perhaps the second city of the known world, and

one so important to the great world-tyrant, the Caesar of Rome, that no

Roman of distinction was ever sent there as prefect, but the Alexandrian

national vanity and pride of race was allowed to the last to pet itself

by having its tyrant chosen from its own people.

But, though this cannot be, we may find human elements enough in the

schools of Alexandria, strictly so called, to interest us for a few

evenings; for these schools were schools of men; what was discovered and

taught was discovered and taught by men, and not by thinking-machines;

and whether they would have been inclined to confess it or not, their

own personal characters, likes and dislikes, hopes and fears, strength

and weakness, beliefs and disbeliefs, determined their metaphysics and

their physics for them, quite enough to enable us to feel for them as

men of like passions with ourselves; and for that reason only, men whose

thoughts and speculations are worthy of a moment's attention from us.

For what is really interesting to man, save men, and God, the Father of

men?

In the year 331 B.C. one of the greatest intellects whose influence the

world has ever felt, saw, with his eagle glance, the unrivalled

advantage of the spot which is now Alexandria; and conceived the mighty

project of making it the point of union of two, or rather of three

worlds. In a new city, named after himself, Europe, Asia, and Africa

were to meet and to hold communion. A glance at the map will show you

what an [Greek text: omphalosgees], a centre of the world, this

Alexandria is, and perhaps arouse in your minds, as it has often done in

mine, the suspicion that it has not yet fulfilled its whole destiny, but

may become at any time a prize for contending nations, or the centre of

some world-wide empire to come. Communicating with Europe and the

Levant by the Mediterranean, with India by the Red Sea, certain of

boundless supplies of food from the desert-guarded valley of the Nile,

to which it formed the only key, thus keeping all Egypt, as it were, for

its own private farm, it was weak only on one side, that of Judea. That

small strip of fertile mountain land, containing innumerable military

positions from which an enemy might annoy Egypt, being, in fact, one

natural chain of fortresses, was the key to Phoenicia and Syria. It was

an eagle's eyrie by the side of a pen of fowls. It must not be left

defenceless for a single year. Tyre and Gaza had been taken; so no

danger was to be apprehended from the seaboard: but to subdue the

Judean mountaineers, a race whose past sufferings had hardened them in a

dogged fanaticism of courage and endurance, would be a long and

sanguinary task. It was better to make terms with them; to employ them

as friendly warders of their own mountain walls. Their very fanaticism

and isolation made them sure allies. There was no fear of their

fraternising with the Eastern invaders. If the country was left in

their hands, they would hold it against all comers. Terms were made

with them; and for several centuries they fulfilled their trust.

This I apprehend to be the explanation of that conciliatory policy of

Alexander's toward the Jews, which was pursued steadily by the

Ptolemies, by Pompey, and by the Romans, as long as these same Jews

continued to be endurable upon the face of the land. At least, we shall

find the history of Alexandria and that of Judea inextricably united for

more than three hundred years.

So arose, at the command of the great conqueror, a mighty city, around

those two harbours, of which the western one only is now in use. The

Pharos was then an island. It was connected with the mainland by a

great mole, furnished with forts and drawbridges. On the ruins of that

mole now stands the greater part of the modern city; the vast site of

the ancient one is a wilderness.

But Alexander was not destined to carry out his own magnificent project.

That was left for the general whom he most esteemed, and to whose

personal prowess he had once owed his life; a man than whom history

knows few greater, Ptolemy, the son of Lagus. He was an adventurer, the

son of an adventurer, his mother a cast-off concubine of Philip of

Macedon. There were those who said that he was in reality a son of

Philip himself. However, he rose at court, became a private friend of

young Alexander, and at last his Somatophylax, some sort of Colonel of

the Life Guards. And from thence he rose rapidly, till after his great

master's death he found himself despot of Egypt.

His face, as it appears on his coins, is of the loftiest and most Jove-

like type of Greek beauty. There is a possibility about it, as about

most old Greek faces, of boundless cunning; a lofty irony too, and a

contemptuousness, especially about the mouth, which puts one in mind of

Goethe's expression; the face, altogether, of one who knew men too well

to respect them. At least, he was a man of clear enough vision. He saw

what was needed in those strange times, and he went straight to the

thing which he saw. It was his wisdom which perceived that the huge

amorphous empire of Alexander could not be kept together, and advised

its partition among the generals, taking care to obtain himself the

lion's share; not in size, indeed, but in capability. He saw, too (what

every man does not see), that the only way to keep what he had got was

to make it better, and not worse, than he found it. His first Egyptian

act was to put to death Cleomenes, Alexander's lieutenant, who had

amassed vast treasures by extortion; and who was, moreover, (for Ptolemy

was a prudent man) a dangerous partisan of his great enemy, Perdiccas.

We do not read that he refunded the treasures: but the Egyptians

surnamed him Soter, the Saviour; and on the whole he deserved the title.

Instead of the wretched misrule and slavery of the conquering Persian

dynasty, they had at least law and order, reviving commerce, and a

system of administration, we are told (I confess to speaking here quite

at second-hand), especially adapted to the peculiar caste-society, and

the religious prejudices of Egypt. But Ptolemy's political genius went

beyond such merely material and Warburtonian care for the conservation

of body and goods of his subjects. He effected with complete success a

feat which has been attempted, before and since, by very many princes

and potentates, but has always, except in Ptolemy's case, proved

somewhat of a failure, namely, the making a new deity. Mythology in

general was in a rusty state. The old Egyptian gods had grown in his

dominions very unfashionable, under the summary iconoclasm to which they

had been subjected by the Monotheist Persians--the Puritans of the old

world, as they have been well called. Indeed, all the dolls, and the

treasure of the dolls' temples too, had been carried off by Cambyses to

Babylon. And as for the Greek gods, philosophers had sublimed them away

sadly during the last century: not to mention that Alexander's

Macedonians, during their wanderings over the world, had probably become

rather remiss in their religious exercises, and had possibly given up

mentioning the Unseen world, except for those hortatory purposes for

which it used to be employed by Nelson's veterans. But, as Ptolemy

felt, people (women especially) must have something wherein to believe.

The "Religious Sentiment" in man must be satisfied. But, how to do it?

How to find a deity who would meet the aspirations of conquerors as well

as conquered--of his most irreligious Macedonians, as well as of his

most religious Egyptians? It was a great problem: but Ptolemy solved

it. He seems to have taken the same method which Brindley the engineer

used in his perplexities, for he went to bed. And there he had a dream:

How the foreign god Serapis, of Pontus (somewhere near this present

hapless Sinope), appeared to him, and expressed his wish to come to

Alexandria, and there try his influence on the Religious Sentiment. So

Serapis was sent for, and came--at least the idol of him, and--

accommodating personage!--he actually fitted. After he had been there

awhile, he was found to be quite an old acquaintance--to be, in fact,

the Greek Jove, and two or three other Greek gods, and also two or three

Egyptian gods beside--indeed, to be no other than the bull Apis, after

his death and deification. I can tell you no more. I never could find

that anything more was known. You may see him among Greek and Roman

statues as a young man, with a sort of high basket-shaped Persian turban

on his head. But, at least, he was found so pleasant and accommodating

a conscience-keeper, that he spread, with Isis, his newly-found mother,

or wife, over the whole East, and even to Rome. The Consuls there--50

years B.C.--found the pair not too respectable, and pulled down their

temples. But, so popular were they, in spite of their bad fame, that

seven years after, the Triumvirs had to build the temples up again

elsewhere; and from that time forth, Isis and Serapis, in spite, poor

things, of much persecution, were the fashionable deities of the Roman

world. Surely this Ptolemy was a man of genius!

But Ptolemy had even more important work to do than making gods. He had

to make men; for he had few or none ready made among his old veterans

from Issus and Arbela. He had no hereditary aristocracy: and he wanted

none. No aristocracy of wealth; that might grow of itself, only too

fast for his despotic power. But as a despot, he must have a knot of

men round him who would do his work. And here came out his deep insight

into fact. It had not escaped that man, what was the secret of Greek

supremacy. How had he come there? How had his great master conquered

half the world? How had the little semi-barbarous mountain tribe up

there in Pella, risen under Philip to be the master-race of the globe?

How, indeed, had Xenophon and his Ten Thousand, how had the handfuls of

Salamis and Marathon, held out triumphantly century after century,

against the vast weight of the barbarian? The simple answer was:

Because the Greek has mind, the barbarian mere brute force. Because

mind is the lord of matter; because the Greek being the cultivated man,

is the only true man; the rest are [Greek text: barbaroi], mere things,

clods, tools for the wise Greeks' use, in spite of all their material

phantom-strength of elephants, and treasures, and tributaries by the

million. Mind was the secret of Greek power; and for that Ptolemy would

work. He would have an aristocracy of intellect; he would gather round

him the wise men of the world (glad enough most of them to leave that

miserable Greece, where every man's life was in his hand from hour to

hour), and he would develop to its highest the conception of Philip,

when he made Aristotle the tutor of his son Alexander. The consequences

of that attempt were written in letters of blood, over half the world;

Ptolemy would attempt it once more, with gentler results. For though he

fought long, and often, and well, as Despot of Egypt, no less than as

general of Alexander, he was not at heart a man of blood, and made peace

the end of all his wars.

So he begins. Aristotle is gone: but in Aristotle's place Philetas the

sweet singer of Cos, and Zenodotus the grammarian of Ephesus, shall

educate his favourite son, and he will have a literary court, and a

literary age. Demetrius Phalereus, the Admirable Crichton of his time,

the last of Attic orators, statesman, philosopher, poet, warrior, and

each of them in the most graceful, insinuating, courtly way, migrates to

Alexandria, after having had the three hundred and sixty statues, which

the Athenians had too hastily erected to his honour, as hastily pulled

down again. Here was a prize for Ptolemy! The charming man became his

bosom friend and fellow, even revised the laws of his kingdom, and fired

him, if report says true, with a mighty thought--no less a one than the

great public Library of Alexandria; the first such institution, it is

said, which the world had ever seen.

So a library is begun by Soter, and organised and completed by

Philadelphus; or rather two libraries, for while one part was kept at

the Serapeium, that vast temple on the inland rising ground, of which,

as far as we can discover, Pompey's Pillar alone remains, one column out

of four hundred, the rest was in the Brucheion adjoining the Palace and

the Museum. Philadelphus buys Aristotle's collection to add to the

stock, and Euergetes cheats the Athenians out of the original MSS. of

AEschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides, and adds largely to it by more

honest methods. Eumenes, King of Pergamus in Asia Minor, fired with

emulation, commences a similar collection, and is so successful, that

the reigning Ptolemy has to cut off his rival's supplies by prohibiting

the exportation of papyrus; and the Pergamenian books are henceforth

transcribed on parchment, parchemin, Pergamene, which thus has its name

to this day, from Pergamus. That collection, too, found its way at last

to Alexandria. For Antony having become possessor of it by right of the

stronger, gave it to Cleopatra; and it remained at Alexandria for seven

hundred years. But we must not anticipate events.

Then there must be besides a Mouseion, a Temple of the Muses, with all

due appliances, in a vast building adjoining the palace itself, under

the very wing of royalty; and it must have porticos, wherein sages may

converse; lecture-rooms, where they may display themselves at their will

to their rapt scholars, each like a turkey-cock before his brood; and a

large dining-hall, where they may enjoy themselves in moderation, as

befits sages, not without puns and repartees, epigrams, anagrams, and

Attic salt, to be fatal, alas, to poor Diodorus the dialectician. For

Stilpo, prince of sophists, having silenced him by some quibbling puzzle

of logic, Ptolemy surnamed him Chronos the Slow. Poor Diodorus went

home, took pen and ink, wrote a treatise on the awful nothing, and died

in despair, leaving five "dialectical daughters" behind him, to be

thorns in the sides of some five hapless men of Macedonia, as

"emancipated women;" a class but too common in the later days of Greece,

as they will always be, perhaps, in civilisations which are decaying and

crumbling to pieces, leaving their members to seek in bewilderment what

they are, and what bonds connect them with their fellow-beings. But to

return: funds shall be provided for the Museum from the treasury; a

priest of rank, appointed by royalty, shall be curator; botanical and

zoological gardens shall be attached; collections of wonders made. In

all things the presiding genius of Aristotle shall be worshipped; for

these, like Alexander, were his pupils. Had he not mapped out all

heaven and earth, things seen and unseen, with his entelechies, and

energies, and dunameis, and put every created and uncreated thing

henceforth into its proper place, from the ascidians and polypes of the

sea to the virtues and the vices--yea, to that Great Deity and Prime

Cause (which indeed was all things), Noesis Noeseon, "the Thought of

Thoughts," whom he discovered by irrefragable processes of logic, and in

whom the philosophers believe privately, leaving Serapis to the women

and the sailors? All they had to do was to follow in his steps; to take

each of them a branch, of science or literature, or as many branches as

one man conveniently can; and working them out on the approved methods,

end in a few years, as Alexander did, by weeping on the utmost shore of

creation that there are no more worlds left to conquer.

Alas! the Muses are shy and wild; and though they will haunt, like

skylarks, on the bleakest northern moor as cheerfully as on the sunny

hills of Greece, and rise thence singing into the heaven of heavens, yet

they are hard to tempt into a gilded cage, however amusingly made and

plentifully stored with comforts. Royal societies, associations of

savants, and the like, are good for many things, but not for the

breeding of art and genius: for they are things which cannot be bred.

Such institutions are excellent for physical science, when, as among us

now, physical science is going on the right method: but where, as in

Alexandria, it was going on an utterly wrong method, they stereotype the

errors of the age, and invest them with the prestige of authority, and

produce mere Sorbonnes, and schools of pedants. To literature, too,

they do some good, that is, in a literary age--an age of reflection

rather than of production, of antiquarian research, criticism,

imitation, when book-making has become an easy and respectable pursuit

for the many who cannot dig, and are ashamed to beg. And yet, by adding

that same prestige of authority, not to mention of good society and

Court favour, to the popular mania for literature, they help on the

growing evil, and increase the multitude of prophets who prophesy out of

their own heart and have seen nothing.

And this was, it must be said, the outcome of all the Ptolemaean

appliances.

In Physics they did little. In Art nothing. In Metaphysics less than

nothing.

We will first examine, as the more pleasant spectacle of the two, that

branch of thought in which some progress was really made, and in which

the Ptolemaic schools helped forward the development of men who have

become world-famous, and will remain so, I suppose, until the end of

time.

Four names at once attract us: Euclid, Aristarchus, Eratosthenes,

Hipparchus. Archimedes, also, should be included in the list, for he

was a pupil of the Alexandrian school, having studied (if Proclus is to

be trusted) in Egypt, under Conon the Samian, during the reigns of two

Ptolemies, Philadelphus and Euergetes.

Of Euclid, as the founder (according to Proclus) of the Alexandrian

Mathematical school, I must of course speak first. Those who wish to

attain to a juster conception of the man and his work than they can do

from any other source, will do well to read Professor De Morgan's

admirable article on him in "Smith's Classical Dictionary;" which

includes, also, a valuable little sketch of the rise of Geometric

science, from Pythagoras and Plato, of whose school Euclid was, to the

great master himself.

I shall confine myself to one observation on Euclid's genius, and on the

immense influence which it exerted on after generations. It seems to

me, speaking under correction, that it exerted this, because it was so

complete a type of the general tendency of the Greek mind, deductive,

rather than inductive; of unrivalled subtlety in obtaining results from

principles, and results again from them ad infinitum: deficient in that

sturdy moral patience which is required for the examination of facts,

and which has made Britain at once a land of practical craftsmen, and of

earnest scientific discoverers.

Volatile, restless, "always children longing for something new," as the

Egyptian priest said of them, they were too ready to believe that they

had attained laws, and then, tired with their toy, throw away those

hastily assumed laws, and wander off in search of others. Gifted,

beyond all the sons of men, with the most exquisite perception of form,

both physical and metaphysical, they could become geometers and

logicians as they became sculptors and artists; beyond that they could

hardly rise. The were conscious of their power to build; and it made

them ashamed to dig.

Four men only among them seem, as far as I can judge, to have had a

great inductive power: Socrates and Plato in Metaphysics; Archimedes

and Hipparchus in Physics. But these men ran so far counter to the

national genius, that their examples were not followed. As you will

hear presently, the discoveries of Archimedes and Hipparchus were

allowed to remain where they were for centuries. The Dialectic of Plato

and Socrates was degraded into a mere art for making anything appear

alternately true and false, and among the Megaric school, for

undermining the ground of all science, and paving the way for

scepticism, by denying the natural world to be the object of certain

knowledge. The only element of Plato's thought to which they clung was,

as we shall find from the Neoplatonists, his physical speculations; in

which, deserting his inductive method, he has fallen below himself into

the popular cacoethes, and Pythagorean deductive dreams about the

mysterious powers of numbers, and of the regular solids.

Such a people, when they took to studying physical science, would be,

and in fact were, incapable of Chemistry, Geognosy, Comparative Anatomy,

or any of that noble choir of sister sciences, which are now building up

the material as well as the intellectual glory of Britain.

To Astronomy, on the other hand, the pupils of Euclid turned naturally,

as to the science which required the greatest amount of their favourite

geometry: but even that they were content to let pass from its

inductive to its deductive stage--not as we have done now, after two

centuries of inductive search for the true laws, and their final

discovery by Kepler and Newton: but as soon as Hipparchus had

propounded any theory which would do instead of the true laws, content

there to stop their experiments, and return to their favourite work of

commenting, deducing, spinning notion out of notion, ad infinitum.

Still, they were not all of this temper. Had they been, they would have

discovered, not merely a little, but absolutely nothing. For after all,

if we will consider, induction being the right path to knowledge, every

man, whether he knows it or not, uses induction, more or less, by the

mere fact of his having a human reason, and knowing anything at all; as

M. Jourdain talked prose all his life without being aware of it.

Aristarchus is principally famous for his attempt to discover the

distance of the sun as compared with that of the moon. His method was

ingenious enough, but too rough for success, as it depended principally

on the belief that the line bounding the bright part of the moon was an

exact straight line. The result was of course erroneous. He concluded

that the sun was 18 times as far as the moon, and not, as we now know,

400; but his conclusion, like his conception of the vast extent of the

sphere of the fixed stars, was far enough in advance of the popular

doctrine to subject him, according to Plutarch, to a charge of impiety.

Eratosthenes, again, contributed his mite to the treasure of human

science--his one mite; and yet by that he is better known than by all

the volumes which he seems to have poured out, on Ethics, Chronology,

Criticism on the Old Attic Comedy, and what not, spun out of his weary

brain during a long life of research and meditation. They have all

perished,--like ninety-nine hundredths of the labours of that great

literary age; and perhaps the world is no poorer for the loss. But one

thing, which he attempted on a sound and practical philosophic method,

stands, and will stand for ever. And after all, is not that enough to

have lived for? to have found out one true thing, and, therefore, one

imperishable thing, in one's life? If each one of us could but say when

he died: "This one thing I have found out; this one thing I have proved

to be possible; this one eternal fact I have rescued from Hela, the

realm of the formless and unknown," how rich one such generation might

make the world for ever!

But such is not the appointed method. The finders are few and far

between, because the true seekers are few and far between; and a whole

generation has often nothing to show for its existence but one solitary

gem which some one man--often unnoticed in his time--has picked up for

them, and so given them "a local habitation and a name."

Eratosthenes had heard that in Syene, in Upper Egypt, deep wells were

enlightened to the bottom on the day of the summer solstice, and that

vertical objects cast no shadows.

He had before suggested, as is supposed, to Ptolemy Euergetes, to make

him the two great copper armillae, or circles for determining the

equinox, which stood for centuries in "that which is called the Square

Porch"--probably somewhere in the Museum. By these he had calculated

the obliquity of the ecliptic, closely enough to serve for a thousand

years after. That was one work done. But what had the Syene shadows to

do with that? Syene must be under that ecliptic. On the edge of it.

In short, just under the tropic. Now he had ascertained exactly the

latitude of one place on the earth's surface. He had his known point

from whence to start on a world-journey, and he would use it; he would

calculate the circumference of the earth--and he did it. By

observations made at Alexandria, he ascertained its latitude compared

with that of Syene; and so ascertained what proportion to the whole

circumference was borne by the 5000 stadia between Alexandria and Syene.

He fell into an error, by supposing Alexandria and Syene to be under the

same meridians of longitude: but that did not prevent his arriving at a

fair rough result of 252,000 stadia--31,500 Roman miles; considerably

too much; but still, before him, I suppose, none knew whether it was

10,000, or 10,000,000. The right method having once been found, nothing

remained but to employ it more accurately.

One other great merit of Eratosthenes is, that he first raised Geography

to the rank of a science. His Geographica were an organic collection,

the first the world had ever seen, of all the travels and books of

earth-description heaped together in the Great Library, of which he was

for many years the keeper. He began with a geognostic book, touched on

the traces of Cataclysms and Change visible on the earth's surface;

followed by two books, one a mathematical book, the other on political

geography, and completed by a map--which one would like to see: but--

not a trace of all remains, save a few quoted fragments -

We are such stuff

As dreams are made of.

But if Eratosthenes had hold of eternal fact and law on one point, there

was a contemporary who had hold of it in more than one. I mean

Archimedes; of whom, as I have said, we must speak as of an Alexandrian.

It was as a mechanician, rather than as an astronomer, that he gained

his reputation. The stories of his Hydraulic Screw, the Great Ship

which he built for Hiero, and launched by means of machinery, his crane,

his war-engines, above all his somewhat mythical arrangement of mirrors,

by which he set fire to ships in the harbour--all these, like the story

of his detecting the alloy in Hiero's crown, while he himself was in the

bath, and running home undressed shouting [Greek text: eureeka]--all

these are schoolboys' tales. To the thoughtful person it is the method

of the man which constitutes his real greatness, that power of insight

by which he solved the two great problems of the nature of the lever and

of hydrostatic pressure, which form the basis of all static and

hydrostatic science to this day. And yet on that very question of the

lever the great mind of Aristotle babbles--neither sees the thing

itself, nor the way towards seeing it. But since Archimedes spoke, the

thing seems self-evident to every schoolboy. There is something to me

very solemn in such a fact as this. It brings us down to some of the

very deepest questions of metaphysic. This mental insight of which we

boast so much, what is it? Is it altogether a process of our own brain

and will? If it be, why have so few the power, even among men of power,

and they so seldom? If brain alone were what was wanted, what could not

Aristotle have discovered? Or is it that no man can see a thing unless

God shows it him? Is it that in each separate act of induction, that

mysterious and transcendental process which cannot, let logicians try as

they will, be expressed by any merely logical formula, Aristotelian or

other--is it I say, that in each separate act of induction we do not

find the law, but the law is shown to us, by Him who made the law?

Bacon thought so. Of that you may find clear proof in his writings.

May not Bacon be right? May it not be true that God does in science, as

well as in ethics, hide things from the wise and prudent, from the

proud, complete, self-contained systematiser like Aristotle, who must

needs explain all things in heaven and earth by his own formulae, and

his entelechies and energies, and the rest of the notions which he has

made for himself out of his own brain, and then pack each thing away in

its proper niche in his great cloud-universe of conceptions? Is it that

God hides things from such men many a time, and reveals them to babes,

to gentle, affectionate, simple-hearted men, such as we know Archimedes

to have been, who do not try to give an explanation for a fact, but feel

how awful and divine it is, and wrestle reverently and stedfastly with

it, as Jacob with the Angel, and will not let it go, until it bless

them? Sure I am, from what I have seen of scientific men, that there is

an intimate connection between the health of the moral faculties and the

health of the inductive ones; and that the proud, self-conceited, and

passionate man will see nothing: perhaps because nothing will be shown

him.

But we must leave Archimedes for a man not perhaps so well known, but to

whom we owe as much as to the great Syracusan--Hipparchus the

astronomer. To his case much which I have just said applies. In him

astronomic science seemed to awaken suddenly to a true inductive method,

and after him to fall into its old slumber for 300 years. In the

meantime Timocharis, Aristyllus, and Conon had each added their mites to

the discoveries of Eratosthenes: but to Hipparchus we owe that theory

of the heavens, commonly called the Ptolemaic system, which, starting

from the assumption that the earth was the centre of the universe,

attempted to explain the motions of the heavenly bodies by a complex

system of supposed eccentrics and epicycles. This has of course now

vanished before modern discoveries. But its value as a scientific

attempt lies in this: that the method being a correct one, correct

results were obtained, though starting from a false assumption; and

Hipparchus and his successors were enabled by it to calculate and

predict the changes of the heavens, in spite of their clumsy

instruments, with almost as much accuracy as we do now.

For the purpose of working out this theory he required a science of

trigonometry, plane and spherical: and this he accordingly seems to

have invented. To him also we owe the discovery of that vast gradual

change in the position of the fixed stars, in fact, of the whole

celestial system, now known by the name of the precession of the

equinoxes; the first great catalogue of fixed stars, to the number of

1080; attempts to ascertain whether the length of years and days were

constant; with which, with his characteristic love of truth, he seems to

have been hardly satisfied. He too invented the planisphere, or mode of

representing the starry heavens upon a plane, and is the father of true

geography, having formed the happy notion of mapping out the earth, as

well as the heavens, by degrees of latitude and longitude.

Strange it is, and somewhat sad, that we should know nothing of this

great man, should be hardly able to distinguish him from others of the

same name, but through the works of a commentator, who wrote and

observed in Alexandria 300 years after, during the age of the Antonines.

I mean, of course, the famous Ptolemy, whose name so long bore the

honour of that system which really belonged to Hipparchus.

This single fact speaks volumes for the real weakness of the great

artificial school of literature and science founded by the kings of

Egypt. From the father of Astronomy, as Delambre calls him, to Ptolemy,

the first man who seems really to have appreciated him, we have not a

discovery, hardly an observation or a name, to fill the gap. Physical

sages there were; but they were geometers and mathematicians, rather

than astronomic observers and inquirers. And in spite of all the huge

appliances and advantages of that great Museum, its inhabitants were

content, in physical science, as in all other branches of thought, to

comment, to expound, to do everything but open their eyes and observe

facts, and learn from them, as the predecessors whom they pretended to

honour had done. But so it is always. A genius, an original man

appears. He puts himself boldly in contact with facts, asks them what

they mean, and writes down their answer for the world's use. And then

his disciples must needs form a school, and a system; and fancy that

they do honour to their master by refusing to follow in his steps; by

making his book a fixed dogmatic canon; attaching to it some magical

infallibility; declaring the very lie which he disproved by his whole

existence, that discovery is henceforth impossible, and the sum of

knowledge complete: instead of going on to discover as he discovered

before them, and in following his method, show that they honour him, not

in the letter, but in spirit and in truth.

For this, if you will consider, is the true meaning of that great

command, "Honour thy father and mother, that thy days may be long in the

land." On reverence for the authority of bygone generations depends the

permanence of every form of thought or belief, as much as of all social,

national, and family life: but on reverence of the spirit, not merely

of the letter; of the methods of our ancestors, not merely of their

conclusions. Ay, and we shall not be able to preserve their

conclusions, not even to understand them; they will die away on our lips

into skeleton notions, and soulless phrases, unless we see that the

greatness of the mighty dead has always consisted in this, that they

were seekers, improvers, inventors, endued with that divine power and

right of discovery which has been bestowed on us, even as on them;

unless we become such men as they were, and go on to cultivate and

develop the precious heritage which they have bequeathed to us, instead

of hiding their talent in a napkin and burying it in the earth; making

their greatness an excuse for our own littleness, their industry for our

laziness, their faith for our despair; and prating about the old paths,

while we forget that paths were made that men might walk in them, and

not stand still, and try in vain to stop the way.

It may be said, certainly, as an excuse for these Alexandrian Greeks,

that they were a people in a state of old age and decay; and that they

only exhibited the common and natural faults of old age. For as with

individuals, so with races, nations, societies, schools of thought--

youth is the time of free fancy and poetry; manhood of calm and strong

induction; old age of deduction, when men settle down upon their lees,

and content themselves with reaffirming and verifying the conclusions of

their earlier years, and too often, alas! with denying and

anathematising all conclusions which have been arrived at since their

own meridian. It is sad: but it is patent and common. It is sad to

think that the day may come to each of us, when we shall have ceased to

hope for discovery and for progress; when a thing will seem e priori

false to us, simply because it is new; and we shall be saying

querulously to the Divine Light which lightens every man who comes into

the world: "Hitherto shalt thou come, and no further. Thou hast taught

men enough; yea rather, thou hast exhausted thine own infinitude, and

hast no more to teach them." Surely such a temper is to be fought

against, prayed against, both in ourselves, and in the generation in

which we live. Surely there is no reason why such a temper should

overtake old age. There may be reason enough, "in the nature of

things." For that which is of nature is born only to decay and die.

But in man there is more than dying nature; there is spirit, and a

capability of spiritual and everlasting life, which renews its youth

like the eagle's, and goes on from strength to strength, and which, if

it have its autumns and its winters, has no less its ever-recurring

springs and summers; if it has its Sabbaths, finds in them only rest and

refreshment for coming labour. And why not in nations, societies,

scientific schools? These too are not merely natural: they are

spiritual, and are only living and healthy in as far as they are in

harmony with spiritual, unseen, and everlasting laws of God. May not

they, too, have a capability of everlasting life, as long as they obey

those laws in faith, and patience, and humility? We cannot deny the

analogy between the individual man and these societies of men. We

cannot, at least, deny the analogy between them in growth, decay, and

death. May we not have hope that it holds good also for that which can

never die; and that if they do die, as this old Greek society did, it is

by no brute natural necessity, but by their own unfaithfulness to that

which they knew, to that which they ought to have known? It is always

more hopeful, always, as I think, more philosophic, to throw the blame

of failure on man, on our own selves, rather than on God, and the

perfect law of His universe. At least let us be sure for ourselves,

that such an old age as befell this Greek society, as befalls many a man

nowadays, need not be our lot. Let us be sure that earth shows no

fairer sight than the old man, whose worn-out brain and nerves make it

painful, and perhaps impossible, to produce fresh thought himself: but

who can yet welcome smilingly and joyfully the fresh thoughts of others;

who keeps unwearied his faith in God's government of the universe, in

God's continual education of the human race; who draws around him the

young and the sanguine, not merely to check their rashness by his wise

cautions, but to inspirit their sloth by the memories of his own past

victories; who hands over, without envy or repining, the lamp of truth

to younger runners than himself, and sits contented by, bidding the new

generation God speed along the paths untrodden by him, but seen afar off

by faith. A few such old persons have I seen, both men and women; in

whom the young heart beat pure and fresh, beneath the cautious and

practised brain of age, and gray hairs which were indeed a crown of

glory. A few such have I seen; and from them I seemed to learn what was

the likeness of our Father who is in heaven. To such an old age may He

bring you and me, and all for whom we are bound to pray.

LECTURE II--THE PTOLEMAIC ERA (Continued.)

I said in my first Lecture, that even if royal influence be profitable

for the prosecution of physical science, it cannot be profitable for

art. It can only produce a literary age, as it did in the Ptolemaic

era; a generation of innumerable court-poets, artificial epigrammatists,

artificial idyllists, artificial dramatists and epicists; above all, a

generation of critics. Or rather shall we say, that the dynasty was not

the cause of a literary age, but only its correlative? That when the

old Greeks lost the power of being free, of being anything but the

slaves of oriental despots, as the Ptolemies in reality were, they lost

also the power of producing true works of art; because they had lost

that youthful vigour of mind from which both art and freedom sprang?

Let the case be as it will, Alexandrian literature need not detain us

long--though, alas! it has detained every boy who ever trembled over his

Greek grammar, for many a weary year; and, I cannot help suspecting, has

been the main cause that so many young men who have spent seven years in

learning Greek, know nothing about it at the end of the seven. For I

must say, that as far as we can see, these Alexandrian pedants were

thorough pedants; very polished and learned gentlemen, no doubt, and,

like Callimachus, the pets of princes: but after all, men who thought

that they could make up for not writing great works themselves, by

showing, with careful analysis and commentation, how men used to write

them of old, or rather how they fancied men used to write them; for,

consider, if they had really known how the thing was done, they must

needs have been able to do it themselves. Thus Callimachus, the

favourite of Ptolemy Philadelphus, and librarian of his Museum, is the

most distinguished grammarian, critic, and poet of his day, and has for

pupils Eratosthenes, Apollonius Rhodius, Aristophanes of Byzantium, and

a goodly list more. He is an encyclopaedia in himself. There is

nothing the man does not know, or probably, if we spoke more correctly,

nothing he does not know about. He writes on history, on the Museum, on

barbarous names, on the wonders of the world, on public games, on

colonisation, on winds, on birds, on the rivers of the world, and--

ominous subject--a sort of comprehensive history of Greek literature,

with a careful classification of all authors, each under his own

heading. Greek literature was rather in the sere and yellow leaf, be

sure, when men thought of writing that sort of thing about it. But

still, he is an encyclopaedic man, and, moreover, a poet. He writes an

epic, "Aitia," in four books, on the causes of the myths, religious

ceremonies, and so forth--an ominous sign for the myths also, and the

belief in them; also a Hecate, Galataea, Glaucus--four epics, besides

comedies, tragedies, iambics, choriambics, elegies, hymns, epigrams

seventy-three--and of these last alone can we say that they are in any

degree readable; and they are courtly, far-fetched, neat, and that is

all. Six hymns remain, and a few fragments of the elegies: but the

most famous elegy, on Berenice's hair, is preserved to us only in a

Latin paraphrase of Catullus. It is curious, as the earliest instance

we have of genuinely ungenuine Court poetry, and of the complimentary

lie which does not even pretend to be true; the flattery which will not

take the trouble to prevent your seeing that it is laughing in your

face.

Berenice the queen, on Ptolemy's departure to the wars, vows her

beautiful tresses to her favourite goddess, as the price of her

husband's safe return; and duly pays her vow. The hair is hung up in

the temple: in a day or two after it has vanished. Dire is the wrath

of Ptolemy, the consternation of the priests, the scandal to religion;

when Conon, the court-astronomer, luckily searching the heavens, finds

the missing tresses in an utterly unexpected place--as a new

constellation of stars, which to this day bears the title of Coma

Berenices. It is so convenient to believe the fact, that everybody

believes it accordingly; and Callimachus writes an elegy thereon, in

which the constellified, or indeed deified tresses, address in most

melodious and highly-finished Greek, bedizened with concetto on

concetto, that fair and sacred head whereon they grew, to be shorn from

which is so dire a sorrow, that apotheosis itself can hardly reconcile

them to the parting.

Worthy, was not all this, of the descendants of the men who fought at

Marathon and Thermopylae? The old Greek civilisation was rotting

swiftly down; while a fire of God was preparing, slowly and dimly, in

that unnoticed Italian town of Rome, which was destined to burn up that

dead world, and all its works.

Callimachus's hymns, those may read who list. They are highly finished

enough; the work of a man who knew thoroughly what sort of article he

intended to make, and what were the most approved methods of making it.

Curious and cumbrous mythological lore comes out in every other line.

The smartness, the fine epithets, the recondite conceits, the bits of

effect, are beyond all praise; but as for one spark of life, of poetry,

of real belief, you will find none; not even in that famous Lavacrum

Palladis which Angelo Poliziano thought worth translating into Latin

elegiacs, about the same time that the learned Florentine, Antonio Maria

Salviano, found Berenice's Hair worthy to be paraphrased back from

Catullus' Latin into Greek, to give the world some faint notion of the

inestimable and incomparable original. They must have had much time on

their hands. But at the Revival of Letters, as was to be expected, all

works of the ancients, good and bad, were devoured alike with youthful

eagerness by the Medicis and the Popes; and it was not, we shall see,

for more than one century after, that men's taste got sufficiently

matured to distinguish between Callimachus and the Homeric hymns, or

between Plato and Proclus. Yet Callimachus and his fellows had an

effect on the world. His writings, as well as those of Philetas, were

the model on which Ovid, Propertius, Tibullus, formed themselves.

And so I leave him, with two hints. If any one wishes to see the

justice of my censure, let him read one of the Alexandrian hymns, and

immediately after it, one of those glorious old Homeric hymns to the

very same deities; let him contrast the insincere and fulsome idolatry

of Callimachus with the reverent, simple and manful anthropomorphism of

the Homerist--and let him form his own judgment.

The other hint is this. If Callimachus, the founder of Alexandrian

literature, be such as he is, what are his pupils likely to become, at

least without some infusion of healthier blood, such as in the case of

his Roman imitators produced a new and not altogether ignoble school?

Of Lycophron, the fellow-grammarian and poet of Callimachus, we have

nothing left but the Cassandra, a long iambic poem, stuffed with

traditionary learning, and so obscure, that it obtained for him the

surname of [Greek text: skoteinos] the dark one. I have tried in vain

to read it: you, if you will, may do the same.

Philetas, the remaining member of the Alexandrian Triad, seems to have

been a more simple, genial, and graceful spirit than the other two, to

whom he was accordingly esteemed inferior. Only a few fragments are

left; but he was not altogether without his influence, for he was, as I

have just said, one of the models on which Propertius and Ovid formed

themselves; and some, indeed, call him the Father of the Latin elegy,

with its terseness, grace, and clear epigrammatic form of thought, and,

therefore, in a great degree, of our modern eighteenth century poets;

not a useless excellence, seeing that it is, on the whole, good for him

who writes to see clearly what he wants to say, and to be able to make

his readers see it clearly also. And yet one natural strain is heard

amid all this artificial jingle--that of Theocritus. It is not

altogether Alexandrian. Its sweetest notes were learnt amid the

chestnut groves and orchards, the volcanic glens and sunny pastures of

Sicily; but the intercourse, between the courts of Hiero and the

Ptolemies seems to have been continual. Poets and philosophers moved

freely from one to the other, and found a like atmosphere in both; and

in one of Theocritus' idyls, two Sicilian gentlemen, crossed in love,

agree to sail for Alexandria, and volunteer into the army of the great

and good king Ptolemy, of whom a sketch is given worth reading; as a man

noble, generous, and stately, "knowing well who loves him, and still

better who loves him not." He has another encomium on Ptolemy, more

laboured, though not less interesting: but the real value of Theocritus

lies in his power of landscape-painting.

One can well conceive the delight which his idyls must have given to

those dusty Alexandrians, pent up forever between sea and sand-hills,

drinking the tank-water, and never hearing the sound of a running

stream--whirling, too, forever, in all the bustle and intrigue of a

great commercial and literary city. Refreshing indeed it must have been

to them to hear of those simple joys and simple sorrows of the Sicilian

shepherd, in a land where toil was but exercise, and mere existence was

enjoyment. To them, and to us also. I believe Theocritus is one of the

poets who will never die. He sees men and things, in his own light way,

truly; and he describes them simply, honestly, with little careless

touches of pathos and humour, while he floods his whole scene with that

gorgeous Sicilian air, like one of Titian's pictures; with still

sunshine, whispering pines, the lizard sleeping on the wall, and the

sunburnt cicala shrieking on the spray, the pears and apples dropping

from the orchard bough, the goats clambering from crag to crag after the

cistus and the thyme, the brown youths and wanton lasses singing under

the dark chestnut boughs, or by the leafy arch of some

Grot nymph-haunted,

Garlanded over with vine, and acanthus, and clambering roses,

Cool in the fierce still noon, where the streams glance clear in the

moss-beds;

and here and there, beyond the braes and meads, blue glimpses of the

far-off summer sea; and all this told in a language and a metre which

shapes itself almost unconsciously, wave after wave, into the most

luscious song. Doubt not that many a soul then, was the simpler, and

purer, and better, for reading the sweet singer of Syracuse. He has his

immoralities; but they are the immoralities of his age: his

naturalness, his sunny calm and cheerfulness, are all his own.

And now, to leave the poets, and speak of those grammarians to whose

corrections we owe, I suppose, the texts of the Greek poets as they now

stand. They seem to have set to work at their task methodically enough,

under the direction of their most literary monarch, Ptolemy

Philadelphus. Alexander the AEtolian collected and revised the

tragedies, Lycophron the comedies, Zenodotus the poems of Homer, and the

other poets of the Epic cycle, now lost to us. Whether Homer prospered

under all his expungings, alterations, and transpositions--whether, in

fact, he did not treat Homer very much as Bentley wanted to treat

Milton, is a suspicion which one has a right to entertain, though it is

long past the possibility of proof. Let that be as it may, the critical

business grew and prospered. Aristophanes of Byzantium wrote glossaries

and grammars, collected editions of Plato and Aristotle, aesthetic

disquisitions on Homer--one wishes they were preserved, for the sake of

the jest, that one might have seen an Alexandrian cockney's views of

Achilles and Ulysses! Moreover, in a hapless moment, at least for us

moderns, he invented Greek accents; thereby, I fear, so complicating and

confusing our notions of Greek rhythm, that we shall never, to the end

of time, be able to guess what any Greek verse, saving the old Homeric

Hexameter, sounded like. After a while, too, the pedants, according to

their wont, began quarrelling about their accents and their recessions.

Moreover, there was a rival school at Pergamus where the fame of Crates

all but equalled the Egyptian fame of Aristarchus. Insolent! What

right had an Asiatic to know anything? So Aristarchus flew furiously on

Crates, being a man of plain common sense, who felt a correct reading a

far more important thing than any of Crates's illustrations, aesthetic,

historical, or mythological; a preference not yet quite extinct, in one,

at least, of our Universities. "Sir," said a clever Cambridge Tutor to

a philosophically inclined freshman, "remember, that our business is to

translate Plato correctly, not to discover his meaning." And,

paradoxical as it may seem, he was right. Let us first have accuracy,

the merest mechanical accuracy, in every branch of knowledge. Let us

know what the thing is which we are looking at. Let us know the exact

words an author uses. Let us get at the exact value of each word by

that severe induction of which Buttmann and the great Germans have set

such noble examples; and then, and not till then, we may begin to talk

about philosophy, and aesthetics, and the rest. Very Probably

Aristarchus was right in his dislike of Crates's preference of what he

called criticism, to grammar. Very probably he connected it with the

other object of his especial hatred, that fashion of interpreting Homer

allegorically, which was springing up in his time, and which afterwards

under the Neoplatonists rose to a frantic height, and helped to destroy

in them, not only their power of sound judgment, and of asking each

thing patiently what it was, but also any real reverence for, or

understanding of, the very authors over whom they declaimed and

sentimentalised.

Yes--the Cambridge Tutor was right. Before you can tell what a man

means, you must have patience to find out what he says. So far from

wishing our grammatical and philological education to be less severe

than it is, I think it is not severe enough. In an age like this--an

age of lectures, and of popular literature, and of self-culture, too

often random and capricious, however earnest, we cannot be too careful

in asking ourselves, in compelling others to ask themselves, the meaning

of every word which they use, of every word which they read; in assuring

them, whether they will believe us or not, that the moral, as well as

the intellectual culture, acquired by translating accurately one

dialogue of Plato, by making out thoroughly the sense of one chapter of

a standard author, is greater than they will get from skimming whole

folios of Schlegelian aesthetics, resumes, histories of philosophy, and

the like second-hand information, or attending seven lectures a-week

till their lives' end. It is better to know one thing, than to know

about ten thousand things. I cannot help feeling painfully, after

reading those most interesting Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli, that

the especial danger of this time is intellectual sciolism, vagueness,

sentimental eclecticism--and feeling, too, as Socrates of old believed,

that intellectual vagueness and shallowness, however glib, and grand,

and eloquent it may seem, is inevitably the parent of a moral vagueness

and shallowness, which may leave our age as it left the later Greeks,

without an absolute standard of right or of truth, till it tries to

escape from its own scepticism, as the later Neoplatonists did, by

plunging desperately into any fetish-worshipping superstition which

holds out to its wearied and yet impatient intellect, the bait of

decisions already made for it, of objects of admiration already formed

and systematised.

Therefore let us honour the grammarian in his place; and, among others,

these old grammarians of Alexandria; only being sure that as soon as any

man begins, as they did, displaying himself peacock-fashion, boasting of

his science as the great pursuit of humanity, and insulting his fellow-

craftsmen, he becomes, ipso facto, unable to discover any more truth for

us, having put on a habit of mind to which induction is impossible; and

is thenceforth to be passed by with a kindly but a pitying smile. And

so, indeed, it happened with these quarrelsome Alexandrian grammarians,

as it did with the Casaubons and Scaligers and Daciers of the last two

centuries. As soon as they began quarrelling they lost the power of

discovering. The want of the inductive faculty in their attempts at

philology is utterly ludicrous. Most of their derivations of words are

about on a par with Jacob Bohmen's etymology of sulphur, wherein he

makes sul, if I recollect right, signify some active principle of

combustion, and phur the passive one. It was left for more patient and

less noisy men, like Grimm, Bopp, and Buttmann, to found a science of

philology, to discover for us those great laws which connect modern

philology with history, ethnology, physiology, and with the very deepest

questions of theology itself. And in the meanwhile, these Alexandrians'

worthless criticism has been utterly swept away; while their real work,

their accurate editions of the classics, remain to us as a precious

heritage. So it is throughout history: nothing dies which is worthy to

live. The wheat is surely gathered into the garner, the chaff is burnt

up by that eternal fire which, happily for this universe, cannot be

quenched by any art of man, but goes on forever, devouring without

indulgence all the folly and the falsehood of the world.

As yet you have heard nothing of the metaphysical schools of Alexandria;

for as yet none have existed, in the modern acceptation of that word.

Indeed, I am not sure that I must not tell you frankly, that none ever

existed at all in Alexandria, in that same modern acceptation. Ritter,

I think, it is who complains naively enough, that the Alexandrian

Neoplatonists had a bad habit, which grew on them more and more as the

years rolled on, of mixing up philosophy with theology, and so defiling,

or at all events colouring, its pure transparency. There is no denying

the imputation, as I shall show at greater length in my next Lecture.

But one would have thought, looking back through history, that the

Alexandrians were not the only philosophers guilty of this shameful act

of syncretism. Plato, one would have thought, was as great a sinner as

they. So were the Hindoos. In spite of all their logical and

metaphysical acuteness, they were, you will find, unable to get rid of

the notion that theological inquiries concerning Brahma, Atma, Creeshna,

were indissolubly mixed up with that same logic and metaphysic. The

Parsees could not separate questions about Ahriman and Ormuzd from

Kant's three great philosophic problems: What is Man?--What may be

known?--What should be done? Neither, indeed, could the earlier Greek

sages. Not one of them, of any school whatsoever--from the semi-mythic

Seven Sages to Plato and Aristotle--but finds it necessary to consider

not in passing, but as the great object of research, questions

concerning the gods:- whether they are real or not; one or many;

personal or impersonal; cosmic, and parts of the universe, or organisers

and rulers of it; in relation to man, or without relation to him. Even

in those who flatly deny the existence of the gods, even in Lucretius

himself, these questions have to be considered, before the question,

What is man? can get any solution at all. On the answer given to them

is found to depend intimately the answer to the question, What is the

immaterial part of man? Is it a part of nature, or of something above

nature? Has he an immaterial part at all?--in one word, Is a human

metaphysic possible at all? So it was with the Greek philosophers of

old, even, as Asclepius and Ammonius say, with Aristotle himself. "The

object of Aristotle's metaphysic," one of them says, "is theological.

Herein Aristotle theologises." And there is no denying the assertion.

We must not then be hard on the Neoplatonists, as if they were the first

to mix things separate from the foundation of the world. I do not say

that theology and metaphysic are separate studies. That is to be

ascertained only by seeing some one separate them. And when I see them

separated, I shall believe them separable. Only the separation must not

be produced by the simple expedient of denying the existence of either

one of them, or at least of ignoring the existence of one steadily

during the study of the other. If they can be parted without injury to

each other, let them be parted; and till then let us suspend hard

judgments on the Alexandrian school of metaphysic, and also on the

schools of that curious people the Jews, who had at this period a

steadily increasing influence on the thought, as well as on the

commercial prosperity, of Alexandria.

You must not suppose, in the meanwhile, that the philosophers whom the

Ptolemies collected (as they would have any other marketable article) by

liberal offers of pay and patronage, were such men as the old Seven

Sages of Greece, or as Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle. In these three

last indeed, Greek thought reached not merely its greatest height, but

the edge of a precipice, down which it rolled headlong after their

decease. The intellectual defects of the Greek mind, of which I have

already spoken, were doubtless one great cause of this decay: but, to

my mind, moral causes had still more to do with it. The more cultivated

Greek states, to judge from the writings of Plato, had not been an over-

righteous people during the generation in which he lived. And in the

generations which followed, they became an altogether wicked people;

immoral, unbelieving, hating good, and delighting in all which was evil.

And it was in consequence of these very sins of theirs, as I think, that

the old Hellenic race began to die out physically, and population

throughout Greece to decrease with frightful rapidity, after the time of

the Achaean league. The facts are well known; and foul enough they are.

When the Romans destroyed Greece, God was just and merciful. The eagles

were gathered together only because the carrion needed to be removed

from the face of God's earth. And at the time of which I now speak, the

signs of approaching death were fearfully apparent. Hapless and

hopeless enough were the clique of men out of whom the first two

Ptolemies hoped to form a school of philosophy; men certainly clever

enough, and amusing withal, who might give the kings of Egypt many a

shrewd lesson in king-craft, and the ways of this world, and the art of

profiting by the folly of fools, and the selfishness of the selfish; or

who might amuse them, in default of fighting-cocks, by puns and

repartees, and battles of logic; "how one thing cannot be predicated of

another," or "how the wise man is not only to overcome every misfortune,

but not even to feel it," and other such mighty questions, which in

those days hid that deep unbelief in any truth whatsoever which was

spreading fast over the minds of men. Such word-splitters were Stilpo

and Diodorus, the slayer and the slain. They were of the Megaran

school, and were named Dialectics; and also, with more truth, Eristics,

or quarrellers. Their clique had professed to follow Zeno and Socrates

in declaring the instability of sensible presumptions and conclusions,

in preaching an absolute and eternal Being. But there was this deep

gulf between them and Socrates; that while Socrates professed to be

seeking for the Absolute and Eternal, for that which is, they were

content with affirming that it exists. With him, as with the older

sages, philosophy was a search for truth. With them it was a scheme of

doctrines to be defended. And the dialectic on which they prided

themselves so much, differed from his accordingly. He used it

inductively, to seek out, under the notions and conceptions of the mind,

certain absolute truths and laws of which they were only the embodiment.

Words and thought were to him a field for careful and reverent

induction, as the phenomena of nature are to us the disciples of Bacon.

But with these hapless Megarans, who thought that they had found that

for which Socrates professed only to seek dimly and afar off, and had

got it safe in a dogma, preserved as it were in spirits, and put by in a

museum, the great use of dialectic was to confute opponents. Delight in

their own subtlety grew on them, the worship not of objective truth, but

of the forms of the intellect whereby it may be demonstrated; till they

became the veriest word-splitters, rivals of the old sophists whom their

master had attacked, and justified too often Aristophanes' calumny,

which confounded Socrates with his opponents, as a man whose aim was to

make the worse appear the better reason.

We have here, in both parties, all the marks of an age of exhaustion, of

scepticism, of despair about finding any real truth. No wonder that

they were superseded by the Pyrrhonists, who doubted all things, and by

the Academy, which prided itself on setting up each thing to knock it

down again; and so by prudent and well-bred and tolerant qualifying of

every assertion, neither affirming too much, nor denying too much, keep

their minds in a wholesome--or unwholesome--state of equilibrium, as

stagnant pools are kept, that everything may have free toleration to rot

undisturbed.

These hapless caricaturists of the dialectic of Plato, and the logic of

Aristotle, careless of any vital principles or real results, ready

enough to use fallacies each for their own party, and openly proud of

their success in doing so, were assisted by worthy compeers of an

outwardly opposite tone of thought, the Cyrenaics, Theodorus and

Hegesias. With their clique, as with their master Aristippus, the

senses were the only avenues to knowledge; man was the measure of all

things; and "happiness our being's end and aim." Theodorus was surnamed

the Atheist; and, it seems, not without good reason; for he taught that

there was no absolute or eternal difference between good and evil;

nothing really disgraceful in crimes; no divine ground for laws, which

according to him had been invented by men to prevent fools from making

themselves disagreeable; on which theory, laws must be confessed to have

been in all ages somewhat of a failure. He seems to have been, like his

master, an impudent light-hearted fellow, who took life easily enough,

laughed at patriotism, and all other high-flown notions, boasted that

the world was his country, and was no doubt excellent after-dinner

company for the great king. Hegesias, his fellow Cyrenaic, was a man of

a darker and more melancholic temperament; and while Theodorus contented

himself with preaching a comfortable selfishness, and obtaining

pleasure, made it rather his study to avoid pain. Doubtless both their

theories were popular enough at Alexandria, as they were in France

during the analogous period, the Siecle Louis Quinze. The "Contrat

Social," and the rest of their doctrines, moral and metaphysical, will

always have their admirers on earth, as long as that variety of the

human species exists for whose especial behoof Theodorus held that laws

were made; and the whole form of thought met with great approbation in

after years at Rome, where Epicurus carried it to its highest

perfection. After that, under the pressure of a train of rather severe

lessons, which Gibbon has detailed in his "Decline and Fall of the Roman

Empire," little or nothing was heard of it, save sotto voce, perhaps, at

the Papal courts of the sixteenth century. To revive it publicly, or at

least as much of it as could be borne by a world now for seventeen

centuries Christian, was the glory of the eighteenth century. The moral

scheme of Theodorus has now nearly vanished among us, at least as a

confessed creed; and, in spite of the authority of Mr. Locke's great and

good name, his metaphysical scheme is showing signs of a like

approaching disappearance. Let us hope that it may be a speedy one; for

if the senses be the only avenues to knowledge; if man be the measure of

all things; and if law have not, as Hooker says, her fount and home in

the very bosom of God himself, then was Homer's Zeus right in declaring

man to be "the most wretched of all the beasts of the field."

And yet one cannot help looking with a sort of awe (I dare not call it

respect) at that melancholic faithless Hegesias. Doubtless he, like his

compeers, and indeed all Alexandria for three hundred years, cultivated

philosophy with no more real purpose than it was cultivated by the

graceless beaux-esprits of Louis XV.'s court, and with as little

practical effect on morality; but of this Hegesias alone it stands

written, that his teaching actually made men do something; and moreover,

do the most solemn and important thing which any man can do, excepting

always doing right. I must confess, however, that the result of his

teaching took so unexpected a form, that the reigning Ptolemy,

apparently Philadelphus, had to interfere with the sacred right of every

man to talk as much nonsense as he likes, and forbade Hegesias to teach

at Alexandria. For Hegesias, a Cyrenaic like Theodorus, but a rather

more morose pedant than that saucy and happy scoffer, having discovered

that the great end of man was to avoid pain, also discovered (his

digestion being probably in a disordered state) that there was so much

more pain than pleasure in the world, as to make it a thoroughly

disagreeable place, of which man was well rid at any price. Whereon he

wrote a book called, [Greek text: apokarteroon], in which a man who had

determined to starve himself, preached the miseries of human life, and

the blessings of death, with such overpowering force, that the book

actually drove many persons to commit suicide, and escape from a world

which was not fit to dwell in. A fearful proof of how rotten the state

of society was becoming, how desperate the minds of men, during those

frightful centuries which immediately preceded the Christian era, and

how fast was approaching that dark chaos of unbelief and

unrighteousness, which Paul of Tarsus so analyses and describes in the

first chapter of his Epistle to the Romans--when the old light was lost,

the old faiths extinct, the old reverence for the laws of family and

national life, destroyed, yea even the natural instincts themselves

perverted; that chaos whose darkness Juvenal, and Petronius, and Tacitus

have proved, in their fearful pages, not to have been exaggerated by the

more compassionate though more righteous Jew.

And now observe, that this selfishness--this wholesome state of

equilibrium--this philosophic calm, which is really only a lazy pride,

was, as far as we can tell, the main object of all the schools from the

time of Alexander to the Christian era. We know very little of those

Sceptics, Cynics, Epicureans, Academics, Peripatetics, Stoics, of whom

there has been so much talk, except at second-hand, through the Romans,

from whom Stoicism in after ages received a new and not ignoble life.

But this we do know of the later sets, that they gradually gave up the

search for truth, and propounded to themselves as the great type for a

philosopher, How shall a man save his own soul from this evil world?

They may have been right; it may have been the best thing to think about

in those exhausted and decaying times: but it was a question of ethics,

not of philosophy, in the sense which the old Greek sages put on that

latter word. Their object was, not to get at the laws of all things,

but to fortify themselves against all things, each according to his

scheme, and so to be self-sufficient and alone. Even in the Stoics, who

boldly and righteously asserted an immutable morality, this was the

leading conception. As has been well said of them:

"If we reflect how deeply the feeling of an intercourse between men and

a divine race superior to themselves had worked itself into the Greek

character--what a number of fables, some beautiful, some impure, it had

impregnated and procured credence for--how it sustained every form of

polity and every system of laws, we may imagine what the effects must

have been of its disappearance. If it is possible for any man, it was

not, certainly, possible for a Greek, to feel himself connected by any

real bonds with his fellow-creatures around him, while he felt himself

utterly separated from any being above his fellow-creatures. But the

sense of that isolation would affect different minds very differently.

It drove the Epicurean to consider how he might make a world in which he

should live comfortably, without distracting visions of the past and

future, and the dread of those upper powers who no longer awakened in

him any feelings of sympathy. It drove Zeno the Stoic to consider

whether a man may not find enough in himself to satisfy him, though what

is beyond him be ever so unfriendly. . . . We may trace in the

productions which are attributed to Zone a very clear indication of the

feeling which was at work in his mind. He undertook, for instance,

among other tasks, to answer Plato's 'Republic.' The truth that a man

is a political being, which informs and pervades that book, was one

which must have been particularly harassing to his mind, and which he

felt must be got rid of, before he could hope to assert his doctrine of

a man's solitary dignity."

Woe to the nation or the society in which this individualising and

separating process is going on in the human mind! Whether it take the

form of a religion or of a philosophy, it is at once the sign and the

cause of senility, decay, and death. If man begins to forget that he is

a social being, a member of a body, and that the only truths which can

avail him anything, the only truths which are worthy objects of his

philosophical search, are those which are equally true for every man,

which will equally avail every man, which he must proclaim, as far as he

can, to every man, from the proudest sage to the meanest outcast, he

enters, I believe, into a lie, and helps forward the dissolution of that

society of which he is a member. I care little whether what he holds be

true or not. If it be true, he has made it a lie by appropriating it

proudly and selfishly to himself, and by excluding others from it. He

has darkened his own power of vision by that act of self-appropriation,

so that even if he sees a truth, he can only see it refractedly,

discoloured by the medium of his own private likes and dislikes, and

fulfils that great and truly philosophic law, that he who loveth not his

brother is in darkness, and knoweth not whither he goeth. And so it

befell those old Greek schools. It is out of our path to follow them to

Italy, where sturdy old Roman patriots cursed them, and with good

reason, as corrupting the morals of the young. Our business is with

Alexandria; and there, certainly, they did nothing for the elevation of

humanity. What culture they may have given, probably helped to make the

Alexandrians, what Caesar calls them, the most ingenious of all nations:

but righteous or valiant men it did not make them. When, after the

three great reigns of Soter, Philadelphus, and Euergetes, the race of

the Ptolemies began to wear itself out, Alexandria fell morally, as its

sovereigns fell; and during a miserable and shameful decline of a

hundred and eighty years, sophists wrangled, pedants fought over accents

and readings with the true odium gammaticum, and kings plunged deeper

and deeper into the abysses of luxury and incest, laziness and cruelty,

till the flood came, and swept them all away. Cleopatra, the Helen of

Egypt, betrayed her country to the Roman; and thenceforth the

Alexandrians became slaves in all but name.

And now that Alexandria has become a tributary province, is it to share

the usual lot of enslaved countries and lose all originality and vigour

of thought? Not so. From this point, strangely enough, it begins to

have a philosophy of its own. Hitherto it has been importing Greek

thought into Egypt and Syria, even to the furthest boundaries of Persia;

and the whole East has become Greek: but it has received little in

return. The Indian Gymnosophists, or Brahmins, had little or no effect

on Greek philosophy, except in the case of Pyrrho: the Persian Dualism

still less. The Egyptian symbolic nature-worship had been too gross to

be regarded by the cultivated Alexandrian as anything but a barbaric

superstition. One eastern nation had intermingled closely with the

Macedonian race, and from it Alexandrian thought received a new impulse.

I mentioned in my first lecture the conciliatory policy which the

Ptolemies had pursued toward the Jews. Soter had not only allowed but

encouraged them to settle in Alexandria and Egypt, granting them the

same political privileges with the Macedonians and other Greeks. Soon

they built themselves a temple there, in obedience to some supposed

prophecy in their sacred writings, which seems most probably to have

been a wilful interpolation. Whatsoever value we may attach to the

various myths concerning the translation of their Scriptures into Greek,

there can be no doubt that they were translated in the reign of Soter,

and that the exceedingly valuable Septuagint version is the work of that

period. Moreover, their numbers in Alexandria were very great. When

Amrou took Constantinople in A.D. 640, there were 40,000 Jews in it; and

their numbers during the Ptolemaic and Roman periods, before their

temporary expulsion by Cyril about 412, were probably greater; and Egypt

altogether is said to have contained 200,000 Jews. They had schools

there, which were so esteemed by their whole nation throughout the East,

that the Alexandrian Rabbis, the Light of Israel, as they were called,

may be fairly considered as the centre of Jewish thought and learning

for several centuries.

We are accustomed, and not without reason, to think with some contempt

of these old Rabbis. Rabbinism, Cabbalism, are become by-words in the

mouths of men. It may be instructive for us--it is certainly necessary

for us, if we wish to understand Alexandria--to examine a little how

they became so fallen.

Their philosophy took its stand, as you all know, on certain ancient

books of their people; histories, laws, poems, philosophical treatises,

which all have one element peculiar to themselves, namely, the assertion

of a living personal Ruler and Teacher, not merely of the Jewish race,

but of all the nations of the earth. After the return of their race

from Babylon, their own records give abundant evidence that this strange

people became the most exclusive and sectarian which the world ever saw.

Into the causes of that exclusiveness I will not now enter; suffice it

to say, that it was pardonable enough in a people asserting Monotheism

in the midst of idolatrous nations, and who knew, from experience even

more bitter than that which taught Plato and Socrates, how directly all

those popular idolatries led to every form of baseness and immorality.

But we may trace in them, from the date of their return from Babylon,

especially from their settlement in Alexandria, a singular change of

opinion. In proportion as they began to deny that their unseen personal

Ruler had anything to do with the Gentiles--the nations of the earth, as

they called them--in proportion as they considered themselves as His

only subjects--or rather, Him and His guidance as their own private

property--exactly in that proportion they began to lose all living or

practical belief that He did guide them. He became a being of the past;

one who had taught and governed their forefathers in old times: not one

who was teaching and governing them now. I beg you to pay attention to

this curious result; because you will see, I think, the very same thing

occurring in two other Alexandrian schools, of which I shall speak

hereafter.

The result to these Rabbis was, that the inspired books which spoke of

this Divine guidance and government became objects of superstitious

reverence, just in proportion as they lost all understanding of their

real value and meaning. Nevertheless, this too produced good results;

for the greatest possible care was taken to fix the Canon of these

books; to settle, as far as possible, the exact time at which the Divine

guidance was supposed to have ceased; after which it was impious to

claim a Divine teaching; when their sages were left to themselves, as

they fancied, with a complete body of knowledge, on which they were

henceforth only to comment. Thus, whether or not they were right in

supposing that the Divine Teacher had ceased to teach and inspire them,

they did infinite service by marking out for us certain writers whom He

had certainly taught and inspired. No doubt they were right in their

sense of the awful change which had passed over their nation. There was

an infinite difference between them and the old Hebrew writers. They

had lost something which those old prophets possessed. I invite you to

ponder, each for himself, on the causes of this strange loss; bearing in

mind that they lost their forefathers' heirloom, exactly in proportion

as they began to believe it to be their exclusive possession, and to

deny other human beings any right to or share in it. It may have been

that the light given to their forefathers had, as they thought, really

departed. It may have been, also, that the light was there all around

them still, as bright as ever, but that they would not open their eyes

and behold it; or rather, could not open them, because selfishness and

pride had sealed them. It may have been, that inspiration was still

very near them too, if their spirits had been willing to receive it.

But of the fact of the change there was no doubt. For the old Hebrew

seers were men dealing with the loftiest and deepest laws: the Rabbis

were shallow pedants. The old Hebrew seers were righteous and virtuous

men: the Rabbis became, in due time, some of the worst and wickedest

men who ever trod this earth.

Thus they too had their share in that downward career of pedantry which

we have seen characterise the whole past Alexandrine age. They, like

Zenodotus and Aristarchus, were commentators, grammarians, sectarian

disputers: they were not thinkers or actors. Their inspired books were

to them no more the words of living human beings who had sought for the

Absolute Wisdom, and found it after many sins and doubts and sorrows.

The human writers became in their eyes the puppets and mouthpieces of

some magical influence, not the disciples of a living and loving person.

The book itself was, in their belief, not in any true sense inspired,

but magically dictated--by what power they cared not to define. His

character was unimportant to them, provided He had inspired no nation

but their own. But, thought they, if the words were dictated, each of

them must have some mysterious value. And if each word had a mysterious

value, why not each letter? And how could they set limits to that

mysterious value? Might not these words, even rearrangements of the

letters of them, be useful in protecting them against the sorceries of

the heathen, in driving away those evil spirits, or evoking those good

spirits, who, though seldom mentioned in their early records, had after

their return from Babylon begun to form an important part of their

unseen world? For as they had lost faith in the One Preserver of their

race, they had filled up the void by a ponderous demonology of

innumerable preservers. This process of thought was not confined to

Alexandria. Dr. Layard, in his last book on Nineveh, gives some curious

instances of its prevalence among them at an earlier period, well worth

your careful study. But it was at Alexandria that the Jewish Cabbalism

formed itself into a system. It was there that the Jews learnt to

become the jugglers and magic-mongers of the whole Roman world, till

Claudius had to expel them from Rome, as pests to rational and moral

society.

And yet, among these hapless pedants there lingered nobler thoughts and

hopes. They could not read the glorious heirlooms of their race without

finding in them records of antique greatness and virtue, of old

deliverances worked for their forefathers; and what seemed promises,

too, that that greatness should return. The notion that those promises

were conditional; that they expressed eternal moral laws, and declared

the consequences of obeying those laws, they had lost long ago. By

looking on themselves as exclusively and arbitrarily favoured by Heaven,

they were ruining their own moral sense. Things were not right or wrong

to them because Right was eternal and divine, and Wrong the

transgression of that eternal right. How could that be? For then the

right things the Gentiles seemed to do would be right and divine;--and

that supposition in their eyes was all but impious. None could do right

but themselves, for they only knew the law of God. So, right with them

had no absolute or universal ground, but was reduced in their minds to

the performance of certain acts commanded exclusively to them--a form of

ethics which rapidly sank into the most petty and frivolous casuistry as

to the outward performance of those acts. The sequel of those ethics is

known to all the world, in the spectacle of the most unrivalled

religiosity, and scrupulous respectability, combined with a more utter

absence of moral sense, in their most cultivated and learned men, than

the world has ever beheld before or since.

In such a state of mind it was impossible for them to look on their old

prophets as true seers, beholding and applying eternal moral laws, and,

therefore, seeing the future in the present and in the past. They must

be the mere utterers of an irreversible arbitrary fate; and that fate

must, of course, be favourable to their nation. So now arose a school

who picked out from their old prophets every passage which could be made

to predict their future glory, and a science which settled when that

glory was to return. By the arbitrary rules of criticism a prophetic

day was defined to mean a year; a week, seven years. The most simple

and human utterances were found to have recondite meanings relative to

their future triumph over the heathens whom they cursed and hated. If

any of you ever come across the popular Jewish interpretations of The

Song of Solomon, you will there see the folly in which acute and learned

men can indulge themselves when they have lost hold of the belief in

anything really absolute and eternal and moral, and have made Fate, and

Time, and Self, their real deities. But this dream of a future

restoration was in no wise ennobled, as far as we can see, with any

desire for a moral restoration. They believed that a person would

appear some day or other to deliver them. Even they were happily

preserved by their sacred books from the notion that deliverance was to

be found for them, or for any man, in an abstraction or notion ending in

-ation or -ality. In justice to them it must be said, that they were

too wise to believe that personal qualities, such as power, will, love,

righteousness, could reside in any but in a person, or be manifested

except by a person. And among the earlier of them the belief may have

been, that the ancient unseen Teacher of their race would be their

deliverer: but as they lost the thought of Him, the expected Deliverer

became a mere human being: or rather not a human being; for as they

lost their moral sense, they lost in the very deepest meaning their

humanity, and forgot what man was like till they learned to look only

for a conqueror; a manifestation of power, and not of goodness; a

destroyer of the hated heathen, who was to establish them as the tyrant

race of the whole earth. On that fearful day on which, for a moment,

they cast away even that last dream, and cried, "We have no king but

Caesar," they spoke the secret of their hearts. It was a Caesar, a

Jewish Caesar, for whom they had been longing for centuries. And if

they could not have such a deliverer, they would have none: they would

take up with the best embodiment of brute Titanic power which they could

find, and crucify the embodiment of Righteousness and Love. Amid all

the metaphysical schools of Alexandria, I know none so deeply

instructive as that school of the Rabbis, "the glory of Israel."

But you will say: "This does not look like a school likely to

regenerate Alexandrian thought." True: and yet it did regenerate it,

both for good and for evil; for these men had among them and preserved

faithfully enough for all practical purposes, the old literature of

their race; a literature which I firmly believe, if I am to trust the

experience of 1900 years, is destined to explain all other literatures;

because it has firm hold of the one eternal root-idea which gives life,

meaning, Divine sanction, to every germ or fragment of human truth which

is in any of them. It did so, at least, in Alexandria for the Greek

literature. About the Christian era, a cultivated Alexandrian Jew, a

disciple of Plato and of Aristotle, did seem to himself to find in the

sacred books of his nation that which agreed with the deepest

discoveries of Greek philosophy; which explained and corroborated them.

And his announcement of this fact, weak and defective as it was, had the

most enormous and unexpected results. The father of New Platonism was

Philo the Jew.

LECTURE III--NEOPLATONISM

We now approach the period in which Alexandria began to have a

philosophy of its own--to be, indeed, the leader of human thought for

several centuries.

I shall enter on this branch of my subject with some fear and trembling;

not only on account of my own ignorance, but on account of the great

difficulty of handling it without trenching on certain controversial

subjects which are rightly and wisely forbidden here. For there was not

one school of Metaphysic at Alexandria: there were two; which, during

the whole period of their existence, were in internecine struggle with

each other, and yet mutually borrowing from each other; the Heathen,

namely, and the Christian. And you cannot contemplate, still less can

you understand, the one without the other. Some of late years have

become all but unaware of the existence of that Christian school; and

the word Philosophy, on the authority of Gibbon, who, however excellent

an authority for facts, knew nothing about Philosophy, and cared less,

has been used exclusively to express heathen thought; a misnomer which

in Alexandria would have astonished Plotinus or Hypatia as much as it

would Clement or Origen. I do not say that there is, or ought to be, a

Christian Metaphysic. I am speaking, as you know, merely as a

historian, dealing with facts; and I say that there was one; as

profound, as scientific, as severe, as that of the Pagan Neoplatonists;

starting indeed, as I shall show hereafter, on many points from common

ground with theirs. One can hardly doubt, I should fancy, that many

parts of St. John's Gospel and Epistles, whatever view we may take of

them, if they are to be called anything, are to be called metaphysic and

philosophic. And one can no more doubt that before writing them he had

studied Philo, and was expanding Philo's thought in the direction which

seemed fit to him, than we can doubt it of the earlier Neoplatonists.

The technical language is often identical; so are the primary ideas from

which he starts, howsoever widely the conclusions may differ. If

Plotinus considered himself an intellectual disciple of Plato, so did

Origen and Clemens. And I must, as I said before, speak of both, or of

neither. My only hope of escaping delicate ground lies in the curious

fact, that rightly or wrongly, the form in which Christianity presented

itself to the old Alexandrian thinkers was so utterly different from the

popular conception of it in modern England, that one may very likely be

able to tell what little one knows about it, almost without mentioning a

single doctrine which now influences the religious world.

But far greater is my fear, that to a modern British auditory, trained

in the school of Locke, much of ancient thought, heathen as well as

Christian, may seem so utterly the product of the imagination, so

utterly without any corresponding reality in the universe, as to look

like mere unintelligible madness. Still, I must try; only entreating my

hearers to consider, that how much soever we may honour Locke and his

great Scotch followers, we are not bound to believe them either

infallible, or altogether world-embracing; that there have been other

methods than theirs of conceiving the Unseen; that the common ground

from which both Christian and heathen Alexandrians start, is not merely

a private vagary of their own, but one which has been accepted

undoubtingly, under so many various forms, by so many different races,

as to give something of an inductive probability that it is not a mere

dream, but may be a right and true instinct of the human mind. I mean

the belief that the things which we see--nature and all her phenomena--

are temporal, and born only to die; mere shadows of some unseen

realities, from whom their laws and life are derived; while the eternal

things which subsist without growth, decay, or change, the only real,

only truly existing things, in short, are certain things which are not

seen; inappreciable by sense, or understanding, or imagination,

perceived only by the conscience and the reason. And that, again, the

problem of philosophy, the highest good for man, that for the sake of

which death were a gain, without which life is worthless, a drudgery, a

degradation, a failure, and a ruin, is to discover what those unseen

eternal things are, to know them, possess them, be in harmony with them,

and thereby alone to rise to any real and solid power, or safety, or

nobleness. It is a strange dream. But you will see that it is one

which does not bear much upon "points of controversy," any more than on

"Locke's philosophy;" nevertheless, when we find this same strange dream

arising, apparently without intercommunion of thought, among the old

Hindoos, among the Greeks, among the Jews; and lastly, when we see it

springing again in the Middle Age, in the mind of the almost forgotten

author of the "Deutsche Theologie," and so becoming the parent, not

merely of Luther's deepest belief, or of the German mystic schools of

the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, but of the great German

Philosophy itself as developed by Kant, and Fichte, and Schelling, and

Hegel, we must at least confess it to be a popular delusion, if nothing

better, vast enough and common enough to be worth a little patient

investigation, wheresoever we may find it stirring the human mind.

But I have hope, still, that I may find sympathy and comprehension among

some, at least, of my audience, as I proceed to examine the ancient

realist schools of Alexandria, on account of their knowledge of the

modern realist schools of Germany. For I cannot but see, that a

revulsion is taking place in the thoughts of our nation upon metaphysic

subjects, and that Scotland, as usual, is taking the lead therein. That

most illustrious Scotchman, Mr. Thomas Carlyle, first vindicated the

great German Realists from the vulgar misconceptions about them which

were so common at the beginning of this century, and brought the minds

of studious men to a more just appreciation of the philosophic severity,

the moral grandeur, of such thinkers as Emmanuel Kant, and Gottlieb

Fichte. To another Scotch gentleman, who, I believe, has honoured me by

his presence here to-night, we owe most valuable translations of some of

Fichte's works; to be followed, I trust, by more. And though, as a

humble disciple of Bacon, I cannot but think that the method both of

Kant and Fichte possesses somewhat of the same inherent defect as the

method of the Neoplatonist school, yet I should be most unfair did I not

express my deep obligations to them, and advise all those to study them

carefully, who wish to gain a clear conception either of the old

Alexandrian schools, or of those intellectual movements which are

agitating the modern mind, and which will, I doubt not, issue in a

clearer light, and in a nobler life, if not for us, yet still for our

children's children for ever.

The name of Philo the Jew is now all but forgotten among us. He was

laughed out of sight during the last century, as a dreamer and an

allegorist, who tried eclectically to patch together Plato and Moses.

The present age, however, is rapidly beginning to suspect that all who

thought before the eighteenth century were not altogether either fools

or impostors; old wisdom is obtaining a fairer hearing day by day, and

is found not to be so contradictory to new wisdom as was supposed. We

are beginning, too, to be more inclined to justify Providence, by

believing that lies are by their very nature impotent and doomed to die;

that everything which has had any great or permanent influence on the

human mind, must have in it some germ of eternal truth; and setting

ourselves to separate that germ of truth from the mistakes which may

have distorted and overlaid it. Let us believe, or at least hope, the

same for a few minutes, of Philo, and try to find out what was the

secret of his power, what the secret of his weakness.

First: I cannot think that he had to treat his own sacred books

unfairly, to make them agree with the root-idea of Socrates and Plato.

Socrates and Plato acknowledged a Divine teacher of the human spirit;

that was the ground of their philosophy. So did the literature of the

Jews. Socrates and Plato, with all the Greek sages till the Sophistic

era, held that the object of philosophy was the search after that which

truly exists: that he who found that, found wisdom: Philo's books

taught him the same truth: but they taught him also, that the search

for wisdom was not merely the search for that which is, but for Him who

is; not for a thing, but for a person. I do not mean that Plato and the

elder Greeks had not that object also in view; for I have said already

that Theology was with them the ultimate object of all metaphysic

science: but I do think that they saw it infinitely less clearly than

the old Jewish sages. Those sages were utterly unable to conceive of an

absolute truth, except as residing in an absolutely true person; of

absolute wisdom, except in an absolutely wise person; of an absolute

order and law, except in a lawgiver; of an absolute good, except in an

absolutely good person: any more than either they or we can conceive of

an absolute love, except in an absolutely loving person. I say boldly,

that I think them right, on all grounds of Baconian induction. For all

these qualities are only known to us as exhibited in persons; and if we

believe them to have any absolute and eternal existence at all, to be

objective, and independent of us, and the momentary moods and sentiments

of our own mind, they must exist in some absolute and eternal person, or

they are mere notions, abstractions, words, which have no counterparts.

But here arose a puzzle in the mind of Philo, as it in reality had, we

may see, in the minds of Socrates and Plato. How could he reconcile the

idea of that absolute and eternal one Being, that Zeus, Father of Gods

and men, self-perfect, self-contained, without change or motion, in

whom, as a Jew, he believed even more firmly than the Platonists, with

the Daemon of Socrates, the Divine Teacher whom both Plato and Solomon

confessed? Or how, again, could he reconcile the idea of Him with the

creative and providential energy, working in space and time, working on

matter, and apparently affected and limited, if not baffled, by the

imperfection of the minds which he taught, by the imperfection of the

matter which he moulded? This, as all students of philosophy must know,

was one of the great puzzles of old Greek philosophy, as long as it was

earnest and cared to have any puzzles at all: it has been, since the

days of Spinoza, the great puzzle of all earnest modern philosophers.

Philo offered a solution in that idea of a Logos, or Word of God,

Divinity articulate, speaking and acting in time and space, and

therefore by successive acts; and so doing, in time and space, the will

of the timeless and spaceless Father, the Abysmal and Eternal Being, of

whom he was the perfect likeness. In calling this person the Logos, and

making him the source of all human reason, and knowledge of eternal

laws, he only translated from Hebrew into Greek the name which he found

in his sacred books, "The Word of God." As yet we have found no unfair

allegorising of Moses, or twisting of Plato. How then has he incurred

this accusation?

I cannot think, again, that he was unfair in supposing that he might

hold at the same time the Jewish belief concerning Creation, and the

Platonic doctrine of the real existence of Archetypal ideas, both of

moral and of physical phenomena. I do not mean that such a conception

was present consciously to the mind of the old Jews, as it was most

certainly to the mind of St. Paul, a practised Platonic dialectician;

but it seems to me, as to Philo, to be a fair, perhaps a necessary,

corollary from the Genetic Philosophy, both of Moses and of Solomon.

But in one thing he was unfair; namely, in his allegorising. But unfair

to whom? To Socrates and Plato, I believe, as much as to Moses and to

Samuel. For what is the part of the old Jewish books which he

evaporates away into mere mystic symbols of the private experiences of

the devout philosopher? Its practical everyday histories, which deal

with the common human facts of family and national life, of man's

outward and physical labour and craft. These to him have no meaning,

except an allegoric one. But has he thrown them away for the sake of

getting a step nearer to Socrates, or Plato, or Aristotle? Surely not.

To them, as to the old Jewish sages, man is most important when regarded

not merely as a soul, but as a man, a social being of flesh and blood.

Aristotle declares politics to be the architectonical science, the

family and social relations to be the eternal master-facts of humanity.

Plato, in his Republic, sets before himself the Constitution of a State,

as the crowning problem of his philosophy. Every work of his, like

every saying of his master Socrates, deals with the common, outward,

vulgar facts of human life, and asserts that there is a divine meaning

in them, and that reverent induction from them is the way to obtain the

deepest truths. Socrates and Plato were as little inclined to separate

the man and the philosopher as Moses, Solomon, or Isaiah were. When

Philo, by allegorising away the simple human parts of his books, is

untrue to Moses's teaching, he becomes untrue to Plato's. He becomes

untrue, I believe, to a higher teaching than Plato's. He loses sight of

an eternal truth, which even old Homer might have taught him, when he

treats Moses as one section of his disciples in after years treated

Homer.

For what is the secret of the eternal freshness, the eternal beauty, ay,

I may say boldly, in spite of all their absurdities and immoralities,

the eternal righteousness of those old Greek myths? What is it which

made Socrates and Plato cling lovingly and reverently to them, they

scarce knew why, while they deplored the immoralities to which they had

given rise? What is it which made those myths, alone of all old

mythologies, the parents of truly beautiful sculpture, painting, poetry?

What is it which makes us love them still; find, even at times against

our consciences, new meaning, new beauty in them; and brings home the

story of Perseas or of Hercules, alike to the practised reason of

Niebuhr, and the untutored instincts of Niebuhr's little child, for whom

he threw them into simplest forms? Why is it that in spite of our

disagreeing with their creed and their morality, we still persist--and

long may we persist, or rather be compelled--as it were by blind

instinct, to train our boys upon those old Greek dreams; and confess,

whenever we try to find a substitute for them in our educational

schemes, that we have as yet none? Because those old Greek stories do

represent the Deities as the archetypes, the kinsmen, the teachers, the

friends, the inspirers of men. Because while the schoolboy reads how

the Gods were like to men, only better, wiser, greater; how the Heroes

are the children of the Gods, and the slayers of the monsters which

devour the earth; how Athene taught men weaving, and Phoebus music, and

Vulcan the cunning of the stithy; how the Gods took pity on the noble-

hearted son of Danae, and lent him celestial arms and guided him over

desert and ocean to fulfil his vow--that boy is learning deep lessons of

metaphysic, more in accordance with the reine vernunft, the pure reason

whereby man perceives that which is moral, and spiritual, and eternal,

than he would from all disquisitions about being and becoming, about

actualities and potentialities, which ever tormented the weary brain of

man.

Let us not despise the gem because it has been broken to fragments,

obscured by silt and mud. Still less let us fancy that one least

fragment of it is not more precious than the most brilliant paste jewel

of our own compounding, though it be polished and faceted never so

completely. For what are all these myths but fragments of that great

metaphysic idea, which, I boldly say, I believe to be at once the

justifier and the harmoniser of all philosophic truth which man has ever

discovered, or will discover; which Philo saw partially, and yet

clearly; which the Hebrew sages perceived far more deeply, because more

humanly and practically; which Saint Paul the Platonist, and yet the

Apostle, raised to its highest power, when he declared that the

immutable and self-existent Being, for whom the Greek sages sought, and

did not altogether seek in vain, has gathered together all things both

in heaven and in earth in one inspiring and creating Logos, who is both

God and Man?

Be this as it may, we find that from the time of Philo, the deepest

thought of the heathen world began to flow in a theologic channel. All

the great heathen thinkers henceforth are theologians. In the times of

Nero, for instance, Epictetus the slave, the regenerator of Stoicism, is

no mere speculator concerning entities and quiddities, correct or

incorrect. He is a slave searching for the secret of freedom, and

finding that it consists in escaping not from a master, but from self:

not to wealth and power, but to Jove. He discovers that Jove is, in

some most mysterious, but most real sense, the Father of men; he learns

to look up to that Father as his guide and friend.

Numenius, again, in the second century, was a man who had evidently

studied Philo. He perceived so deeply, I may say so exaggeratedly, the

analogy between the Jewish and the Platonic assertions of an Absolute

and Eternal Being, side by side with the assertion of a Divine Teacher

of man, that he is said to have uttered the startling saying: "What is

Plato but Moses talking Attic?" Doubtless Plato is not that: but the

expression is remarkable, as showing the tendency of the age. He too

looks up to God with prayers for the guidance of his reason. He too

enters into speculation concerning God in His absoluteness, and in His

connection with the universe. "The Primary God," he says, "must be free

from works and a King; but the Demiurgus must exercise government, going

through the heavens. Through Him comes this our condition; through Him

Reason being sent down in efflux, holds communion with all who are

prepared for it: God then looking down, and turning Himself to each of

us, it comes to pass that our bodies live and are nourished, receiving

strength from the outer rays which come from Him. But when God turns us

to the contemplation of Himself, it comes to pass that these things are

worn out and consumed, but that the reason lives, being partaker of a

blessed life."

This passage is exceedingly interesting, as containing both the marrow

of old Hebrew metaphysic, and also certain notional elements, of which

we find no trace in the Scripture, and which may lead--as we shall find

they afterwards did lead--to confusing the moral with the notional, and

finally the notional with the material; in plain words, to Pantheism.

You find this tendency, in short, in all the philosophers who flourished

between the age of Augustus and the rise of Alexandrian Neoplatonism.

Gibbon, while he gives an approving pat on the back to his pet

"Philosophic Emperor," Marcus Aurelius, blinks the fact that Marcus's

philosophy, like that of Plutarch, contains as an integral element, a

belief which to him would have been, I fear, simply ludicrous, from its

strange analogy with the belief of John, the Christian Apostle. What is

Marcus Aurelius's cardinal doctrine? That there is a God within him, a

Word, a Logos, which "has hold of him," and who is his teacher and

guardian; that over and above his body and his soul, he has a Reason

which is capable of "hearing that Divine Word, and obeying the monitions

of that God." What is Plutarch's cardinal doctrine? That the same

Word, the Daemon who spoke to the heart of Socrates, is speaking to him

and to every philosopher; "coming into contact," he says, "with him in

some wonderful manner; addressing the reason of those who, like

Socrates, keep their reason pure, not under the dominion of passion, nor

mixing itself greatly with the body, and therefore quick and sensitive

in responding to that which encountered it.

You see from these two extracts what questions were arising in the minds

of men, and how they touched on ethical and theological questions. I

say arising in their minds: I believe that I ought to say rather,

stirred up in their minds by One greater than they. At all events,

there they appeared, utterly independent of any Christian teaching. The

belief in this Logos or Daemon speaking to the Reason of man, was one

which neither Plutarch nor Marcus, neither Numenius nor Ammonius, as far

as we can see, learnt from the Christians; it was the common ground

which they held with them; the common battlefield which they disputed

with them.

Neither have we any reason to suppose that they learnt it from the

Hindoos. That much Hindoo thought mixed with Neoplatonist speculation

we cannot doubt; but there is not a jot more evidence to prove that

Alexandrians borrowed this conception from the Mahabharavata, than that

George Fox the Quaker, or the author of the "Deutsche Theologie," did

so. They may have gone to Hindoo philosophy, or rather, to second and

third hand traditions thereof, for corroborations of the belief; but be

sure, it must have existed in their own hearts first, or they would

never have gone thither. Believe it; be sure of it. No earnest thinker

is a plagiarist pure and simple. He will never borrow from others that

which he has not already, more or less, thought out for himself. When

once a great idea, instinctive, inductive (for the two expressions are

nearer akin than most fancy), has dawned on his soul, he will welcome

lovingly, awfully, any corroboration from foreign schools, and cry with

joy: "Behold, this is not altogether a dream: for others have found it

also. Surely it must be real, universal, eternal." No; be sure there

is far more originality (in the common sense of the word), and far less

(in the true sense of the word), than we fancy; and that it is a paltry

and shallow doctrine which represents each succeeding school as merely

the puppets and dupes of the preceding. More originality, because each

earnest man seems to think out for himself the deepest grounds of his

creed. Less originality, because, as I believe, one common Logos, Word,

Reason, reveals and unveils the same eternal truth to all who seek and

hunger for it.

Therefore we can, as the Christian philosophers of Alexandria did,

rejoice over every truth which their heathen adversaries beheld, and

attribute them, as Clement does, to the highest source, to the

inspiration of the one and universal Logos. With Clement, philosophy is

only hurtful when it is untrue to itself, and philosophy falsely so

called; true philosophy is an image of the truth, a divine gift bestowed

on the Greeks. The Bible, in his eyes, asserts that all forms of art

and wisdom are from God. The wise in mind have no doubt some peculiar

endowment of nature, but when they have offered themselves for their

work, they receive a spirit of perception from the Highest Wisdom,

giving them a new fitness for it. All severe study, all cultivation of

sympathy, are exercises of this spiritual endowment. The whole

intellectual discipline of the Greeks, with their philosophy, came down

from God to men. Philosophy, he concludes in one place, carries on "an

inquiry concerning Truth and the nature of Being; and this Truth is that

concerning which the Lord Himself said: 'I am the Truth.' And when the

initiated find, or rather receive, the true philosophy, they have it

from the Truth itself; that is from Him who is true."

While, then, these two schools had so many grounds in common, where was

their point of divergence? We shall find it, I believe, fairly

expressed in the dying words of Plotinus, the great father of

Neoplatonism. "I am striving to bring the God which is in us into

harmony with the God which is in the universe." Whether or not Plotinus

actually so spoke, that was what his disciples not only said that he

spoke, but what they would have wished him to speak. That one sentence

expresses the whole object of their philosophy.

But to that Pantaenus, Origen, Clement, and Augustine would have

answered: "And we, on the other hand, assert that the God which is in

the universe, is the same as the God which is in you, and is striving to

bring you into harmony with Himself." There is the experimentum crucis.

There is the vast gulf between the Christian and the Heathen schools,

which when any man had overleaped, the whole problem of the universe was

from that moment inverted. With Plotinus and his school man is seeking

for God: with Clement and his, God is seeking for man. With the

former, God is passive, and man active: with the latter, God is active,

man is passive--passive, that is, in so far as his business is to listen

when he is spoken to, to look at the light which is unveiled to him, to

submit himself to the inward laws which he feels reproving and checking

him at every turn, as Socrates was reproved and checked by his inward

Daemon.

Whether of these two theorems gives the higher conception either of the

Divine Being, or of man, I leave it for you to judge. To those old

Alexandrian Christians, a being who was not seeking after every single

creature, and trying to raise him, could not be a Being of absolute

Righteousness, Power, Love; could not be a Being worthy of respect or

admiration, even of philosophic speculation. Human righteousness and

love flows forth disinterestedly to all around it, however unconscious,

however unworthy they may be; human power associated with goodness,

seeks for objects which it may raise and benefit by that power. We must

confess this, with the Christian schools, or, with the Heathen schools,

we must allow another theory, which brought them into awful depths;

which may bring any generation which holds it into the same depths.

If Clement had asked the Neoplatonists: "You believe, Plotinus, in an

absolutely Good Being. Do you believe that it desires to shed forth its

goodness on all?" "Of course," they would have answered, "on those who

seek for it, on the philosopher."

"But not, it seems, Plotinus, on the herd, the brutal, ignorant mass,

wallowing in those foul crimes above which you have risen?" And at that

question there would have been not a little hesitation. These brutes in

human form, these souls wallowing in earthly mire, could hardly, in the

Neoplatonists' eyes, be objects of the Divine desire.

"Then this Absolute Good, you say, Plotinus, has no relation with them,

no care to raise them. In fact, it cannot raise them, because they have

nothing in common with it. Is that your notion?" And the Neoplatonists

would have, on the whole, allowed that argument. And if Clement had

answered, that such was not his notion of Goodness, or of a Good Being,

and that therefore the goodness of their Absolute Good, careless of the

degradation and misery around it, must be something very different from

his notions of human goodness; the Neoplatonists would have answered--

indeed they did answer--"After all, why not? Why should the Absolute

Goodness be like our human goodness?" This is Plotinus's own belief.

It is a question with him, it was still more a question with those who

came after him, whether virtues could be predicated of the Divine

nature; courage, for instance, of one who had nothing to fear; self-

restraint, of one who had nothing to desire. And thus, by setting up a

different standard of morality for the divine and for the human,

Plotinus gradually arrives at the conclusion, that virtue is not the

end, but the means; not the Divine nature itself, as the Christian

schools held, but only the purgative process by which man was to ascend

into heaven, and which was necessary to arrive at that nature--that

nature itself being--what?

And how to answer that last question was the abysmal problem of the

whole of Neoplatonic philosophy, in searching for which it wearied

itself out, generation after generation, till tired equally of seeking

and of speaking, it fairly lay down and died. In proportion as it

refused to acknowledge a common divine nature with the degraded mass, it

deserted its first healthy instinct, which told it that the spiritual

world is identical with the moral world, with right, love, justice; it

tried to find new definitions for the spiritual; it conceived it to be

identical with the intellectual. That did not satisfy its heart. It

had to repeople the spiritual world, which it had emptied of its proper

denizens, with ghosts; to reinvent the old daemonologies and

polytheisms--from thence to descend into lower depths, of which we will

speak hereafter.

But in the meanwhile we must look at another quarrel which arose between

the two twin schools of Alexandria. The Neoplatonists said that there

is a divine element in man. The Christian philosophers assented

fervently, and raised the old disagreeable question: "Is it in every

man? In the publicans and harlots as well as in the philosophers? We

say that it is." And there again the Neoplatonist finds it over hard to

assent to a doctrine, equally contrary to outward appearance, and

galling to Pharisaic pride; and enters into a hundred honest self-

puzzles and self-contradictions, which seem to justify him at last in

saying, No. It is in the philosopher, who is ready by nature, as

Plotinus has it, and as it were furnished with wings, and not needing to

sever himself from matter like the rest, but disposed already to ascend

to that which is above. And in a degree too, it is in the "lover," who,

according to Plotinus, has a certain innate recollection of beauty, and

hovers round it, and desires it, wherever he sees it. Him you may raise

to the apprehension of the one incorporeal Beauty, by teaching him to

separate beauty from the various objects in which it appears scattered

and divided. And it is even in the third class, the lowest of whom

there is hope, namely, the musical man, capable of being passively

affected by beauty, without having any active appetite for it; the

sentimentalist, in short, as we should call him nowadays.

But for the herd, Plotinus cannot say that there is anything divine in

them. And thus it gradually comes out in all Neoplatonist writings

which I have yet examined, that the Divine only exists in a man, in

proportion as he is conscious of its existence in him. From which

spring two conceptions of the Divine in man. First, is it a part of

him, if it is dependent for its existence on his consciousness of it?

Or is it, as Philo, Plutarch, Marcus Aurelius would have held, as the

Christians held, something independent of him, without him, a Logos or

Word speaking to his reason and conscience? With this question Plotinus

grapples, earnestly, shrewdly, fairly. If you wish to see how he does

it, you should read the fourth and fifth books of the sixth Ennead,

especially if you be lucky enough to light on a copy of that rare book,

Taylor's faithful though crabbed translation.

Not that the result of his search is altogether satisfactory. He enters

into subtle and severe disquisitions concerning soul. Whether it is one

or many. How it can be both one and many. He has the strongest

perception that, to use the noble saying of the Germans, "Time and Space

are no gods." He sees clearly that the soul, and the whole unseen world

of truly existing being, is independent of time and space: and yet,

after he has wrestled with the two Titans, through page after page, and

apparently conquered them, they slip in again unawares into the battle-

field, the moment his back is turned. He denies that the one Reason has

parts--it must exist as a whole wheresoever it exists: and yet he

cannot express the relation of the individual soul to it, but by saying

that we are parts of it; or that each thing, down to the lowest,

receives as much soul as it is capable of possessing. Ritter has worked

out at length, though in a somewhat dry and lifeless way, the hundred

contradictions of this kind which you meet in Plotinus; contradictions

which I suspect to be inseparable from any philosophy starting from his

grounds. Is he not looking for the spiritual in a region where it does

not exist; in the region of logical conceptions and abstractions, which

are not realities, but only, after all, symbols of our own, whereby we

express to ourselves the processes of our own brain? May not his

Christian contemporaries have been nearer scientific truth, as well as

nearer the common sense and practical belief of mankind, in holding that

that which is spiritual is personal, and can only be seen or conceived

of as residing in persons; and that that which is personal is moral, and

has to do, not with abstractions of the intellect, but with right and

wrong, love and hate, and all which, in the common instincts of men,

involves a free will, a free judgment, a free responsibility and desert?

And that, therefore, if there were a Spirit, a Daemonic Element, an

universal Reason, a Logos, a Divine Element, closely connected with man,

that one Reason, that one Divine Element, must be a person also? At

least, so strong was the instinct of even the Heathen schools in this

direction, that the followers of Plotinus had to fill up the void which

yawned between man and the invisible things after which he yearned, by

reviving the whole old Pagan Polytheism, and adding to it a Daemonology

borrowed partly from the Chaldees, and partly from the Jewish rabbis,

which formed a descending chain of persons, downward from the highest

Deities to heroes, and to the guardian angel of each man; the meed of

the philosopher being, that by self-culture and self-restraint he could

rise above the tutelage of some lower and more earthly daemon, and

become the pupil of a God, and finally a God himself.

These contradictions need not lower the great Father of Neoplatonism in

our eyes, as a moral being. All accounts of him seem to prove him to

have been what Apollo, in a lengthy oracle, declared him to have been,

"good and gentle, and benignant exceedingly, and pleasant in all his

conversation." He gave good advice about earthly matters, was a

faithful steward of moneys deposited with him, a guardian of widows and

orphans, a righteous and loving man. In his practical life, the ascetic

and gnostic element comes out strongly enough. The body, with him, was

not evil, neither was it good; it was simply nothing--why care about it?

He would have no portrait taken of his person: "It was humiliating

enough to be obliged to carry a shadow about with him, without having a

shadow made of that shadow." He refused animal food, abstained from

baths, declined medicine in his last illness, and so died about 200 A.D.

It is in his followers, as one generally sees in such cases, that the

weakness of his conceptions comes out. Plotinus was an earnest thinker,

slavishly enough reverencing the opinion of Plato, whom he quotes as an

infallible oracle, with a "He says," as if there were but one he in the

universe: but he tried honestly to develop Plato, or what he conceived

to be Plato, on the method which Plato had laid down. His dialectic is

far superior, both in quantity and in quality, to that of those who come

after him. He is a seeker. His followers are not. The great work

which marks the second stage of his school is not an inquiry, but a

justification, not only of the Egyptian, but of all possible theurgies

and superstitions; perhaps the best attempt of the kind which the world

has ever seen; that which marks the third is a mere cloud-castle, an

inverted pyramid, not of speculation, but of dogmatic assertion, patched

together from all accessible rags and bones of the dead world. Some

here will, perhaps, guess from my rough descriptions, that I speak of

Iamblichus and Proclus.

Whether or not Iamblichus wrote the famous work usually attributed to

him, which describes itself as the letter of Abamnon the Teacher to

Porphyry, he became the head of that school of Neoplatonists who fell

back on theurgy and magic, and utterly swallowed up the more rational,

though more hopeless, school of Porphyry. Not that Porphyry, too, with

all his dislike of magic and the vulgar superstitions--a dislike

intimately connected with his loudly expressed dislike of the common

herd, and therefore of Christianity, as a religion for the common herd--

did not believe a fact or two, which looks to us, nowadays, somewhat

unphilosophical. From him we learn that one Ammonius, trying to crush

Plotinus by magic arts, had his weapons so completely turned against

himself, that all his limbs were contracted. From him we learn that

Plotinus, having summoned in the temple of Isis his familiar spirit, a

god, and not a mere daemon, appeared. He writes sensibly enough however

to one Anebos, an Egyptian priest, stating his doubts as to the popular

notions of the Gods, as beings subject to human passions and vices, and

of theurgy and magic, as material means of compelling them to appear, or

alluring them to favour man. The answer of Abamnon, Anebos, Iamblichus,

or whoever the real author may have been, is worthy of perusal by every

metaphysical student, as a curious phase of thought, not confined to

that time, but rife, under some shape or other, in every age of the

world's history, and in this as much as in any. There are many passages

full of eloquence, many more full of true and noble thought: but on the

whole, it is the sewing of new cloth into an old garment; the attempt to

suit the old superstition to the new one, by eclectically picking and

choosing, and special pleading, on both sides; but the rent is only made

worse. There is no base superstition which Abamnon does not

unconsciously justify. And yet he is rapidly losing sight of the real

eternal human germs of truth round which those superstitions clustered,

and is really further from truth and reason than old Homer or Hesiod,

because further from the simple, universal, everyday facts, and

relations, and duties of man, which are, after all, among the most

mysterious, and also among the most sacred objects which man can

contemplate.

It was not wonderful, however, that Neoplatonism took the course it did.

Spirit, they felt rightly, was meant to rule matter; it was to be freed

from matter only for that very purpose. No one could well deny that.

The philosopher, as he rose and became, according to Plotinus, a god, or

at least approached toward the gods, must partake of some mysterious and

transcendental power. No one could well deny that conclusion, granting

the premiss. But of what power? What had he to show as the result of

his intimate communion with an unseen Being? The Christian Schools, who

held that the spiritual is the moral, answered accordingly. He must

show righteousness, and love, and peace in a Holy Spirit. That is the

likeness of God. In proportion as a man has them, he is partaker of a

Divine nature. He can rise no higher, and he needs no more. Platonists

had said--No, that is only virtue; and virtue is the means, not the end.

We want proof of having something above that; something more than any

man of the herd, any Christian slave, can perform; something above

nature; portents and wonders. So they set to work to perform wonders;

and succeeded, I suppose, more or less. For now one enters into a whole

fairyland of those very phenomena which are puzzling us so nowadays--

ecstasy, clairvoyance, insensibility to pain, cures produced by the

effect of what we now call mesmerism. They are all there, these modern

puzzles, in those old books of the long bygone seekers for wisdom. It

makes us love them, while it saddens us to see that their difficulties

were the same as ours, and that there is nothing new under the sun. Of

course, a great deal of it all was "imagination." But the question

then, as now is, what is this wonder-working imagination?--unless the

word be used as a mere euphemism for lying, which really, in many cases,

is hardly fair. We cannot wonder at the old Neoplatonists for

attributing these strange phenomena to spiritual influence, when we see

some who ought to know better doing the same thing now; and others, who

more wisely believe them to be strictly physical and nervous, so utterly

unable to give reasons for them, that they feel it expedient to ignore

them for awhile, till they know more about those physical phenomena

which can be put under some sort of classification, and attributed to

some sort of inductive law.

But again. These ecstasies, cures, and so forth, brought them rapidly

back to the old priestcrafts. The Egyptian priests, the Babylonian and

Jewish sorcerers, had practised all this as a trade for ages, and

reduced it to an art. It was by sleeping in the temples of the deities,

after due mesmeric manipulations, that cures were even then effected.

Surely the old priests were the people to whom to go for information.

The old philosophers of Greece were venerable. How much more those of

the East, in comparison with whom the Greeks were children? Besides, if

these daemons and deities were so near them, might it not be possible to

behold them? They seemed to have given up caring much for the world and

its course -

Effugerant adytis templisque relictis

Di quibus imperium steterat.

The old priests used to make them appear--perhaps they might do it

again. And if spirit could act directly and preternaturally on matter,

in spite of the laws of matter, perhaps matter might act on spirit.

After all, were matter and spirit so absolutely different? Was not

spirit some sort of pervading essence, some subtle ethereal fluid,

differing from matter principally in being less gross and dense? This

was the point to which they went down rapidly enough; the point to which

all philosophies, I firmly believe, will descend, which do not keep in

sight that the spiritual means the moral. In trying to make it mean

exclusively the intellectual, they will degrade it to mean the merely

logical and abstract; and when that is found to be a barren and lifeless

phantom, a mere projection of the human brain, attributing reality to

mere conceptions and names, and confusing the subject with the object,

as logicians say truly the Neoplatonists did, then in despair, the

school will try to make the spiritual something real, or, at least,

something conceivable, by reinvesting it with the properties of matter,

and talking of it as if it were some manner of gas, or heat, or

electricity, or force, pervading time and space, conditioned by the

accidents of brute matter, and a part of that nature which is born to

die.

The culmination of all this confusion we see in Proclus. The

unfortunate Hypatia, who is the most important personage between him and

Iamblichus, has left no writings to our times; we can only judge of her

doctrine by that of her instructors and her pupils. Proclus was taught

by the men who had heard her lecture; and the golden chain of the

Platonic succession descended from her to him. His throne, however, was

at Athens, not at Alexandria. After the murder of the maiden

philosopher, Neoplatonism prudently retired to Greece. But Proclus is

so essentially the child of the Alexandrian school that we cannot pass

him over. Indeed, according to M. Cousin, as I am credibly informed, he

is the Greek philosopher; the flower and crown of all its schools; in

whom, says the learned Frenchman, "are combined, and from whom shine

forth, in no irregular or uncertain rays, Orpheus, Pythagoras, Plato,

Aristotle, Zeno, Plotinus, Porphyry, and Iamblichus;" and who "had so

comprehended all religions in his mind, and paid them such equal

reverence, that he was, as it were, the priest of the whole universe!"

I have not the honour of knowing much of M. Cousin's works. I never

came across them but on one small matter of fact, and on that I found

him copying at second hand an anachronism which one would have conceived

palpable to any reader of the original authorities. This is all I know

of him, saving these his raptures over Proclus, of which I have quoted

only a small portion, and of which I can only say, in Mr. Thomas

Carlyle's words, "What things men will worship, in their extreme need!"

Other moderns, however, have expressed their admiration of Proclus; and,

no doubt, many neat sayings may be found in him (for after all he was a

Greek), which will be both pleasing and useful to those who consider

philosophic method to consist in putting forth strings of brilliant

apophthegms, careless about either their consistency or coherence: but

of the method of Plato or Aristotle, any more than of that of Kant or

Mill, you will find nothing in him. He seems to my simplicity to be at

once the most timid and servile of commentators, and the most cloudy of

declaimers. He can rave symbolism like Jacob Bohmen, but without an

atom of his originality and earnestness. He can develop an inverted

pyramid of daemonology, like Father Newman himself, but without an atom

of his art, his knowledge of human cravings. He combines all schools,

truly, Chaldee and Egyptian as well as Greek; but only scraps from their

mummies, drops from their quintessences, which satisfy the heart and

conscience as little as they do the logical faculties. His Greek gods

and heroes, even his Alcibiades and Socrates, are "ideas;" that is,

symbols of certain notions or qualities: their flesh and bones, their

heart and brain, have been distilled away, till nothing is left but a

word, a notion, which may patch a hole in his huge heaven-and-earth-

embracing system. He, too, is a commentator and a deducer; all has been

discovered; and he tries to discover nothing more. Those who followed

him seem to have commented on his comments. With him Neoplatonism

properly ends. Is its last utterance a culmination or a fall? Have the

Titans sealed heaven, or died of old age, "exhibiting," as Gibbon says

of them, "a deplorable instance of the senility of the human mind?"

Read Proclus, and judge for yourselves: but first contrive to finish

everything else you have to do which can possibly be useful to any human

being. Life is short, and Art--at least the art of obtaining practical

guidance from the last of the Alexandrians--very long.

And yet--if Proclus and his school became gradually unfaithful to the

great root-idea of their philosophy, we must not imitate them. We must

not believe that the last of the Alexandrians was under no divine

teaching, because he had be-systemed himself into confused notions of

what that teaching was like. Yes, there was good in poor old Proclus;

and it too came from the only source whence all good comes. Were there

no good in him I could not laugh at him as I have done; I could only

hate him. There are moments when he rises above his theories; moments

when he recurs in spirit, if not in the letter, to the faith of Homer,

almost to the faith of Philo. Whether these are the passages of his

which his modern admirers prize most, I cannot tell. I should fancy

not: nevertheless I will read you one of them.

He is about to commence his discourses on the Parmenides, that book in

which we generally now consider that Plato has been most untrue to

himself, and fallen from his usual inductive method to the ground of a

mere e priori theoriser--and yet of which Proclus is reported to have

said, and, I should conceive, said honestly, that if it, the Timaeus,

and the Orphic fragments were preserved, he did not care whether every

other book on earth were destroyed. But how does he commence?

"I pray to all the gods and goddesses to guide my reason in the

speculation which lies before me, and having kindled in me the pure

light of truth, to direct my mind upward to the very knowledge of the

things which are, and to open the doors of my soul to receive the divine

guidance of Plato, and, having directed my knowledge into the very

brightness of being, to withdraw me from the various forms of opinion,

from the apparent wisdom, from the wandering about things which do not

exist, by that purest intellectual exercise about the things which do

exist, whereby alone the eye of the soul is nourished and brightened, as

Socrates says in the Phaedrus; and that the Noetic Gods will give to me

the perfect reason, and the Noeric Gods the power which leads up to

this, and that the rulers of the Universe above the heaven will impart

to me an energy unshaken by material notions and emancipated from them,

and those to whom the world is given as their dominion a winged life,

and the angelic choirs a true manifestation of divine things, and the

good daemons the fulness of the inspiration which comes from the Gods,

and the heroes a grand, and venerable, and lofty fixedness of mind, and

the whole divine race together a perfect preparation for sharing in

Plato's most mystical and far-seeing speculations, which he declares to

us himself in the Parmenides, with the profundity befitting such topics,

but which he (i.e. his master Syrianus) completed by his most pure and

luminous apprehensions, who did most truly share the Platonic feast, and

was the medium for transmitting the divine truth, the guide in our

speculations, and the hierophant of these divine words; who, as I think,

came down as a type of philosophy, to do good to the souls that are

here, in place of idols, sacrifices, and the whole mystery of

purification, a leader of salvation to the men who are now and who shall

be hereafter. And may the whole band of those who are above us be

propitious; and may the whole force which they supply be at hand,

kindling before us that light which, proceeding from them, may guide us

to them."

Surely this is an interesting document. The last Pagan Greek prayer, I

believe, which we have on record; the death-wail of the old world--not

without a touch of melody. One cannot altogether admire the style; it

is inflated, pedantic, written, I fear, with a considerable

consciousness that he was saying the right thing and in the very finest

way: but still it is a prayer. A cry for light--by no means,

certainly, like that noble one in Tennyson's "In Memoriam:"

So runs my dream. But what am I?

An infant crying in the night;

An infant crying for the light;

And with no language but a cry.

Yet he asks for light: perhaps he had settled already for himself--like

too many more of us--what sort of light he chose to have: but still the

eye is turned upward to the sun, not inward in conceited fancy that self

is its own illumination. He asks--surely not in vain. There was light

to be had for asking. That prayer certainly was not answered in the

letter: it may have been ere now in the spirit. And yet it is a sad

prayer enough. Poor old man, and poor old philosophy!

This he and his teachers had gained by despising the simpler and yet far

profounder doctrine of the Christian schools, that the Logos, the Divine

Teacher in whom both Christians and Heathens believed, was the very

archetype of men, and that He had proved that fact by being made flesh,

and dwelling bodily among them, that they might behold His glory, full

of grace and truth, and see that it was at once the perfection of man

and the perfection of God: that that which was most divine was most

human, and that which was most human, most divine. That was the outcome

of their metaphysic, that they had found the Absolute One; because One

existed in whom the apparent antagonism between that which is eternally

and that which becomes in time, between the ideal and the actual,

between the spiritual and the material, in a word, between God and man,

was explained and reconciled for ever.

And Proclus's prayer, on the other hand, was the outcome of the

Neoplatonists' metaphysic, the end of all their search after the One,

the Indivisible, the Absolute, this cry to all manner of innumerable

phantoms, ghosts of ideas, ghosts of traditions, neither things nor

persons, but thoughts, to give the philosopher each something or other,

according to the nature of each. Not that he very clearly defines what

each is to give him; but still he feels himself in want of all manner of

things, and it is as well to have as many friends at court as possible--

Noetic Gods, Noeric Gods, rulers, angels, daemons, heroes--to enable him

to do what? To understand Plato's most mystical and far-seeing

speculations. The Eternal Nous, the Intellectual Teacher has vanished

further and further off; further off still some dim vision of a supreme

Goodness. Infinite spaces above that looms through the mist of the

abyss a Primaeval One. But even that has a predicate, for it is one; it

is not pure essence. Must there not be something beyond that again,

which is not even one, but is nameless, inconceivable, absolute? What

an abyss! How shall the human mind find anything whereon to rest, in

the vast nowhere between it and the object of its search? The search

after the One issues in a wail to the innumerable; and kind gods,

angels, and heroes, not human indeed, but still conceivable enough to

satisfy at least the imagination, step in to fill the void, as they have

done since, and may do again; and so, as Mr. Carlyle has it, "the

bottomless pit got roofed over," as it may be again ere long.

Are we then to say, that Neoplatonism was a failure? That Alexandria,

during four centuries of profound and earnest thought, added nothing?

Heaven forbid that we should say so of a philosophy which has exercised

on European thought, at the crisis of its noblest life and action, an

influence as great as did the Aristotelian system during the Middle

Ages. We must never forget, that during the two centuries which

commence with the fall of Constantinople, and end with our civil wars,

not merely almost all great thinkers, but courtiers, statesmen,

warriors, poets, were more or less Neoplatonists. The Greek

grammarians, who migrated into Italy, brought with them the works of

Plotinus, Iamblichus, and Proclus; and their gorgeous reveries were

welcomed eagerly by the European mind, just revelling in the free

thought of youthful manhood. And yet the Alexandrian impotence for any

practical and social purposes was to be manifested, as utterly as it was

in Alexandria or in Athens of old. Ficinus and Picus of Mirandola

worked no deliverance, either for Italian morals or polity, at a time

when such deliverance was needed bitterly enough. Neoplatonism was

petted by luxurious and heathen popes, as an elegant play of the

cultivated fancy, which could do their real power, their practical

system, neither good nor harm. And one cannot help feeling, while

reading the magnificent oration on Supra-sensual Love, which

Castiglione, in his admirable book "The Courtier," puts into the mouth

of the profligate Bembo, how near mysticism may lie not merely to

dilettantism or to Pharisaism, but to sensuality itself. But in

England, during Elizabeth's reign, the practical weakness of

Neoplatonism was compensated by the noble practical life which men were

compelled to live in those great times; by the strong hold which they

had of the ideas of family and national life, of law and personal faith.

And I cannot but believe it to have been a mighty gain to such men as

Sidney, Raleigh, and Spenser, that they had drunk, however slightly, of

the wells of Proclus and Plotinus. One cannot read Spenser's "Fairy

Queen," above all his Garden of Adonis, and his cantos on Mutability,

without feeling that his Neoplatonism must have kept him safe from many

a dark eschatological superstition, many a narrow and bitter dogmatism,

which was even then tormenting the English mind, and must have helped to

give him altogether a freer and more loving conception, if not a

consistent or accurate one, of the wondrous harmony of that mysterious

analogy between the physical and the spiritual, which alone makes poetry

(and I had almost said philosophy also) possible, and have taught him to

behold alike in suns and planets, in flowers and insects, in man and in

beings higher than man, one glorious order of love and wisdom, linking

them all to Him from whom they all proceed, rays from His cloudless

sunlight, mirrors of His eternal glory.

But as the Elizabethan age, exhausted by its own fertility, gave place

to the Caroline, Neoplatonism ran through much the same changes. It was

good for us, after all, that the plain strength of the Puritans,

unphilosophical as they were, swept it away. One feels in reading the

later Neoplatonists, Henry More, Smith, even Cudworth (valuable as he

is), that the old accursed distinction between the philosopher, the

scholar, the illuminate, and the plain righteous man, was growing up

again very fast. The school from which the "Religio Medici" issued was

not likely to make any bad men good, or any foolish men wise.

Besides, as long as men were continuing to quote poor old Proclus as an

irrefragable authority, and believing that he, forsooth, represented the

sense of Plato, the new-born Baconian philosophy had but little chance

in the world. Bacon had been right in his dislike of Platonism years

before, though he was unjust to Plato himself. It was Proclus whom he

was really reviling; Proclus as Plato's commentator and representative.

The lion had for once got into the ass's skin, and was treated

accordingly. The true Platonic method, that dialectic which the

Alexandrians gradually abandoned, remains yet to be tried, both in

England and in Germany; and I am much mistaken, if, when fairly used, it

be not found the ally, not the enemy, of the Baconian philosophy; in

fact, the inductive method applied to words, as the expressions of

Metaphysic Laws, instead of to natural phenomena, as the expressions of

Physical ones. If you wish to see the highest instances of this method,

read Plato himself, not Proclus. If you wish to see how the same method

can be applied to Christian truth, read the dialectic passages in

Augustine's "Confessions." Whether or not you shall agree with their

conclusions, you will not be likely, if you have a truly scientific

habit of mind, to complain that they want either profundity, severity,

or simplicity.

So concludes the history of one of the Alexandrian schools of

Metaphysic. What was the fate of the other is a subject which I must

postpone to my next Lecture.

LECTURE IV--THE CROSS AND THE CRESCENT

I tried to point out, in my last Lecture, the causes which led to the

decay of the Pagan metaphysic of Alexandria. We have now to consider

the fate of the Christian school.

You may have remarked that I have said little or nothing about the

positive dogmas of Clement, Origen, and their disciples; but have only

brought out the especial points of departure between them and the

Heathens. My reason for so doing was twofold: first, I could not have

examined them without entering on controversial ground; next, I am very

desirous to excite some of my hearers, at least, to examine these

questions for themselves.

I entreat them not to listen to the hasty sneer to which many of late

have given way, that the Alexandrian divines were mere mystics, who

corrupted Christianity by an admixture of Oriental and Greek thought.

My own belief is that they expanded and corroborated Christianity, in

spite of great errors and defects on certain points, far more than they

corrupted it; that they presented it to the minds of cultivated and

scientific men in the only form in which it would have satisfied their

philosophic aspirations, and yet contrived, with wonderful wisdom, to

ground their philosophy on the very same truths which they taught to the

meanest slaves, and to appeal in the philosophers to the same inward

faculty to which they appealed in the slave; namely, to that inward eye,

that moral sense and reason, whereby each and every man can, if he will,

"judge of himself that which is right." I boldly say that I believe the

Alexandrian Christians to have made the best, perhaps the only, attempt

yet made by men, to proclaim a true world-philosophy; whereby I mean a

philosophy common to all races, ranks, and intellects, embracing the

whole phenomena of humanity, and not an arbitrarily small portion of

them, and capable of being understood and appreciated by every human

being from the highest to the lowest. And when you hear of a system of

reserve in teaching, a disciplina arcani, of an esoteric and exoteric,

an inner and outer school, among these men, you must not be frightened

at the words, as if they spoke of priestcraft, or an intellectual

aristocracy, who kept the kernel of the nut for themselves, and gave the

husks to the mob. It was not so with the Christian schools; it was so

with the Heathen ones. The Heathens were content that the mob, the

herd, should have the husks. Their avowed intention and wish was to

leave the herd, as they called them, in the mere outward observance of

the old idolatries, while they themselves, the cultivated philosophers,

had the monopoly of those deeper spiritual truths which were contained

under the old superstitions, and were too sacred to be profaned by the

vulgar eyes. The Christian method was the exact opposite. They boldly

called those vulgar eyes to enter into the very holy of holies, and

there gaze on the very deepest root-ideas of their philosophy. They

owned no ground for their own speculations which was not common to the

harlots and the slaves around. And this was what enabled them to do

this; this was what brought on them the charge of demagogism, the hatred

of philosophers, the persecution of princes--that their ground was a

moral ground, and not a merely intellectual one; that they started, not

from any notions of the understanding, but from the inward conscience,

that truly pure Reason in which the intellectual and the moral spheres

are united, which they believed to exist, however dimmed or crushed, in

every human being, capable of being awakened, purified, and raised up to

a noble and heroic life. They concealed nothing moral from their

disciples: only they forbade them to meddle with intellectual matters,

before they had had a regular intellectual training. The witnesses of

reason and conscience were sufficient guides for all men, and at them

the many might well stop short. The teacher only needed to proceed

further, not into a higher region, but into a lower one, namely, into

the region of the logical understanding, and there make deductions from,

and illustrations of, those higher truths which he held in common with

every slave, and held on the same ground as they.

And the consequence of this method of philosophising was patent. They

were enabled to produce, in the lives of millions, generation after

generation, a more immense moral improvement than the world had ever

seen before. Their disciples did actually become righteous and good

men, just in proportion as they were true to the lessons they learnt.

They did, for centuries, work a distinct and palpable deliverance on the

earth; while all the solemn and earnest meditation of the Neoplatonists,

however good or true, worked no deliverance whatsoever. Plotinus longed

at one time to make a practical attempt. He asked the Emperor

Gallienus, his patron, to rebuild for him a city in Campania; to allow

him to call it Platonopolis, and put it into the hands of him and his

disciples, that they might there realise Plato's ideal republic.

Luckily for the reputation of Neoplatonism, the scheme was swamped by

the courtiers of Gallienus, and the earth was saved the sad and

ludicrous sight of a realised Laputa; probably a very quarrelsome one.

That was his highest practical conception: the foundation of a new

society: not the regeneration of society as it existed.

That work was left for the Christian schools; and up to a certain point

they performed it. They made men good. This was the test, which of the

schools was in the right: this was the test, which of the two had hold

of the eternal roots of metaphysic. Cicero says, that he had learnt

more philosophy from the Laws of the Twelve Tables than from all the

Greeks. Clement and his school might have said the same of the Hebrew

Ten Commandments and Jewish Law, which are so marvellously analogous to

the old Roman laws, founded, as they are, on the belief in a Supreme

Being, a Jupiter--literally a Heavenly Father--who is the source and the

sanction of law; of whose justice man's justice is the pattern; who is

the avenger of crimes against marriage, property, life; on whom depends

the sanctity of an oath. And so, to compare great things with small,

there was a truly practical human element here in the Christian

teaching; purely ethical and metaphysical, and yet palpable to the

simplest and lowest, which gave to it a regenerating force which the

highest efforts of Neoplatonism could never attain.

And yet Alexandrian Christianity, notoriously enough, rotted away, and

perished hideously. Most true. But what if the causes of its decay and

death were owing to its being untrue to itself?

I do not say that they had no excuses for being untrue to their own

faith. We are not here to judge them. That peculiar subtlety of mind,

which rendered the Alexandrians the great thinkers of the then world,

had with Christians, as well as Heathens, the effect of alluring them

away from practice to speculation. The Christian school, as was to be

expected from the moral ground of their philosophy, yielded to it far

more slowly than the Heathen, but they did yield, and especially after

they had conquered and expelled the Heathen school. Moreover, the long

battle with the Heathen school had stirred up in them habits of

exclusiveness, of denunciation; the spirit which cannot assert a fact,

without dogmatising rashly and harshly on the consequences of denying

that fact. Their minds assumed a permanent habit of combativeness.

Having no more Heathens to fight, they began fighting each other,

excommunicating each other; denying to all who differed from them any

share of that light, to claim which for all men had been the very ground

of their philosophy. Not that they would have refused the Logos to all

men in words. They would have cursed a man for denying the existence of

the Logos in every man; but they would have equally cursed him for

acting on his existence in practice, and treating the heretic as one who

had that within him to which a preacher might appeal. Thus they became

Dogmatists; that is, men who assert a truth so fiercely, as to forget

that a truth is meant to be used, and not merely asserted--if, indeed,

the fierce assertion of a truth in frail man is not generally a sign of

some secret doubt of it, and in inverse proportion to his practical

living faith in it: just as he who is always telling you that he is a

man, is not the most likely to behave like a man. And why did this

befall them? Because they forgot practically that the light proceeded

from a Person. They could argue over notions and dogmas deduced from

the notion of His personality: but they were shut up in those notions;

they had forgotten that if He was a Person, His eye was on them, His

rule and kingdom within them; and that if He was a Person, He had a

character, and that that character was a righteous and a loving

character: and therefore they were not ashamed, in defending these

notions and dogmas about Him, to commit acts abhorrent to His character,

to lie, to slander, to intrigue, to hate, even to murder, for the sake

of what they madly called His glory: but which was really only their

own glory--the glory of their own dogmas; of propositions and

conclusions in their own brain, which, true or false, were equally

heretical in their mouths, because they used them only as watchwords of

division. Orthodox or unorthodox, they lost the knowledge of God, for

they lost the knowledge of righteousness, and love, and peace. That

Divine Logos, and theology as a whole, receded further and further aloft

into abysmal heights, as it became a mere dreary system of dead

scientific terms, having no practical bearing on their hearts and lives;

and then they, as the Neoplatonists had done before them, filled up the

void by those daemonologies, images, base Fetish worships, which made

the Mohammedan invaders regard them, and I believe justly, as

polytheists and idolaters, base as the pagan Arabs of the desert.

I cannot but believe them, moreover, to have been untrue to the teaching

of Clement and his school, in that coarse and materialist admiration of

celibacy which ruined Alexandrian society, as their dogmatic ferocity

ruined Alexandrian thought. The Creed which taught them that in the

person of the Incarnate Logos, that which was most divine had been

proved to be most human, that which was most human had been proved to be

most divine, ought surely to have given to them, as it has given to

modern Europe, nobler, clearer, simpler views of the true relation of

the sexes. However, on this matter they did not see their way.

Perhaps, in so debased an age, so profligate a world, as that out of

which Christianity had risen, it was impossible to see the true beauty

and sanctity of those primary bonds of humanity. And while the relation

of the sexes was looked on in a wrong light, all other social relations

were necessarily also misconceived. "The very ideas of family and

national life," as it has been said, "those two divine roots of the

Church, severed from which she is certain to wither away into that most

cruel and most godless of spectres, a religious world, had perished in

the East, from the evil influence of the universal practice of slave-

holding, as well as from the degradation of that Jewish nation which had

been for ages the great witness for these ideas; and all classes, like

their forefather Adam--like, indeed, the Old Adam--the selfish,

cowardly, brute nature in every man and in every age--were shifting the

blame of sin from their own consciences to human relationships and

duties, and therein, to the God who had appointed them; and saying, as

of old, 'The woman whom Thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the

tree, and I did eat.'"

Much as Christianity did, even in Egypt, for woman, by asserting her

moral and spiritual equality with the man, there seems to have been no

suspicion that she was the true complement of the man, not merely by

softening him, but by strengthening him; that true manhood can be no

more developed without the influence of the woman, than true womanhood

without the influence of the man. There is no trace among the Egyptian

celibates of that chivalrous woman-worship which our Gothic forefathers

brought with them into the West, which shed a softening and ennobling

light round the mediaeval convent life, and warded off for centuries the

worst effects of monasticism. Among the religious of Egypt, the monk

regarded the nun, the nun the monk, with dread and aversion; while both

looked on the married population of the opposite sex with a coarse

contempt and disgust which is hardly credible, did not the foul records

of it stand written to this day, in Rosweyde's extraordinary "Vitae

Patrum Eremiticorum;" no barren school of metaphysic, truly, for those

who are philosophic enough to believe that all phenomena whatsoever of

the human mind are worthy matter for scientific induction.

And thus grew up in Egypt a monastic world, of such vastness that it was

said to equal in number the laity. This produced, no doubt, an enormous

increase in the actual amount of moral evil. But it produced three

other effects, which were the ruin of Alexandria. First, a continually

growing enervation and numerical decrease of the population; next, a

carelessness of, and contempt for social and political life; and lastly,

a most brutalising effect on the lay population; who, told that they

were, and believing themselves to be, beings of a lower order, and

living by a lower standard, sank down more and more generation after

generation. They were of the world, and the ways of the world they must

follow. Political life had no inherent sanctity or nobleness; why act

holily and nobly in it? Family life had no inherent sanctity or

nobleness; why act holily and nobly in it either, if there were no holy,

noble, and divine principle or ground for it? And thus grew up, both in

Egypt, Syria, and Byzantium, a chaos of profligacy and chicanery, in

rulers and people, in the home and the market, in the theatre and the

senate, such as the world has rarely seen before or since; a chaos which

reached its culmination in the seventh century, the age of Justinian and

Theodora, perhaps the two most hideous sovereigns, worshipped by the

most hideous empire of parasites and hypocrites, cowards and wantons,

that ever insulted the long-suffering of a righteous God.

But, for Alexandria at least, the cup was now full. In the year 640 the

Alexandrians were tearing each other in pieces about some Jacobite and

Melchite controversy, to me incomprehensible, to you unimportant,

because the fighters on both sides seem to have lost (as all parties do

in their old age) the knowledge of what they were fighting for, and to

have so bewildered the question with personal intrigues, spites, and

quarrels, as to make it nearly as enigmatic as that famous contemporary

war between the blue and green factions at Constantinople, which began

by backing in the theatre, the charioteers who drove in blue dresses,

against those wild drove in green; then went on to identify themselves

each with one of the prevailing theological factions; gradually

developed, the one into an aristocratic, the other into a democratic,

religious party; and ended by a civil war in the streets of

Constantinople, accompanied by the most horrible excesses, which had

nearly, at one time, given up the city to the flames, and driven

Justinian from his throne.

In the midst of these Jacobite and Melchite controversies and riots,

appeared before the city the armies of certain wild and unlettered Arab

tribes. A short and fruitless struggle followed; and, strange to say, a

few months swept away from the face of the earth, not only the wealth,

the commerce, the castles, and the liberty, but the philosophy and the

Christianity of Alexandria; crushed to powder by one fearful blow, all

that had been built up by Alexander and the Ptolemies, by Clement and

the philosophers, and made void, to all appearance, nine hundred years

of human toil. The people, having no real hold on their hereditary

Creed, accepted, by tens of thousands, that of the Mussulman invaders.

The Christian remnant became tributaries; and Alexandria dwindled, from

that time forth, into a petty seaport town.

And now--can we pass over this new metaphysical school of Alexandria?

Can we help inquiring in what the strength of Islamism lay? I, at

least, cannot. I cannot help feeling that I am bound to examine in what

relation the creed of Omar and Amrou stands to the Alexandrian

speculations of five hundred years, and how it had power to sweep those

speculations utterly from the Eastern mind. It is a difficult problem;

to me, as a Christian priest, a very awful problem. What more awful

historic problem, than to see the lower creed destroying the higher? to

see God, as it were, undoing his own work, and repenting Him that He had

made man? Awful indeed: but I can honestly say, that it is one from

the investigation of which I have learnt--I cannot yet tell how much:

and of this I am sure, that without that old Alexandrian philosophy, I

should not have been able to do justice to Islam; without Islam I should

not have been able to find in that Alexandrian philosophy, an ever-

living and practical element.

I must, however, first entreat you to dismiss from your minds the vulgar

notion that Mohammed was in anywise a bad man, or a conscious deceiver,

pretending to work miracles, or to do things which he did not do. He

sinned in one instance: but, as far as I can see, only in that one--I

mean against what he must have known to be right. I allude to his

relaxing in his own case those wise restrictions on polygamy which he

had proclaimed. And yet, even in this case, the desire for a child may

have been the true cause of his weakness. He did not see the whole

truth, of course: but he was an infinitely better man than the men

around: perhaps, all in all, one of the best men of his day. Many here

may have read Mr. Carlyle's vindication of Mohammed in his Lectures on

Hero Worship; to those who have not, I shall only say, that I entreat

them to do so; and that I assure them, that though I differ in many

things utterly from Mr. Carlyle's inferences and deductions in that

lecture, yet that I am convinced, from my own acquaintance with the

original facts and documents, that the picture there drawn of Mohammed

is a true and a just description of a much-calumniated man.

Now, what was the strength of Islam? The common answer is, fanaticism

and enthusiasm. To such answers I can only rejoin: Such terms must be

defined before they are used, and we must be told what fanaticism and

enthusiasm are. Till then I have no more e priori respect for a long

word ending in -ism or -asm than I have for one ending in -ation or -

ality. But while fanaticism and enthusiasm are being defined--a work

more difficult than is commonly fancied--we will go on to consider

another answer. We are told that the strength of Islam lay in the hope

of their sensuous Paradise and fear of their sensuous Gehenna. If so,

this is the first and last time in the world's history that the strength

of any large body of people--perhaps of any single man--lay in such a

hope. History gives us innumerable proofs that such merely selfish

motives are the parents of slavish impotence, of pedantry and conceit,

of pious frauds, often of the most devilish cruelty: but, as far as my

reading extends, of nothing better. Moreover, the Christian Greeks had

much the same hopes on those points as the Mussulmans; and similar

causes should produce similar effects: but those hopes gave them no

strength. Besides, according to the Mussulmans' own account, this was

not their great inspiring idea; and it is absurd to consider the wild

battle-cries of a few imaginative youths, about black-eyed and green-

kerchiefed Houris calling to them from the skies, as representing the

average feelings of a generation of sober and self-restraining men, who

showed themselves actuated by far higher motives.

Another answer, and one very popular now, is that the Mussulmans were

strong, because they believed what they said; and the Greeks weak,

because they did not believe what they said. From this notion I shall

appeal to another doctrine of the very same men who put it forth, and

ask them, Can any man be strong by believing a lie? Have you not told

us, nobly enough, that every lie is by its nature rotten, doomed to

death, certain to prove its own impotence, and be shattered to atoms the

moment you try to use it, to bring it into rude actual contact with

fact, and Nature, and the eternal laws? Faith to be strong must be

faith in something which is not one's self; faith in something eternal,

something objective, something true, which would exist just as much

though we and all the world disbelieved it. The strength of belief

comes from that which is believed in; if you separate it from that, it

becomes a mere self-opinion, a sensation of positiveness; and what sort

of strength that will give, history will tell us in the tragedies of the

Jews who opposed Titus, of the rabble who followed Walter the Penniless

to the Crusades, of the Munster Anabaptists, and many another sad page

of human folly. It may give the fury of idiots; not the deliberate

might of valiant men. Let us pass this by, then; believing that faith

can only give strength where it is faith in something true and right:

and go on to another answer almost as popular as the last.

We are told that the might of Islam lay in a certain innate force and

savage virtue of the Arab character. If we have discovered this in the

followers of Mohammed, they certainly had not discovered it in

themselves. They spoke of themselves, rightly or wrongly, as men who

had received a divine light, and that light a moral light, to teach them

to love that which was good, and refuse that which was evil; and to that

divine light they stedfastly and honestly attributed every right action

of their lives. Most noble and affecting, in my eyes, is that answer of

Saad's aged envoy to Yezdegird, king of Persia, when he reproached him

with the past savagery and poverty of the Arabs. "Whatsoever thou hast

said," answered the old man, "regarding the former condition of the

Arabs is true. Their food was green lizards; they buried their infant

daughters alive; nay, some of them feasted on dead carcases, and drank

blood; while others slew their kinsfolk, and thought themselves great

and valiant, when by so doing they became possessed of more property.

They were clothed with hair garments, they knew not good from evil, and

made no distinction between that which was lawful and unlawful. Such

was our state; but God in his mercy has sent us, by a holy prophet, a

sacred volume, which teaches us the true faith."

These words, I think, show us the secret of Islam. They are a just

comment on that short and rugged chapter of the Koran which is said to

have been Mohammed's first attempt either at prophecy or writing; when,

after long fasting and meditation among the desert hills, under the

glorious eastern stars, he came down and told his good Kadijah that he

had found a great thing, and that she must help him to write it down.

And what was this which seemed to the unlettered camel-driver so

priceless a treasure? Not merely that God was one God--vast as that

discovery was--but that he was a God "who showeth to man the thing which

he knew not;" a "most merciful God;" a God, in a word, who could be

trusted; a God who would teach and strengthen; a God, as he said, who

would give him courage to set his face like a flint, and would put an

answer in his mouth when his idolatrous countrymen cavilled and sneered

at his message to them, to turn from their idols of wood and stone, and

become righteous men, as Abraham their forefather was righteous.

"A God who showeth to man the thing which he knew not." That idea gave

might to Islam, because it was a real idea, an eternal fact; the result

of a true insight into the character of God. And that idea alone,

believe me, will give conquering might either to creed, philosophy, or

heart of man. Each will be strong, each will endure, in proportion as

it believes that God is one who shows to man the thing which he knew

not: as it believes, in short, in that Logos of which Saint John wrote,

that He was the light who lightens every man who comes into the world.

In a word, the wild Koreish had discovered, more or less clearly, that

end and object of all metaphysic whereof I have already spoken so often;

that external and imperishable beauty for which Plato sought of old; and

had seen that its name was righteousness, and that it dwelt absolutely

in an absolutely righteous person; and moreover, that this person was no

careless self-contented epicurean deity; but that He was, as they loved

to call Him, the most merciful God; that He cared for men; that He

desired to make men righteous. Of that they could not doubt. The fact

was palpable, historic, present. To them the degraded Koreish of the

desert, who as they believed, and I think believed rightly, had fallen

from the old Monotheism of their forefathers Abraham and Ismael, into

the lowest fetishism, and with that into the lowest brutality and

wretchedness--to them, while they were making idols of wood and stone;

eating dead carcases; and burying their daughters alive; careless of

chastity, of justice, of property; sunk in unnatural crimes, dead in

trespasses and sins; hateful and hating one another--a man, one of their

own people had come, saying: "I have a message from the one righteous

God. His curse is on all this, for it is unlike Himself. He will have

you righteous men, after the pattern of your forefather Abraham. Be

that, and arise, body, soul, and spirit, out of your savagery and

brutishness. Then you shall be able to trample under font the

profligate idolaters, to sweep the Greek tyrants from the land which

they have been oppressing for centuries, and to recover the East for its

rightful heirs, the children of Abraham." Was this not, in every sense,

a message from God? I must deny the philosophy of Clement and

Augustine, I must deny my own conscience, my own reason, I must outrage

my own moral sense, and confess that I have no immutable standard of

right, that I know no eternal source of right, if I deny it to have been

one; if I deny what seems to me the palpable historic fact, that those

wild Koreish had in them a reason and a conscience, which could awaken

to that message, and perceive its boundless beauty, its boundless

importance, and that they did accept that message, and lived by it in

proportion as they received it fully, such lives as no men in those

times, and few in after times, have been able to live. If I feel, as I

do feel, that Abubekr, Omar, Abu Obeidah, and Amrou, were better men

than I am, I must throw away all that Philo--all that a Higher

authority--has taught me: or I must attribute their lofty virtues to

the one source of all in man which is not selfishness, and fancy, and

fury, and blindness as of the beasts which perish.

Why, then, has Islamism become one of the most patent and complete

failures upon earth, if the true test of a system's success be the

gradual progress and amelioration of the human beings who are under its

influence? First, I believe, from its allowing polygamy. I do not

judge Mohammed for having allowed it. He found it one of the ancestral

and immemorial customs of his nation. He found it throughout the Hebrew

Scriptures. He found it in the case of Abraham, his ideal man; and, as

he believed, the divinely-inspired ancestor of his race. It seemed to

him that what was right for Abraham, could not be wrong for an Arab.

God shall judge him, not I. Moreover, the Christians of the East,

divided into either monks or profligates; and with far lower and more

brutal notions of the married state than were to be found in Arab poetry

and legend, were the very last men on earth to make him feel the eternal

and divine beauty of that pure wedded love which Christianity has not

only proclaimed, but commanded, and thereby emancipated woman from her

old slavery to the stronger sex. And I believe, from his chivalrous

faithfulness to his good wife Kadijah, as long as she lived, that

Mohammed was a man who could have accepted that great truth in all its

fulness, had he but been taught it. He certainly felt the evil of

polyamy so strongly as to restrict it in every possible way, except the

only right way--namely, the proclamation of the true ideal of marriage.

But his ignorance, mistake, sin, if you will, was a deflection from the

right law, from the true constitution of man, and therefore it avenged

itself. That chivalrous respect for woman, which was so strong in the

early Mohammedans, died out. The women themselves--who, in the first

few years of Islamism, rose as the men rose, and became their helpmates,

counsellors, and fellow-warriors--degenerated rapidly into mere

playthings. I need not enter into the painful subject of woman's

present position in the East, and the social consequences thereof. But

I firmly believe, not merely as a theory, but as a fact which may be

proved by abundant evidence, that to polygamy alone is owing nine-tenths

of the present decay and old age of every Mussulman nation; and that

till it be utterly abolished, all Western civilisation and capital, and

all the civil and religious liberty on earth, will not avail one jot

toward their revival. You must regenerate the family before you can

regenerate the nation, and the relation of husband and wife before the

family; because, as long as the root is corrupt, the fruit will be

corrupt also.

But there is another cause of the failure of Islamism, more intimately

connected with those metaphysical questions which we have been hitherto

principally considering.

Among the first Mussulmans, as I have said, there was generally the most

intense belief in each man that he was personally under a divine guide

and teacher. But their creed contained nothing which could keep up that

belief in the minds of succeeding generations. They had destroyed the

good with the evil, and they paid the penalty of their undistinguishing

wrath. In sweeping away the idolatries and fetish worships of the

Syrian Catholics, the Mussulmans had swept away also that doctrine which

alone can deliver men from idolatry and fetish worships--if not outward

and material ones, yet the still more subtle, and therefore more

dangerous idolatries of the intellect. For they had swept away the

belief in the Logos; in a divine teacher of every human soul, who was,

in some mysterious way, the pattern and antitype of human virtue and

wisdom. And more, they had swept away that belief in the incarnation of

the Logos, which alone can make man feel that his divine teacher is one

who can enter into the human duties, sorrows, doubts, of each human

spirit. And, therefore, when Mohammed and his personal friends were

dead, the belief in a present divine teacher, on the whole, died with

them; and the Mussulmans began to put the Koran in the place of Him of

whom the Koran spoke. They began to worship the book--which after all

is not a book, but only an irregular collection of Mohammed's

meditations, and notes for sermons--with the most slavish and ridiculous

idolatry. They fell into a cabbalism, and a superstitious reverence for

the mere letters and words of the Koran, to which the cabbalism of the

old Rabbis was moderate and rational. They surrounded it, and the

history of Mohammed, with all ridiculous myths, and prodigies, and lying

wonders, whereof the book itself contained not a word; and which

Mohammed, during his existence, had denied and repudiated, saying that

he worked no miracles, and that none were needed; because only reason

was required to show a man the hand of a good God in all human affairs.

Nevertheless, these later Mussulmans found the miracles necessary to

confirm their faith: and why? Because they had lost the sense of a

present God, a God of order; and therefore hankered, as men in such a

mood always will, after prodigious and unnatural proofs of His having

been once present with their founder Mohammed.

And in the meanwhile that absolute and omnipotent Being whom Mohammed,

arising out of his great darkness, had so nobly preached to the Koreish,

receded in the minds of their descendants to an unapproachable and

abysmal distance. For they had lost the sense of His present guidance,

His personal care. They had lost all which could connect Him with the

working of their own souls, with their human duties and struggles, with

the belief that His mercy and love were counterparts of human mercy and

human love; in plain English, that He was loving and merciful at all.

The change came very gradually, thank God; you may read of noble sayings

and deeds here and there, for many centuries after Mohammed: but it

came; and then their belief in God's omnipotence and absoluteness

dwindled into the most dark, and slavish, and benumbing fatalism. His

unchangeableness became in their minds not an unchangeable purpose to

teach, forgive, and deliver men--as it seemed to Mohammed to have been--

but a mere brute necessity, an unchangeable purpose to have His own way,

whatsoever that way might be. That dark fatalism, also, has helped

toward the decay of the Mohammedan nations. It has made them careless

of self-improvement; faithless of the possibility of progress; and has

kept, and will keep, the Mohammedan nations, in all intellectual

matters, whole ages behind the Christian nations of the West.

How far the story of Omar's commanding the baths of Alexandria to be

heated with the books from the great library is true, we shall never

know. Some have doubted the story altogether: but so many fresh

corroborations of it are said to have been lately discovered, in Arabic

writers, that I can hardly doubt that it had some foundation in fact.

One cannot but believe that John Philoponus, the last of the Alexandrian

grammarians, when he asked his patron Amrou the gift of the library,

took care to save some, at least, of its treasures; and howsoever

strongly Omar may have felt or said that all books which agreed with the

Koran were useless, and all which disagreed with it only fit to be

destroyed, the general feeling of the Mohammedan leaders was very

different. As they settled in the various countries which they

conquered, education seems to have been considered by them an important

object. We even find some of them, in the same generation as Mohammed,

obeying strictly the Prophet's command to send all captive children to

school--a fact which speaks as well for the Mussulmans' good sense, as

it speaks ill for the state of education among the degraded descendants

of the Greek conquerors of the East. Gradually philosophic Schools

arose, first at Bagdad, and then at Cordova; and the Arabs carried on

the task of commenting on Aristotle's Logic, and Ptolemy's Megiste

Syntaxis--which last acquired from them the name of Almagest, by which

it was so long known during the Middle Ages.

But they did little but comment, though there was no Neoplatonic or

mystic element in their commentaries. It seems as if Alexandria was

preordained, by its very central position, to be the city of

commentators, not of originators. It is worthy of remark, that

Philoponus, who may be considered as the man who first introduced the

simple warriors of the Koreish to the treasures of Greek thought, seems

to have been the first rebel against the Neoplatonist eclecticism. He

maintained, and truly, that Porphyry, Proclus, and the rest, had

entirely misunderstood Aristotle, when they attempted to reconcile him

with Plato, or incorporate his philosophy into Platonism. Aristotle was

henceforth the text-book of Arab savants. It was natural enough. The

Mussulman mind was trained in habits of absolute obedience to the

authority of fixed dogmas. All those attempts to follow out metaphysic

to its highest object, theology, would be useless if not wrong in the

eyes of a Mussulman, who had already his simple and sharply-defined

creed on all matters relating to the unseen world. With him metaphysic

was a study altogether divorced from man's higher life and aspirations.

So also were physics. What need had he of Cosmogonies? what need to

trace the relations between man and the universe, or the universe and

its Maker? He had his definite material Elysium and Tartarus, as the

only ultimate relation between man and the universe; his dogma of an

absolute fiat, creating arbitrary and once for all, as the only relation

between the universe and its Maker: and further it was not lawful to

speculate. The idea which I believe unites both physic and metaphysic

with man's highest inspirations and widest speculations--the Alexandria

idea of the Logos, of the Deity working in time and space by successive

thoughts--he had not heard of; for it was dead, as I have said, in

Alexandria itself; and if he had heard of it, he would have spurned it

as detracting from the absoluteness of that abysmal one Being, of whom

he so nobly yet so partially bore witness. So it was to be; doubtless

it was right that it should be so. Man's eye is too narrow to see a

whole truth, his brain too weak to carry a whole truth. Better for him,

and better for the world, is perhaps the method on which man has been

educated in every age, by which to each school, or party, or nation, is

given some one great truth, which they are to work out to its highest

development, to exemplify in actual life, leaving some happier age--

perhaps, alas! only some future state--to reconcile that too favoured

dogma with other truths which lie beside it, and without which it is

always incomplete, and sometimes altogether barren.

But such schools of science, founded on such a ground as this, on the

mere instinct of curiosity, had little chance of originality or

vitality. All the great schools of the world, the elder Greek

philosophy, the Alexandrian, the present Baconian school of physics,

have had a deeper motive for their search, a far higher object which

they hope to discover. But indeed, the Mussulmans did not so much wish

to discover truth, as to cultivate their own intellects. For that

purpose a sharp and subtle systematist, like Aristotle, was the very man

whom they required; and from the destruction of Alexandria may date the

rise of the Aristotelian philosophy. Translations of his works were

made into Arabic, first, it is said, from Persian and Syriac

translations; the former of which had been made during the sixth and

seventh centuries, by the wreck of the Neoplatonist party, during their

visit to the philosophic Chozroos. A century after, they filled

Alexandria. After them Almansoor, Hairoun Alraschid, and their

successors, who patronised the Nestorian Christians, obtained from them

translations of the philosophic, medical, and astronomical Greek works;

while the last of the Omniades, Abdalrahman, had introduced the same

literary taste into Spain, where, in the thirteenth century, Averroes

and Maimonides rivalled the fame of Avicenna, who had flourished at

Bagdad a century before.

But, as I have said already, these Arabs seem to have invented nothing;

they only commented. And yet not only commented; for they preserved for

us those works of whose real value they were so little aware. Averroes,

in quality of commentator on Aristotle, became his rival in the minds of

the mediaeval schoolmen; Avicenna, in quality of commentator on

Hippocrates and Galen, was for centuries the text-book of all European

physicians; while Albatani and Aboul Wefa, as astronomers, commented on

Ptolemy, not however without making a few important additions to his

knowledge; for Aboul Wefa discovered a third inequality of the moon's

motion, in addition to the two mentioned by Ptolemy, which he did,

according to Professor Whewell, in a truly philosophic manner--an

apparently solitary instance, and one which, in its own day, had no

effect; for the fact was forgotten, and rediscovered centuries after by

Tycho Brahe. To Albatani, however, we owe two really valuable

heirlooms. The one is the use of the sine, or half-chord of the double

arc, instead of the chord of the arc itself, which had been employed by

the Greek astronomers; the other, of even more practical benefit, was

the introduction of the present decimal arithmetic, instead of the

troublesome sexagesimal arithmetic of the Greeks. These ten digits,

however, seem, says Professor Whewell, by the confession of the Arabians

themselves, to be of Indian origin, and thus form no exception to the

sterility of the Arabian genius in scientific inventions. Nevertheless

we are bound, in all fairness, to set against his condemnation of the

Arabs Professor De Morgan's opinion of the Moslem, in his article on

Euclid: "Some writers speak slightingly of this progress, the results

of which they are too apt to compare with those of our own time. They

ought rather to place the Saracens by the side of their own Gothic

ancestors; and making some allowance for the more advantageous

circumstances under which the first started, they should view the second

systematically dispersing the remains of Greek civilisation, while the

first were concentrating the geometry of Alexandria, the arithmetic and

algebra of India, and the astronomy of both, to form a nucleus for the

present state of science."

To this article of Professor De Morgan's on Euclid, {2} and to Professor

Whewell's excellent "History of the Inductive Sciences," from which I,

being neither Arabic scholar nor astronomer, have drawn most of my facts

about physical science, I must refer those who wish to know more of the

early rise of physics, and of their preservation by the Arabs, till a

great and unexpected event brought them back again to the quarter of the

globe where they had their birth, and where alone they could be

regenerated into a new and practical life.

That great event was the Crusades. We have heard little of Alexandria

lately. Its intellectual glory had departed westward and eastward, to

Cordova and to Bagdad; its commercial greatness had left it for Cairo

and Damietta. But Egypt was still the centre of communication between

the two great stations of the Moslem power, and indeed, as Mr. Lane has

shown in his most valuable translation of the "Arabian Nights,"

possessed a peculiar life and character of its own.

It was the rash object of the Crusaders to extinguish that life.

Palestine was their first point of attack: but the later Crusaders seem

to have found, like the rest of the world, that the destinies of

Palestine could not be separated from those of Egypt; and to Damietta,

accordingly, was directed that last disastrous attempt of St. Louis,

which all may read so graphically described in the pages of Joinville.

The Crusaders failed utterly of the object at which they aimed. They

succeeded in an object of which they never dreamed; for in those

Crusades the Moslem and the Christian had met face to face, and found

that both were men, that they had a common humanity, a common eternal

standard of nobleness and virtue. So the Christian knights went home

humbler and wiser men, when they found in the Saracen emirs the same

generosity, truth, mercy, chivalrous self-sacrifice, which they had

fancied their own peculiar possession, and added to that, a civilisation

and a learning which they could only admire and imitate. And thus, from

the era of the Crusades, a kindlier feeling sprang up between the

Crescent and the Cross, till it was again broken by the fearful

invasions of the Turks throughout Eastern Europe. The learning of the

Moslem, as well as their commerce, began to pour rapidly into

Christendom, both from Spain, Egypt, and Syria; and thus the Crusaders

were, indeed, rewarded according to their deeds. They had fancied that

they were bound to vindicate the possession of the earth for Him to whom

they believed the earth belonged. He showed them--or rather He has

shown us, their children--that He can vindicate His own dominion better

far than man can do it for Him; and their cruel and unjust aim was

utterly foiled. That was not the way to make men know or obey Him.

They took the sword, and perished by the sword. But the truly noble

element in them--the element which our hearts and reasons recognise and

love, in spite of all the loud words about the folly and fanaticism of

the Crusades, whensoever we read "The Talisman" or "Ivanhoe"--the

element of loyal faith and self-sacrifice--did not go unrequited. They

learnt wider, juster views of man and virtue, which I cannot help

believing must have had great effect in weakening in their minds their

old, exclusive, and bigoted notions, and in paving the way for the great

outburst of free thought, and the great assertion of the dignity of

humanity, which the fifteenth century beheld. They opened a path for

that influx of scientific knowledge which has produced, in after

centuries, the most enormous effects on the welfare of Europe, and made

life possible for millions who would otherwise have been pent within the

narrow bounds of Europe, to devour each other in the struggle for room

and bread.

But those Arabic translations of Greek authors were a fatal gift for

Egypt, and scarcely less fatal gift for Bagdad. In that Almagest of

Ptolemy, in that Organon of Aristotle, which the Crusaders are said to

have brought home, lay, rude and embryotic, the germs of that physical

science, that geographical knowledge which has opened to the European

the commerce and the colonisation of the globe. Within three hundred

years after his works reached Europe, Ptolemy had taught the Portuguese

to sail round Africa; and from that day the stream of eastern wealth

flowed no longer through the Red Sea, or the Persian Gulf, on its way to

the new countries of the West; and not only Alexandria, but Damietta and

Bagdad, dwindled down to their present insignificance. And yet the

whirligig of time brings about its revenges. The stream of commerce is

now rapidly turning back to its old channel; and British science bids

fair to make Alexandria once more the inn of all the nations.

It is with a feeling of awe that one looks upon the huge possibilities

of her future. Her own physical capacities, as the great mind of

Napoleon saw, are what they always have been, inexhaustible; and science

has learnt to set at naught the only defect of situation which has ever

injured her prosperity, namely, the short land passage from the Nile to

the Red Sea. The fate of Palestine is now more than ever bound up with

her fate; and a British or French colony might, holding the two

countries, develop itself into a nation as vast as sprang from

Alexander's handful of Macedonians, and become the meeting point for the

nations of the West and those great Anglo-Saxon peoples who seem

destined to spring up in the Australian ocean. Wide as the dream may

appear, steam has made it a far narrower one than the old actual fact,

that for centuries the Phoenician and the Arabian interchanged at

Alexandria the produce of Britain for that of Ceylon and Hindostan. And

as for intellectual development, though Alexandria wants, as she has

always wanted, that insular and exclusive position which seems almost

necessary to develop original thought and original national life, yet

she may still act as the point of fusion for distinct schools and

polities, and the young and buoyant vigour of the new-born nations may

at once teach, and learn from, the prudence, the experience, the

traditional wisdom of the ancient Europeans.

This vision, however possible, may be a far-off one: but the first step

towards it, at least, is being laid before our eyes--and that is, a

fresh reconciliation between the Crescent and the Cross. Apart from all

political considerations, which would be out of place here, I hail, as a

student of philosophy, the school which is now, both in Alexandria and

in Constantinople, teaching to Moslem and to Christians the same lesson

which the Crusaders learnt in Egypt five hundred years ago. A few

years' more perseverance in the valiant and righteous course which

Britain has now chosen, will reward itself by opening a vast field for

capital and enterprise, for the introduction of civil and religious

liberty among the down-trodden peasantry of Egypt; as the Giaour becomes

an object of respect, and trust, and gratitude to the Moslem; and as the

feeling that Moslem and Giaour own a common humanity, a common eternal

standard of justice and mercy, a common sacred obligation to perform our

promises, and to succour the oppressed, shall have taken place of the

old brute wonder at our careless audacity, and awkward assertion of

power, which now expresses itself in the somewhat left-handed

Alexandrian compliment--"There is one Satan, and there are many Satans:

but there is no Satan like a Frank in a round hat."

It would be both uncourteous and unfair of me to close these my hasty

Lectures, without expressing my hearty thanks for the great courtesy and

kindness which I have received in this my first visit to your most noble

and beautiful city; and often, I am proud to say, from those who differ

from me deeply on many important points; and also for the attention with

which I have been listened to while trying, clumsily enough, to explain

dry and repulsive subjects, and to express opinions which may be new,

and perhaps startling, to many of my hearers. If my imperfect hints

shall have stirred up but one hearer to investigate this obscure and yet

most important subject, and to examine for himself the original

documents, I shall feel that my words in this place have not been spoken

in vain; for even if such a seeker should arrive at conclusions

different from my own (and I pretend to no infallibility), he will at

least have learnt new facts, the parents of new thought, perhaps of new

action; he will have come face to face with new human beings, in whom he

will have been compelled to take a human interest; and will surely rise

from his researches, let them lead him where they will, at least

somewhat of a wider-minded and a wider-hearted man.

Footnotes:

{1} These Lectures were delivered at the Philosophical Institution,

Edinburgh, in February, 1854, at the commencement of the Crimean War.

{2} Smith's "Classical Dictionary."

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