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LONDON : THOMAS 1IA1IBILD, 1E1NTER, SILVKK STKJiET, n REVEREND THEODORE PARKER, OF BOSTON, U.S. Sin, Mathematical Science has its basis in an intelligible starting-point of Truth. Mechanical Science has a starting-point of Truth. All the Phy- sical Sciences have a starting-point of Truth. These starting-points arc so many Principles which govern every subsequent fact in these respective Inquiries ; by the aid of which all problems are solved ; and through which every conclusion, logically arrived at, is known to be true. In like manner Mental Science has a start- ing-point of Truth, by the aid of which all questions of Right and Wrong in Religion, Philosophy, Ethics, Politics, and Social Arrangements are (or may be) infallibly determined. The Truth, or Principle, which forms the starting- point in Mental Science is not the starting-point of Mathematics, or of Mechanics, or of any of the Phy- sical Sciences ; each of these truths being distinct from all the others. To discover, determine, and fix, the Truth which forms the basis of Mental Science is the aim and object of the following pages. All deeply-reflective 117H077 VI DEDICATION. minds have ever looked upon the attainment of this object as a desideratum ; but few, if any, have believed its attainment possible ; and thousands in both He- mispheres will laugh at the attempt, and ridicule the Attempter. Be it so. The work, with a new Preface, is now in the press, and awaits only this Dedication. Your " Ten Sermons of Religion " has just fallen into my hands. Its first forty pages determined me to dedicate to you the humble labours I had until then purposed to dedicate to another to a "Learned Lord," who is, moreover, an Educationist, a Philosopher. But when a Minister of Religion, in manly antagonism to worn-out creeds and formularies of falsehood, takes for his fundamental idea MAN is BY NATURE TRUTHFUL, BY NATURE RELIGIOUS, though that Minister be the son of another soil, the inhabitant of another region, I gladly stretch my hand across the Atlantic to greet him as a brother, and to say God speed to his noble, world-regenerating labours ! I wish, Sir, my very imperfect Book were worthier of your notice and acceptance ; but, such as it is, I take the liberty of Dedicating it to you in admiration of your sentiments, your talents, and your teaching, and as a very trivial token of the respect of, Sir, your mcst obedient Servant, THE AUTHOR. LONDON, December 31st, 1851. PKHEACE TO THE SECOND EDITION. SECTION I. To the man of Wealth, the man of Business, the man of Pleasure, the man of Fashion, to those who are these things only the things " pure and simple" of Fashion, Pleasure, Business, Wealth, we do not ad- dress ourselves : the " Alpha" is no concern of theirs. What is Truth, what are the higher verities of the Intellect and the Understanding the nobler aspira- tions of the Soul to them ? Neither to the Religious man do we address ourselves, the man who has a Creed on which he rests with simpleness of mind and child-like confidence : he is happy whoever else is sad : his name is on the golden roll of blissful im- mortality : he needs no help of ours : our thoughts are not for him. But there are those amongst us millions, may be who do not believe in Wealth, in Commerce, in Pleasure, in Fashion, nor in any Creed with an undivided confidence absorbing their whole souls ; and, consequently, who have moments of rest- lessness, hours of doubt, days and nights of sorrow ; it is to these we fain would whisper, There is Balm in Giload there is a verity deeper, purer, truer, holier than all these for you. Unhappiness is provocative of thought ; but thought which only leads to Scepticism ends where it began. At present there is no Religion i for him who has no Faith. Wanting this, he is re- pudiated and cast out. Neither has the world at present any system of Philosophy which does not launch the Inquirer, rudderless and compassless, on an ocean of Doubt. Philosophy has no recognised V11I PKEFACK. foundation. Religion has no love. Numerous are the Inquirers who need both ; a Religion which benefi- cently embraces all Earth's children, and a Philosophy which has certitude for its base. It is to these Inquirers more especially that the following pages are addressed. We believe that such a Philosophy and such a Religion are possible. Our object is to supply the basis and enunciate the principles on which either must be reared. We believe that the principles which are the basis of one are the basis of both : hence, we . affirm that Philosophy and Religion are one, and that, in the abstract, Knowledge and Good- ness are synonymous terms. By the term Knowledge we mean Truth ; and we hold that all Truth knowable to Man, or conceivable by him, derives its certitude from the First Principle of his being and the Laws which govern it for ever and ever. To establish these propositions, to render this First Principle and these Laws comprehensible to our readers, and thence to arrive at conclusions which logically determine our Rights and Duties religious, moral, social, and political is the sole purpose of the "Alpha." The Athenaeum describes our work as a " New Gospel." Accepting this description by the critic as sincere, though of course intended to be satirical, let us rather describe it as the Soul of the Old Gospel its gross and carnal Body conceived of as defunct. As a book eminently religious, eminently Christian, we offer it to the world ; but we must guard the reader against the notion that in it he will find much resemblance to any creed with which he is previously acquainted. Its Religion resembles that which all truly Christian persons feel in their intercourse with their fellow-men at those moments when their religion has been reduced to action, and when the articles of their faith, and the formularies of their worship, have, for the time, been laid aside or forgotten. It is a religion, not of pro- PREFACE. IX fession but of action ; and, although many will denounce it as deistical and dangerous, it is due to ourselves to say that it can be so denounced only because its author entertains a higher notion of the Creator, and a purer notion of Religion, than creeds enunciate, or Christians of any denomination dare openly profess. It is because our opinions, so far as they meddle with religion, are heretical that we have presumed to select our readers. We desire not to unsettle any man's convictions, especially when these convictions are the basis of his happiness or his hopes. It is to those who have no convictions, and to the Sceptics and Atheists who have everything to gain and nothing to lose by a free inquiry, that we address ourselves in chief. Amongst these we expect to find our critics, men who, anxious for Truth, will test our propositions, and convict us of error if they can. Churches, Corporations, Governments, well-to-do Common-sense men, never argue : they can afford to be silent ; they can pay the highest price for the most magnificently sophistical sneer ; or, if need be, they can, in dignified anger, anathematize and denounce. It was but the other day when a Minister of State presumed to be philosophical in the company of clowns. In defiance of the doctrine of "original Sin," but in the spirit of the first chapter of Genesis, where God himself declares that all he has created is " very good" he told these clowns that " the mind and heart of man are naturally good," that " their children are born good," and that evil comes to their souls from with- out, from pernicious education and example, and the evil influences of society, against which he warned them to protect the souls of their little ones. What was the consequence ? Why, within twenty - four hours of the utterance of this heresy against Churches, Corporations, and Common-sense, albeit b X PREFACE. this same utterance was in homage of God, that great mouth-piece of orthodox respectability, The Times, vomited forth a fifty-thousand-power sneer, composed of the most exquisite raillery, with the most plausible of sophistry for its base, against the man who dared to side with his Maker by a mild denunciation of one of the most blasphemous doctrines of orthodox and " respectable" men. The noble Minister was snubbed and silenced : his heresy was rendered harmless : offended Society was appeased. Here are reasons enough for our wish to steer clear of readers whom we should be certain to offend ; amongst whom we should be liable to do harm instead of good ; and from whom the only mercy we could hope is dignified indifference and contempt. We do not fear criticism. Neither do we fear raillery and denunciation, come whence they might. We desire and court the former because our object is Truth ; but the latter we have no wish wantonly and needlessly to provoke ; hence the care we have taken to particularise the mental leanings of the readers for whom our work is meant. Men may be divided into two classes, those who regard a lifetime as the limit of Man's conscious exist- ence ; and those who believe in an eternity of exist- ence. The latter class stands in need of Religion ; and both stand in need of Philosophy. The object of Philosophy as regards the first must be to render life as long and as happy as possible. The object of Philosophy in reference to the second must be to render existence eternally happy. HAPPINESS must be the aim and object of each individual, in either case ; because, whatever may be supposed to constitute it, or however sought, happiness must be the constant aim of all men. Nature having rendered the pursuit of happiness a necessity, it follows that as much as he can fairly obtain of it is every man's inalienable right. PREFACE. XI SUPPOSE HUMAN EXISTENCE TO BE FOR THE BRIEF AND TERMINABLE PERIOD ONLY, it is dear that it should be the business of every individual of the species to place himself in such a relationship with other indi- viduals that his own proper share of happiness be secured to him as effectually as possible. A fair share is his right ; and of this right the natural guardian is himself. Hence arises the question What personal qualification will afford him the best security for the maintenance of this right? All experience answers that, if he live in a state of nature, bodily prowess a strong arm, a stubborn will, and a bold heart, are the first requisites ; an acute and crafty intellect the second. Courage and strength of limb he must have, whilst quickness of intellect and cunning would serve as adjuncts to the others : but, if he agree to make one in a community of men, he must rely less on his personal prowess than on the higher qualities of his intellect, because the latter will best enable him to take care that the laws and regulations of the Community be just and equitable,- 1 at any rate, that they be not wftjust to him. In either case, the greater his Intel- ligence, the greater will be his security against any unfair practices on the part of others by which his own fair share of happiness, or his means of pursuing it, might be abridged. But now, on the other hand, IF MORTAL LIFE BE ONLY THE BEGINNING OF AN EXIST- ENCE WHICH is NEVER TO END Happiness being still the object of that existence the question still arises, What personal qualification will afford the best security to every individual that his fair chance of procuring the desired happiness (once he knows what it is) shall not be unjustly abridged by others who are engaged in the same pursuit? Before this question can be fully answered, it is, of course, necessary to determine what is the nature of that Happiness which such a 62 Xll PREFACE. man, having such a faith, should seek? This is the great question the question to which the "Alpha" purports to be a full and satisfying reply. But, this question apart, it is clear he has a natural right to pursue this Happiness (if not incompatible with the rights of others), be it what it might; and the question now proposed is What personal qualifica- tions will afford him the best chance of a fair and equitable enjoyment of this right ? As in the former case, so in this : his best security will be found in Intelligence, just in proportion to the advance which has been effected, from the barbarous to a civilized condition, by the community to which he is attached ; the only difference being this, he would have need to cultivate higher and nobler qualities of intellect than would be either profitable or necessary to the denier of a God. Intelligence in both cases being the best security against the cupidity of others, it follows that Philosophy which means systemized Intelligence directed to some special end is the proper and natural refuge of mankind against injustice of every description, even if this Philosophy be not itself the sum total of that very Happiness of which every Soul amongst us is continually in search. Our Phi- losophy, then, has this advantage it is a philosophy for MEN : it is the SAFEST SYSTEM FOR ATHEISTS : IT IS THE ONLY SYSTEM FOR LtfMORTALISTS, AND THE BELIEVERS IN A GOD. Now, of two things, one. Man is an immortal being, or he is not. If not, then he has no Soul, and death terminates his existence. In this case, it is evident that, unless, inconsistently with his principles, it afford him any happiness to be devout, he need not concern himself at all about Religion. His business is to crowd as much enjoyment into his life as possible, whether this enjoyment be sensual, or PREFACE. X1I1 intellectual, or, to vary and economise it both. He has the choice of all, and a limited ability to pursue all, and thence might pursue all, or pursue either. Further, he might be just or unjust grasping and selfish, or unselfishly benign. It is clear, however, that he can have no moral or religious motive for being just; and any accession of power which his intellect affords him will only increase his predilections towards injustice in proportion as it administers to his own enjoyment. If roguery favour his plans he will be a rogue as far as he can consistently w r ith his personal security. If he believes honesty to be the best policy, he will be honest ; if not, he will be the converse of this, and only use the semblance, of honesty as a make-believe and a mask. If canting Hypocrisy favour his purpose he will be a canting hypocrite : in short, he will assume that character which he can best support, or most profitably employ for his own advan- tage ; a community of such men will present all the worst phases of social life ; and all the lowest and basest characteristics of humanity (however disguised by a show of refinement) would be, in the case sup- posed, the natural and leading characteristics of human Society. But, be it observed, General Educa- tion would, even then, afford the best security to every individual against any great preponderance of the power of roguery and hypocrisy in others operating to his individual detriment and disadvantage. Hence, if under such a system, knowledge means knavery, a man's best security must consist in obtaining know- ledge enough to be, with impunity, a knave. Yet, even with the best Education possible under such cir- cumstances, what a low and degrading end would even this best Education subserve ! This is a, fancy picture of a nation of Atheists. How far it resembles the features of any real nation purporting to be Deists and Immortalists, those who best know what Society XIV PREFACE. everywhere is can best judge. " Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles ? By their fruits ye shall know them." Let us now take the other hypothesis, and suppose a nation of Deists all Religionists are Deists be- lieving in the immortality of the soul. If Man is an immortal being, he has a Soul, and this soul must exist for ever ; consequently, it is into the nature of the Soul, and into the nature of the Soul's proper happiness, which it behoves him to inquire ; and, having inquired, to follow out the convictions which ensue, in all their consequences, as the only real object of his existence. His business, therefore, is Philosophy, and his philosophy necessarily takes the form of Reli- gion. Philosophy consists in Knowledge : Religion consists in action. One results from the other ; and it is obvious which must be, in point of time, the first. Philosophy shows him that to pursue physical enjoy- ment as a means of Happiness is to pursue that which cannot continue long which must terminate at death ; and as enjoyment must be either physical or mental the first as limited in its amount as it is limited in its duration, the second as unlimited in amount as it is un- limited in its duration- there can be no difficulty in deciding which of the twain an intelligent and consistent believer in the Soul's immortality must pursue. Now, to say nothing about the proofs or the probabilities of the truth of this latter hypothesis, but confining our- selves merely to the desirableness to be inferred from the practical results of the two Systems, we would ask the reader this plain question, namely, Whether the Happiness he necessarily seeks is not likely to be better secured to him under a Social System which recognises the Soul's immortality and the overruling providence of a beneficent God, than under a System of Atheism, which, freeing Man from all moral and religious restraint, affords him no exemplar greater PREFACE. XV than himself ; offers no motive to the practice of self- denial ; renders needless, if not superfluous, the culti- vation of all the nobler qualities of the soul ; leaves him at full liberty to be as base-minded as he pleases ; and, instead of repressing those sensual cravings to which he is animally prone, rather offers, in the unreasoning ease by which they can be gratified, a daily and hourly premium for their indulgence ? The answer is obvious. No man who regards himself as a being in any way superior to the brutes could give a preference to the latter System, even were it a mere matter of election as to which of the two would afford him the best chance of obtaining, under them, his own proper share of happiness or enjoyment. Of course we | speak of real Deism and of real Deists, namely, Reli- 1 gionists, not of pious Shams ; for it is notorious that ' they who are Deists only in name, are the most unscru- pulous of Atheists in reality ; arid it would be highly | inconsistent and irrational in any HYBRID ATHEIST to } respect the wants and rights of others, or to love any- thing but himself. AN AVOWED ATHEIST one who is j an Atheist, not for profit and convenience, and behind J a mask, but from conviction and principle may be a man eminently considerate of the rights of others, and thence, in his dealings with them, just. Many are so : and therefore it may be pleaded that Atheism does not necessarily imply such a system as we have just described; and we might be very properly re- minded that the ancient Epicureans their teachings, lives, and virtues, are historical evidences of the con- trary. Rather let us say that a System like theirs, which avowedly had Pleasure for its object, and yet resulted in the practice of self-denial and the noblest virtue, only proves that there is so much of the God in man, and so great an earnest of immortality in his nature, that even Atheists, when philosophers, practi- cally abnegate the very basis of their unbelief by the XVI PREFACE. natural grandeur of their sentiments and acts. " The Garden" of Epicurus, though dedicated to Pleasure, was by philosophy converted into an empyrean-roofed Temple, where the sternest Virtue was enforced as well as taught ; but when the Epicurean principle Plea- sure, was adopted by mere ignorant sensualists, low libidinousness and degrading immorality ensued, and obtained for the " Garden" the undeserved sobri- quet of " The Sty." Educate all men ; make philo- sophers of them, and Atheists must disown their title, and prove the celestial parentage of the Soul and the innate nobility of its nature, BY THEIR ACTS. Ignorant Atheism, like Atheism masked, leads directly to sensuality ; and, on a large scale, would indeed transform the beautiful Garden of the World into a symposium of Saturnalians into a Sensual Sty. But intelligent Atheism would naturally result in Deism : and a belief in the being and providence of a benefi- cent God would necessarily present the highest ideal for our humble imitation. Such an imitation would infallibly result in an intellectual Philosophy based on the noblest principles of man's nature : and as Religion would be a necessity, and as it could not have a surer or nobler basis than philosophy, the basis of the latter would be the basis of the former, and thus Religion and Philosophy would be one. Such a Philosophy is sketched, proposed, and advocated in the "Alpha"; and the questions which next present themselves to the mind of the intelligent reader are Is such a philosophy possible ? practicable ? Is its basis stable? Is its First principle proveable and true ? Candour obliges us to inform the querist that our Critics have answered these questions with a dog- matic No. We shall avail ourselves of our opportunity and our right to reply to them in a separate Section, and, after a few words strictly prefatory, conclude the present Section, under the impression that the reader PREFACE. XV11 might prefer to peruse the work itself before giving his attention to a controversy for which he may not feel either inclined or prepared. The " Alpha" is not a dry, scientific treatise, rendered repulsive by an attempt at logical severity. It is an Essay intended as introductory to a more systematic and laborious work. Our first object was to make it a readable book ; and our Critics, one and all, have done us the honour to admit that our effort in this direction has not been entirely destitute of success. The first four chapters of the work, as far as they meddle with philosophy, are purposely dogmatic ; the next three attempt, by a greater attention to logical precision, to prove the principles we aim to establish ; whilst the eight chapters which form the second part of the work are intended chiefly to show the applica- tion of our principles to the every-day affair's of life. In the execution of our work we consulted no authority ; we sought no help, nor received any ; but trusted to the resources of our own newly-awakened intelligence to work out an accidentally-acquired thought. We mention this as much to enhearten the reader to self-reliance, as to appropriate to ourselves any credit which may be due to the work, or to excuse ourselves from too great blame for its errors. But for self-introspection and self-reliance, the thought which suggested the "Alpha" might never have occurred to us. Whether we should, intellectually, have been losers thereby depends entirely on the truth or falsehood of this originating thought. But to return. Had it been our purpose to write a philosophical Treatise we should have eschewed the dogmatism : and had we been worldly-wise we should most assuredly have avoided the APPLICATION. Our only regret is that our task has been so imperfectly accomplished, and that Truth should look less lovely than it is through lack of genius in its advocate. XV111 PREFACE. SECTION II. To SAY that Critics are sometimes careless about their facts, dull of apprehension, or dishonest by design, is only saying that they are men like the rest of us, worthy or unworthy in proportion as they are wiser or less wise than other men, or as they are more or less superior to the prejudices and other circumstances which influence human acts. Whether our Censors have misunderstood our principles, or purposely misstated, for the pleasure of condemning them, a word or two in self-defence is our right. We certainly ought to be grateful and grateful we are for the very flattering commendations re- garding our " style," and the " general literary treat- ment of the theme," with which their condemnation of our philosophy is so generously interlarded. To The Critic : London Literary Journal we have to acknowledge our obligations for a most fair and liberal notice of our work ; from which we might have extracted a preface for the present edition, in many respects more suitable as conveying a general notion of the contents of our volume than any we could hope to write ourselves, were it not much too complimentary of our labours for even our modesty (described by one of our Critics as "an unknown quantity ") to adopt. First let us say that it is not true, as has been suggested by The Athenceum, that we pilfered our principles from the Buddhists, from Socrates, from Plato, from Origen, from Spinoza, from Bacon, from the Mystics, from the German Philosophers, from the Quakers, from Bailey's " Festus," from Robert Owen, and from we know not how many other worthies of lesser note, who are said " to have preached the PREFACE. XIX abolition of all Governments, Magistrates, and Laws." It is not true that we have availed ourselves of any hints from any of these sources ; and we are the more impelled to give these suggestions an unqualified contradiction, inasmuch as it furnishes some proof of the strength of our position and the truth of our principles that they are countenanced by thinkers of the Ancient and Modern world so eminent as this galaxy of genius, whose works we are supposed to have rifled, but no portion of which, save perhaps, now and then, a stray sentence, and that ill under- stood, had we ever read. The truth is, and if these suggestions of the Reviewer told against our work, the opposing fact must tell quite as forcibly in its favour, about two years before the " Alpha" was pub- lished, that is, about seven years ago, we had under- taken to prepare a series of Papers on Beauty and Taste for the Decorative Art Society. We commenced our task with a determination to make a sturdy attempt to think out the subject for ourselves. Our process was analytical ; but instead of arriving at the First Principle of Beauty, we found the term "Beauty" to be the name of an abstraction and this was a discovery to us ; we then applied the same process to Virtue, Morality, Justice, Conscience, Re- ligion, and the rest of this family of terms, which, since our first acquaintance with Lindley Murray, we had allowed ourselves to think of as the names of things or impersonal existences, and not as the names, of nonentities, or mere abstractions ; so " innocent" were we then of all acquaintance with mental philo- sophy and the jargon of the metaphysicians. We perceived that the whole of these terms represent merely modes of our Intelligence ; hence the idea out of which grew the " Alpha," and the honour which has been awarded us by our Reviewers. It is, however, but justice to say that we know XX PREFACE. enough of some of these works now to relieve us of any suspicion that the charge was wantonly preferred ; and at the same time to make us cautious how we charge others with plagiarism, knowing as we do how the laws of thought necessarily lead divers minds, when engaged in the same inquiries, to the same conclusions ; whilst the Laws of Language have a similar tendency to clothe thoughts that are identical, even in the same form of words ; and all this the more certainly, when the mind, instead of roaming at large in the limitless world of Poetry, is confined to that nar- row circle of self wherein the philosopher, delving for first principles, is constrained to prosecute his search. To avoid writing a book under the designation of a Preface, we will pass over many of the misstate- ments of our Reviewers, and allow their harmless pleasantries (though perpetrated at our expense) to stand as an atonement for their dogmatism, false logic, self-contradictions, and mistakes ; and so pass at once to the criticisms of a Critic who not only misrepresents, and laughs, and dogmatises, and re- prehends, but who most obligingly condescends to argue, and thus affords us a better opportunity of defence than fifty pages of protestations against un- fair treatment could supply. Thus he opens his ruthless attack on our philosophy : " The author of this strange volume comes before the world with lofty pretensions. He is not a truth-seeker, but a truth-propound er ; he brings a revelation, not an inquiry. He pro- nounces all that has gone before all that philo- sophies and religions have offered in the shape of a solution, to be sterile and false. He brings with him that ' Truth which is the exponent of all Truth/ and which sweeps away Philosophy, Religion, Morality, to place in its stead one lumi- nous principle which shall enlighten the world." PREFACE. XXI Before we quote the rebuke which follows this statement, we must take the liberty to say that we are not dogmatic " proponnders " of Truth, but zea- lous inquirers, as is shown by the three chapters devoted to the proof of the truths we aim to establish, as well as by our frequent declaration, in the Preface and throughout the work itself, that, IF our First Principles be true and our reasonings therefrom logical, then is our philosophy true, and all other systems false. But it has pleased the Reviewer to assume the contrary, and thereupon thus to admonish us for our supposed presumption : " Now, it is always a matter of legitimate sus- picion when a man sets himself in antagonism to the whole past ; and this suspicion will operate so injuriously to the author that, instead of listen- ing to his arguments, men will shrug their shoulders and pass on. As a philosopher, there- fore, he has been guilty at the outset of a most unphilosophical disdain for his own race." We have before us a very recent acquisition, and one we prize Mr. G. H. Lewes's " Biographical History of Philosophy," in four volumes, beginning with Thales and ending with Auguste Compte. He there shows us, with the full force of his skill and acuteness, that, of all the Philosophers who have ever lived, and transmitted their labours to us, not one of all of them, nor all of them together, have ever furnished us with a guide to Truth ; and that the only use of studying their exploded systems is to teach us to put no trust in any of them. We believe, in the main, that he is right in his conclusions. Our own experience coincides with the result of his learned labours ; for, although until lately we have been ignorant of these philosophies, we have always felt assured that if any of them contained, what all educated and thoughtful men are ever desirous of XX11 PREFACE. obtaining unerring guides to a knowledge of human rights and duties their principles would necessarily have been as current in the world, and as generally understood, as are the physical principles discovered by Newton, or the Law of the association of ideas propounded by Locke. We agree, therefore, with the Historian of Philosophy, and confidently appeal to HIM against the censure of the Reviewer, more especially as the Reviewer presently echoes the His- torian as to this very fact, and proves that, of all men, lie ought not to have been our accuser. With this, we " shrug our shoulders and pass on " to declare that we really are not guilty of a " disdain for our own race." Our work breathes love to all men ; we war with systems, not with individuals ; with error and falsehood, not with men. " As a philosopher," too, we humbly submit that it was not only no error in us to take our stand on an acknowledged fact, but, this very fact proving the propriety of our endea- vours, it would have been most unphilosophical in us to have overlooked it. If a guide to Truth be still a desideratum a fact established by the Historian of Philosophy nay, by the Reviewer himself it was surely a laudable proceeding on our part to make an effort to discover one. If we have not found it so much the worse for us all. It is a matter, not for exultation, but for sorrow. The Reviewer proceeds : " Setting aside the claims of this writer to a possession of God's truth on the highest of all subjects, let us calmly ask whether he is in the possession of man's truth on the subject or whether even he has a plausible and truthful- looking scheme to propose ? We are bound to answer both questions with an emphatic ' No.' The fault may be in our long training in the old philosophies in a leaven of the world-old igno- rance which may have so dulled our vision, PREFACE. XX111 that we cannot recognise the pure white of truth." Of course, the Reader need not be told that the last portion of the paragraph just quoted is cleverly ironical ; but he may not be aware that the old philo- sophers for whom the Reviewer professes so much reverence were all of them Metaphysicians : bearing this in mind, let us see what all this pretended reve- rence amounts to, when it pleases the writer to assume that " all the ideas " in our volume belong of right to these philosophers, and not to us. " Vice, we are constantly told, is only Igno- rance, and there would be no Virtue were it not for Vice. The author is strangely mistaken in supposing this is a discovery of his own. It is as old as Socrates. Indeed we may say, in passing, that the ideas in this book, so far from being novel, will be recognised by every meta- physical reader as having frequently been pro- mulgated, and as having passed through his, the reader's, mind; but as having passed through it rejected as crude and false." Here, then, we see that the veneration of the Reviewer has suddenly altered into undisguised con- tempt. Here, like the Historian of Philosophy and ourselves, he " sets himself in antagonism to the whole past " with as much, nonchalance as though he had never rebuked us for the like presumption ! We shall presently have occasion to return to the passage last quoted, having introduced it here to show the reader how little of consistency is needed in the com- position of a slashing review. After declaring that "the author is radically un- philosophical in his methods," etc. etc., the Reviewer goes on to say, that " Much demonstration is employed to prove that Intelligence is the Principle of all things, XXIV PREFACE. that God is Intelligence, that Man is a lesser Intelligence, that Intelligence is happiness and perfection, while unhappiness and imperfection result from Ignorance only. If we were all intelligent we should all be virtuous, because ' right convictions compel right sentiments and right actions.' " We believe we have done the author no injustice in this statement, and we fear no con- tradiction from scientific thinkers when we say that such a statement implies a profound disre- gard for philosophic method, and a profound misconception of human nature. We will show this presently ; meanwhile let us simply demur to the gratuitous assumption with which he starts, viz., that Intelligence is the First Prin- ciple of all things." We must ask here, if " much demonstration has been employed to prove" that Intelligence is the First Principle of all things, as is thus admitted by the Reviewer himself, is it not absurd to say, as he has just done, that our proposition is a " gratuitous assump- tion ? " Surely a philosopher so well versed in " scientific methods " ought to be consistent. Surely a gentleman who boasts of his " long training in the old philosophies " ought to be just. That certainly is not an " assumption " which has cost its propounder much demonstration to prove. And what is the "me- thod" taken by the Reviewer to prove that our pro- position is false ? He simply combats it with the ever-ready weapon of Pyrrhonism, " How do you know that ? What do you know of the First Prin- ciple of things ? and what of Intelligence ? " satisfied, apparently, that all Philosophy must crumble into ruins at the first touch of these truth-assaying inter- rogations. But, however this mode of confutation may have answered its purpose when applied to the PREFACE. XXV First Principles of other systems, we think it can be shown to be a proof instead of a confutation of the truth of ours. If Intelligence be not the First Principle of all things, certainly, if it be not " The First Principle of the Human Mind," and if it be not in the very nature of Intelligence to compel its possessor (all irrational influences apart) to act in strict conformity with its dictates, then is our work false and worthless, and the sooner it is forgotten the better : but, on the other hand, if these positions are proved by the very means selected by this acute Re- viewer to demolish them, it is a fair inference that they are true ; and then only has Criticism to do with our ulterior conclusions. The first question, " How do you know that ?" (i. e., that Intelligence is the First Principle of all things) must be taken clearly to admit the only point of real importance for which we contend, namely, the all-importance to Humanity of Intelligence or Know- ledge, because it implies this statement " if you know this, there is an end of the argument ; you are right." It is true our opponent might reply "yes, but you do not know it." We shall see presently that we do know it as completely as we can know anything ; and, moreover, that this also will be presently admitted, in the amplest and most unequivocal manner, by the Reviewer himself. But first let us get both these admissions from the Reviewer's prototypes the Pyrrhonists or ancient Sceptics, who, like himself, settled everything to their own satisfaction by a " How do you know that?" The Sceptics denied the pos- sibility of all Philosophy because men cannot know things per se ; consequently, they must have held the converse of this, namely, that could men know things per se they would know everything ; they would be (and solely by means of this knowledge) not mere men, but gods. Pyrrhonism is a denial of XXVI PREFACE. everything but this : but of this of the oneness, the all- perfection of knowledge Pyrrhonism is the proof ; for, on this first fact was the Scepticism based which demolished everything except its base: in the very nature of things it could not demolish that. To deny what it affirmed the all-in-all importance of Intelli- gence, would have been, not merely absurd ; it would have been also an abnegation of itself. If absolute Intelligence would raise men into gods, it follows that it is tlis Intelligence which constitutes the god: for, suppose the Intelligence totally absent in either case, all potence is gone, and what remains (if a re- mainder can be conceived of) is felt to be a substance or essence as empty and impotent as the veriest negation. Thus, then, when we have explained, as we shall do presently, what we mean by the term ' ; First Principle," it will be seen, according to the implied admissions of the acutest minds that ever existed amongst men, that " Intelligence is the First Principle of the Human Mind," and "the First Principle of all things :" proof will have been given that we do know this as completely as we can know anything : the " How do you know that " of the Reviewer will have been answered : and the two other questions which accompany it, " What&o you know of the First Principle of things?" and "What do you know of Intelligence ? " will be seen to be far more idle than it were to ask What do you know concerning TIME ? of the man who has obligingly told us what o'clock it is. Let us emphasize another word of this question, a word which the Reviewer does not emphasize ; and let us suppose him to insist on an answer to this form of the question also *' How do you know that ?" We ^eply we know it in the only way Man can know anything ; that is, by means of that Law of his intellectual nature which compels him to believe and acknowledge that the PREFACE. XXV11 whole of anything is greater than a part from the sheer impossibility of denying it. On the Law which compels this assent which compels submission to the evidences supplied by the senses, or the less contro- vertible evidence supplied by the understanding, all Philosophy, all Science, all determinations concern- ing Truth and Falsehood, Right and Wrong, must necessarily be based : and he who can affirm that this LAW is illusory or false, is more or less than Man. Will the Reviewer select either horn of this dilemma ? So far, then, we submit, that the "statement" on which the Reviewer joined issue with us does not " imply a profound disregard for philosophic method," nor " a profound misconception of Human Nature :" and if further proof be wanted of this, further proof will be given as we proceed. We will now explain what we mean by the term " First Principle," by way of answer to another question of the Reviewer : " How can Intelligence be the First Principle of a thing?" What we really mean by the term might be easily gathered from what we have already said ; but to avoid any chance of misconception on the point we will further explain that, by the term First Principle, we mean I lie essential nature of a lliiny ; its motive power ; its sole source of intelligent action. We have, in various portions of our work, and with more regard to scientific precision than in the passage cited by the Reviewer, described " the Human Soul" as " an Intelligent Principle," meaning thereby, the spiritual man the " substance " or reality which has an inherent aptitude for intelligent action, but which, in its incipiency, has to acquire the means of intel- ligent action. It cannot be denied that these means are facts, knowledge, Intelligence : nor will it be denied that Intelligence may be, for all practical c'2 XXV111 PREFACE. purposes, if not with scientific exactness, considered and spoken of as the motive power of this " sub- stance ;" its beginning, or source of action. Mean- ing this, we have described Intelligence as the First Principle of the Human Mind ; and, looking upwards to find a cause of these human conditions, we perceive, through the same process of reasoning, that Intelli- gence (absolute and infinite of course) is the First Principle of all things. This will explain our mean- ing, and, we trust, will be found to be a satisfactory answer to the question propounded by the Reviewer. We know that all intelligent action is the result of Intelligence in the actor. It is a truism. And as Intelligence is, not the intelligent substance, but the motive power of that substance, and as our notion of principle implies action, the term First Principle applied to Intelligence, if not strictly scientific, is not very censurably wrong. We have said that Philo- sophy and Religion are convertible terms, and we find from Mr. Lewes's History that the reverend Scholiasts of the middle ages entertained the same notion. Scotus Erigena said " True Philosophy is true Religion, and true Religion is true Philosophy." Of course a Religion presupposes a God : conse- cmently, our Philosophy, or, if the Reader prefers it, our Religion, is based on the faith (we would fain call it the proof] of the existence of a Supreme Ruler of the Universe, to whom we must necessarily bear a certain relationship (however distant) in spiritual nature or essence ; for otherwise he could not be an object of" adoration to us. Our opponent seems to censure this weakness ; and the following paragraph from his article on our volume will appear a little inconsistent when compared with his apparent reve- rence for the "religions" as well as the "philo- sophies " of which he professed himself the indignant champion in the opening paragraph of his Review. He says : PREFACE. XXIX " Upon this assumption that Intelligence is the Principle, Aim, and End of every created thing, the author bases his system. So long as he remains with the Deity and Creation lie has it all his own way. No man can disprove Cosmology ; for the simple reason that no man can prove it. The author, therefore, may sport as he pleases amidst the chaos of unformed worlds, and tell us ' all about ' them. With First Principles we profess no acquaintance ; as the sailor said of ghosts, ' we don't understand their tackle ;' but when he descends upon earth and speaks of hu- man beings, we begin to feel more confident." Having ventured on the assumption which pro- voked this flash of profane pleasantry in our Censor, we must defend our notion of the Deity by affirming that we but follow the common practice of mankind in describing Him as the very perfection of Men's own ideal of themselves. Savage men, of necessity, imagine a savage God. We bow to the same natural necessity when, deeming Intelligence the glory of humanity, we conceive the same Attribute, in its absoluteness, to be the glory, the power, the perfec- tion of God. With this protest against unfairness, and what has some resemblance to cant, we willingly descend to earth to discuss matters more immediately appertaining to humanity. Instead of " sporting " in the " uncreated worlds " of the Reviewer's imagination, and unphilosophically forgetting that men are only men, the Header wilt find that the direct opposite of this disingenuous sugges- tion is the truth. Of Man W3 write, and of Man's higher nature, and of the Laws of that higher nature, by which his lower nature ought to be (and, in the instance of our Censor, is, no doubt) controlled. To this end we make an effort to prove that knowledge in its very nature is synonymous with our abstract notion of virtue ; hence we conclude that, " Right XXX PREFACE. convictions have a constant tendency to compel right sentiments and right actions." To these propositions the Reviewer objects. He says : "Vice, we are told, is only Ignorance, and there would be no Virtue were it not for Vice. The author is strangely mistaken in supposing this is a discovery of his own. It is as old as Socrates." To this we reply that, if it is proper to designate these propositions of ours " a discovery," IT is AN ADMISSION THAT THEY ARE TRUE : and whether the honour of the discovery belongs to Socrates, or to our- selves, or to both, or to neither, does not in the slightest degree invalidate the facts themselves, or diminish their importance. Often, quite unawares, the truth we seek to hide slips out ; and this fact will be seen to be again and again verified in the article now under review'. But to proceed. The Reviewer says : " The peculiar error to which we now direct attention, viz., that Vice is Ignorance, and that Knowledge compels right actions could only be entertained by one unaccustomed to scientific method." One word here on the subject of " Method," to which the Reviewer attaches so much to our think- ing needless importance. If the " scientific " or other Methods relied on by all previous philosophers have failed to lead to the discovery of a fundamental Truth why so pertinaciously insist on every new aspirant to philosophic honours pursuing one or other of these beaten tracks which experience proves have hitherto led to nothing ? The Reviewer tells us that " The error lies in eliminating from human nature all the conditions except intelligence, and theorizing as to how man would act if they were so constituted. But Nature is not to be coerced by our Philosophy ; on the contrary, she insists PREFACE. XXXI upon our Philosophy taking its shape from her : and this command the ' Alpha ' violates in every chapter." This is a grave charge, bnt it is not true. We do not, however, see that there is any more necessity for the metaphysician, when analysing Mind, to confuse his demonstrations with a dissertation on Physics, than for the Anatomist, in a discourse on the bodily functions, to obscure his demonstrations by inter- mingling them with discussions on the nature of Mind. To know the essential nature of a thing we must consider it in the abstract, entirely separated from everything else : and thus far only are we chargeable with this so-called error of elimination. But that, in our theory of human progression, we have overlooked the conditions which belong to our phy- sical nature, or, knowingly, slighted the claims to consideration of any natural instinct for the more extensive gratification of which the Reviewer may have, either on public or private grounds, an especial wish, by his influence and advocacy, to foster and protect we beg, distinctly, yet respectfully, to deny. Neither are we chargeable if our Principles are true, and they have not yet been shown to be false with any unphilosophical attempt to "coerce Nature"; unless to coerce Nature means and we do not see that it can mean anything else restraining the licen- tiousness of the animal appetites to the moderate gratification of them which satisfies the brute. With this exception if exception it can be called, and of which we see no reason to be ashamed w ? e aitirm that our Philosophy docs " take its form from Nature"; and, consequently, that we do not " violate her commands " at all, much less " in every chapter." Again the Reviewer asks, " But who does not see the vicious reasoning which employs such an IF ?" XXX11 PREFACE. Let us ask the Querist in return, what but for the state of tilings indicated by this " if" were the use to humanity of his learned labours? What is the meaning of all that is being done (whether little or much) under the name of Philosophy, Religion, Morality, Science, Art, Poetry, and Literature in general, to say nothing of Laws, and Magistrates, and Legislators, if it be not, first, that the state of things is confessedly bad ; secondly, that it is possible to improve it ; and, finally, that by these various labours some improvement is both desired and in- tended ? And if all these thinkers and intellectual labourers recognise the work implied in our "if" as work needful to be done, and are sincere in their desire to do it, why should the reasoning of the " Alpha " be denounced as " vicious " for recognising so notorious and palpable a fact ? If the Fact had no existence, all teaching would be needless ; but that it does exist makes evident the only reason that is pos- sible for the existence of a curative philosophy. It is the knowledge of what Man is compared with what he our/lit to be that affords a locus stand i to phi- losophy at all : and it is the business of Philosophy to discover and apply those Laws, by which Nature has ordained that wrong shall be corrected, and " Evil " be converted into good. Then how eminently absurd the objection ! We are next reminded that "Men, as at present constituted, are intelli- gent, but they are also instinctive and emotive beings." The Reviewer knows that we no more doubt or deny all this than he does. But does this form any reason why the ignorant multitude who are, many of them even amongst ourselves, scarcely anything but instinctive and emotive beings should not be educated into intellectual beings also? We believe that they arc poor, and filthy, and ragged, and PREFACE. XX Xlll wretched mainly because they are ignorant. We perceive that the Instincts and Emotions have a tend- ency to make beasts of men, and we aim to correct this tendency in Nature's own way, the only way namely, by universal education. "Intelligence," says the Reviewer, "is one mode of action by which an organization mani- fests itself; but it is only one mode, and is con- trolled by other modes." We contend that when the " other modes " con- trol the Intelligence the tendency is downwards. We think that the Intelligence should control the Passions, and not become their minister and slave. The Re- viewer goes on : " Instincts, Desires, Passions are not less integral portions of the human soul, and they mislead men into vicious actions more than Igno- rance misleads them." But if Instincts, Desires, and Passions " mislead " men as they undoubtedly do the greater the ne- cessity, say we, that Intelligence should modify, limit, and control their action. The Reviewer proceeds : " No greater mistake can be committed than to place all our actions under the impulse of the Intellect, and to suppose that our knowledge of what is right will compel us to do right : ' Video meliora proboque Detcriora sequor ! ' ' I know and testify to the good, yet I follow the bad." We have never assumed or said that, against im- pediments such as social influences arid mere animal appetite, knowledge is absolutely resistless : we are too well aware of the contrary. What we do say is that (apart from all irrational influences) knowledge is resistless. But this we maintain also that there is no power under Heaven but Knowledge (or Belief XXXIV PREFACE. which has the force of Knowledge), by which what- ever is irrational can be eradicated or reformed. The Reviewer denies this : he says : " Social experience has educated social feel- ings : the Intellect has, of course, guided this education it has thrown its light upon the objects but it has not been its motive force." This is a strange passage. What is " social expe- rience " but an accumulation of social knowledge reduced to action, and teaching by personal influence and example ? But he tells us that the Intellect has, 4 ' of course, guided this education"; and it of course how could anything else have been the " motive force " ? Or, supposing a motive force other than Intelligence what is it ? There is a remarkable, a sort of paternal, tender- ness in the claims to respect put forward by the Reviewer for the Instincts, Desires, and Passions ; which, like so many mischievous Pucks and Jack-o'- lanterns, mislead men into moral quagmires even more than Ignorance misleads them. We have had a classic illustration of this charming weakness in the confes- sion of the Roman Poet ; we are to have another example, almost as pleasantly respectable, in the person of the Reviewer will tell us whom : " In the face of this universal experience, how can a man assert that Vice is the same as Igno- rance, and that we do wrong because we are unenlightened, when it is clear that, in most cases, the wrong we do is owing to our instincts and passions disregarding the Intelligence and acting in defiance of it. Take a familiar illustra- tion. Jones is fond of port ; a pint does him no apparent injury ; a bottle makes him quarrel- some, reckless, and profligate. He knows well enough that, if he drink a bottle of port, he will thump his wife, destroy the furniture, pass the PREFACE. XXXV night in a round-house, and suffer terrible head- ache on the morrow. He knows this as well as he knows most things ; he foresees the conse- quences, and drinks the bottle." A man always affirms or denies the converse of what he denies or affirms. Now let us see what the Reviewer affirms in this very choice and " familiar illustration" : why, that, Be a man what he may, he is what he ought to be ! and, consequently, that all progress is impossible, and all education folly. Is THIS the result of " our long training in the old philo- sophies " ! Of course, everybody must sympathise \\ith Jones. It is clear, moreover, that, but for this, not unainiable, indeed, somewhat interesting, pos- sibly even, solitary trait in his character, we should care nothing about Jones. Still, we must take the liberty to say that, apart from its want of pertinence as an illustration of any defect chargeable on the ' Alpha," this specious mode of argument exhibits only a most unphilosophical pandering to Common Sense, which we will take the liberty of describing as The plain, honest reasoning, of plain, honest people, on data which these plain, honest people seldom con- descend to examine, and which are far more frequently based on fundamental falsehood than on fundamental truth. But, in our case, Common Sense is the Culprit ; and, if you make the Culprit the Judge, no marvel, gentlemen Reviewers, should you obtain a verdict against us ; and, once for all, we protest against its arbitrary and superficial decisions. Con- scious, apparently, that his " familiar illustration " is less pertinent than witty, and that it is susceptible of an answer, the Reviewer, with a most laudable can- dour, proceeds to give it : " Now it is quite clear that our opponent might say, Jones only partially foresaw the con- sequences his conviction was not absolute he XXXVI PREFACE. suffered his desires to sophisticate with him he listened to the sneaking suggestion that this time, perhaps, he should not become intoxicated, and so on ; whereas, if he clearly and unmistakably saw his action in its true light saw the inevi- table consequences, and recognised them as inevitable, then he would not drink the bottle. Some such reservation as this must be in the minds of those who talk about Vice being Igno- rance." Must be in the minds of those who talk about Vice being Ignorance ! Why, is it not many times written in the book, on the merits of which this clap- trap is put forth as criticism ? This " reservation " is always made by us. One instance is as good as fifty. Of the ten propositions which are the base of all our arguments and conclusions, each proposition rendered as distinct as typography can make it, and in page 73 of our volume, the second proposition stands thus : " THAT, APART FROM THE INFLUENCES TO WHICH HE MAY BE EITHER AN1MALLY OR CONVEN- TIONALLY SUBJECT, HIS ERRORS ARE ALWAYS IN THE EXACT RATIO OF HIS IGNORANCE." Can there be any excuse for the Ignorance of the Reviewer ? And if not, what then ? The Reviewer might have stopped here ; but, in his simplicity, or in his wilfulness, he proceeds to record an admission which mars all, and which, strangely enough, he prints in italics as though unconscious of the triumph he obtains over himself. These are his words : " Give a man the omniscience of an Anyel and he will act like an Any el" Precisely so : and the more of this omniscience (i. e., Knowledge) you give him, the further you will remove him from the natural condition of the mere Brute. All we have been contending for is granted. All our opponent has been arguing for is given up. PREFACE. XXXV11 The Reviewer's admission, thus stated, affords the following logical results. Give a man the knowledge of an Angel, and he will, intellectually, be an Angel : ergo, KNOWLEDGE CONSTITUTES THE ANGEL. Again. Give a man the knowledge of an Angel, and he must act like an Angel : ergo, KNOWLEDGE is THE ARBITER OF HIS ACTS. It seems somewhat extraordinary that so acute a logician, skilled, too, in methods scientific, should have ventured to draw his crowning conclusion from ANGELS after having so recently confessed that he " didn't understand their tackle." But the fact is, there are few things more difficult when a man will talk than to falsify the convictions which, whether he knows it or not, are a part and parcel of his very nature the Alpha and Omega of his inmost soul. Man is, intellectually, truthful and truth-loving by nature, the gloomy and impious doctrine of " original sin " notwithstanding ; and this is only one of the thousands of proofs which are every day occurring of the fact. The Journal in which the review we have been re- viewing appeared is not remarkable for its orthodoxy. It prides itself, moreover, on its philosophical acumen, on its fairness, on its love of Truth for its own sake, and on its liberality in opening its columns to all opinions from' the super-orthodoxy of his Holiness the Pope to the atheistical heresies of Miss Martineau : why, therefore, our opinions should have been mis- represented therein, if deemed worthy of notice at all, \vc know not : but it is a little singular that, in pur- posely falsifying our proposition so as to bring it within the limited range of a bad joke containing the most execrable philosophy, the Reviewer should have affirmed, by a gratuitous admission, the two funda- mental principles of our work both of which it was the main object of his entire article to confute ! The moral we draw from his misadventure is this : The XXXV111 PREFACE. man who merely argues for Victory should never make admissions. Our other Censors were too wary even to argue. They jested, fibbed, sneered, dogma- tised and won. Now, of all these modes of confuta- tion, the Fib, though an ungentlemanly weapon, is the most effective, because, as we have seen, it begets occasion for the others. Take a specimen of this mode of warfare from another review. We are said to have done wholesale injustice to THE ARTISTS by asserting that " All Art is false Art :" whereas this monstrous Aphorism has been culled out of the following sentence from page 345 of the " Alpha" : e: Our Arts and our Literature should not have a tendency to degrade, to caricature, or to depress Human Nature, but to elevate and ennoble it : All Art is false Art false in its object which has this degrading tendency." Thus, our white has been converted into black; and where is the remedy? Verily, there is an art in everything ; but the art of fabricating evil out of o;ood is a vicious art ; and a O O * profitable one, no doubt, or it would not be so fre- quently practised by Reviewers. We have just said that Men are, intellectually, truthful and truth-loving by nature. We may add that they are time-serving from necessity. We do not mean what is called phi- losophical necessity, but the necessity arising out of conventional circumstances which are alterable by humanity, and wrong because they incline all but the sternest minds to disregard the higher promptings of our better nature, and that greatly to the detri- ment of all. Before we return to the Reviewer on whom we have bestowed so much attention, let us take this opportunity of remarking that, if we rightly understand the fundamental principle of Robert Owen's philosophy (from which it has been said we have borrowed some of our own notions on Social matters) it is that, " Man is the Creature of Circum- PREFACE. XXXI stances." Now, it will be seen that our position is the direct converse of his ; for we maintain that Man has the power to control circumstances, and does control them : and Robert Owen falsifies his own principle, and (unconsciously we presume) relies on ours, when he seeks to alter Man's social condition, which, on his own principle, must be incapable of alteration. Concerning the identity of Knowledge and Virtue, and the intellectual Law which is the arbiter of our rational acts, the positions maintained by us, and denied by the Reviewer our argument, briefly stated, is as follows : If (as we maintain) an inade- quacy of Knowledge is Vice namely, the cause of it, it follows that a sufficiency of Knowledge is Virtue. Again. Tf (as we maintain) a sufficiency of Know- ledge is Virtue namely, the cause of it, it follows that the cause must be, in all cases, competent to the effect predicable therefrom just to the extent that all irrational impediments to the natural operation of this Law the intellectual arbiter of our acts have been removed : and certainly nothing but Knowledge can remove them. This is a simple statement of the , Law for which we argue : but that it is a Law, in the sense that it is universal and unvarying, is the fact the Reviewer denies. He contends that, although knowing two and two to be equal to four, he can act if he pleases, as though he believed the multiple of these numbers to be seven or six. We answer, As a frnc man you cannot ; as a knavv you might : and every one (the Reviewer exceptcd) nvust admit that a man ought not to be a knave. And, if he ought not, then the fewer temptations to knavery that Society puts before him the better; and all the hinderances which operate against his natural reliance on the truth which he knows to be truth, ought, with all practi- cable promptitude, to be for ever removed. But for X PREFACE. a man to say, as is said in a roundabout manner by this Reviewer, that the wish to effect the work of this removal is "idle " because the labour is so " immense," is absurd indeed ; and could only be consistently maintained by a consistent believer in Robert Owen's principle, which abnegates a hereafter, assumes pro- gress to be impossible, and renders Knowledge not worth the sacrifice of a month's animal enjoyment to obtain. We are, however, no enemies, saintly or ascetic, to animal enjoyment ; nor ungrateful that the per- formance of all our animal necessities have been beneficently made instrumental to this enjoyment : but we cannot shut our eyes to a fact which arises out of the circumstances just mentioned, namely, that, contrary to what we observe in the natural economy of the brutes beneath us, Man has converted these means of enjoyment into an institution, culti- vated his animal appetites into a daily-recurring passion, which must be gratified, if possible, at any cost : and, indeed, at what a cost ! What an enor- mous amount of needless misery is entailed by Society on Mankind at large as the inevitable consequence of these natural, but surely not necessary, indulgences ! Simpletons of every class and there are some in all and probably the crowd of Common-sense Men also, will laugh outright at our complaints and lamenta- tions ; but we entreat the Reader to reflect on this matter, and realize the magnitude of its moral for himself. He will be a wiser, perhaps a sadder, but certainly a better man for the meditation, the intro- spection, and the knowledge. In another brief Section we shall apply, to the purposes of our Preface, the arguments we have used in this and the preceding Sections. Here, with some reluctance, but with much respect, we take leave of our unknown antagonist the Reviewer. PREFACE. xli SECTION III. A BOOK which cannot be refuted, except by misrepre- sentation, is, of course, irrefutable. We are not so infatuated as to believe that the "Alpha" cannot be refuted : but the fact that only the species of refuta- tion just mentioned has been hitherto employed by our Censors, leaves us at full liberty to indulge in the assumption. However, that we do not think ourselves infallible, nor our principles beyond the reach of logical discomfiture, will be inferred from our present attempt to strengthen our position against future attacks : and, that we have never exhibited more con- fidence in our principles than every sincere man feels concerning the work which has been to him a labour of love, our volume itself is a sufficient proof. Like the Author of a book just published, having a similar aim with our own, and entitled " Institutes of Metaphysics ; the Theory of Knowing and Being," by James F. Ferrier, A.B., we claim for ourselves this merit at least, that our Philosophy has " a starting- point, a fundamental position," on the truth or false- hood of which every subsequent proposition depends. If this fundamental position cannot be refuted if the Soul be an " Intelligent Principle," and if " Intelli- gence be the First (active) Principle of the Human Mind," it is clear that the System logically based thereon is true ; and not only true, but unassailable when it shall have been cemented in all its parts by a logical synthesis which human reason cannot contro- vert, nor, without being guilty of self-confuting absur- dity deny. We know that an inveterate Scepticism is capable of the latter attempt : and if we can show that Scepticism is based on a self-confuting absurdity, and that it has no base but this which is no base d Xlii PREFACE. we shall disarm Criticism of that weapon, and compel it to reason, and depend on the conclusions of reason, or be silent : for it is monstrous to assume, as Scep- ticism does, that your reason needs a CRITERIUM but mine does not. We shall be told perhaps that the Sceptic does not reason ; that he only doubts. We ask, by way of answer, Of what importance is the doubt of a mere mental Automaton ? But the fact is, all great Sceptics, Pyrrho and Plume for example, were great reasoners, and reasoned themselves into a belief that Reason is not to be relied on : hence their" inquiry, How do you know that Reason is not decep- tive ? Where is your Criterium of Truth ? A Doubter does not stop at doubting ; he denies : nor does he stop at denial ; he affirms. On the plea that there is no Criterium of Reason, he denies that Reason can be relied on ; and thence affirms that all Philosophy is impossible. This is the Sceptic's difficulty. Is it real ? He has a reason for his doubt, and a reason for his affirmation or denial : and here is the absurdity he denies what he affirms, and affirms what he denies. We are obliged by the very constitution of our cog- nitive faculty to rely on Reason, which yet assures us that Reason ought not to be relied on ! Is there any way out of this difficulty ? We think there is. At any rate, a brief colloquy in humble imitation of the manner of Plato, will assist us somewhat in per- ceiving what the difficulty is. Can the same affirmation be both absolutely true and absolutely false ? Certainly not. Then, the Conclusions of Reason cannot be at once both true and false ? They cannot. They must be one or the other ? Clearly. W T hen your Reason tells you that without a Crite- PREFACE. xliil rium of reason, reason cannot be trusted, do you believe your Reason ? I do. Have you any Criterium of the truth of the reason which induces you to conclude that reason without a Criterium might be fallacious ? I have not. And yet you rely on it ? I do. Do you think it absurd to say, with other men, that grass is green, and the sky blue ? I do not. Is there any absurdity in affirming that two parallel lines, though infinitely produced, can never meet ? None. Why? Because I am compelled to admit that their meeting is impossible. What is your Criterium here ? My Reason certainly. Do you feel, in this case, that your Criterium, not being supported by another Criterium, is thence in any way fallacious ? I do not. Do you think the axioms on which the Mathe- matical Sciences are based are either doubtful or erroneous ? Certainly not. Nor, when logically ascertained, that their Conclu- sions are false ? No. Then you do not require any further Criterium than you have at present in proof that a Circle is not a Triangle, that two parallel lines can never meet, that the whole of anything is greater than a part, and that two and two are equal to four ? I do not. d 2 PREFACE. Why? They are too self-evident to be disputed : it is im- possible not to be satisfied that they are true. You have said, have you not, that you need no other Criterium than you have at present in proof that your reason does not deceive you as to the necessity for a Criterium of reason, and of a Criterium of that Crite- rium, ad injinitum ? If I have not already said so I say so now. Does not this admission involve an absurdity ? It appears so, certainly. Is it not clear that Human Reason can be trusted in many cases ? It is. And why not in all ? Because in all cases the Truth is not self-evident. Are not self-evident truths necessary truths ? They are. Are not all truths Necessary whether self-evident to us or not ? Undoubtedly. When self-evident, our present Criterium, that is, our Reason, is sufficient to convince us of their truth ? It is. And when not self-evident we want a further Criterium ? Yes. Then, if all truths were self-evident no Criterium would be needed? None. Is not Reason that faculty of the Soul by which a Being to whom some truths are self-evident and some are not, or to whom some facts are known and others unknown taking self-evident truths, or known facts, as his Criteria arrives at the knowledge of other truths which are more latent and involved ? Such is the process of Reasoning, certainly. PREFACE. xv Then, Reason is Perception ? It would seem so. You have said that if all truths were self-evident no Criterium would be needed ? I have. Meaning thereby that what is known to be true as soon as perceived could not be rendered more evident, or more certain, by any conceivable Criterium ? Yes. In the solution of any complicated problem, is not every fact in the series through which we arrive at the solution a self-evident proposition ? that is self-evident, or nearly so, to him who solves the problem ? Certainly. Could any conceivable Criterium render them more evident ? No. And is not the problem when solved perceived by him who solves it to be as certainly true as any fact in the series by which he arrived at his conclusion ? Undoubtedly. Could any possible Criterium add one iota to our certitude of its truth? Clearly not. Then, if the simplest truths are self-evident, or nearly so, and if the truth contained in the most com- plex proposition is capable of being reduced to self- evident elements, is it not clear that a Criterium of Reason is needless ? It appears so, certainly. And can you form any conception of that which has no conceivable use ? I cannot. A Criterium of Reason is, then, both needless and inconceivable ? It must be so admitted. Xlvi PREFACE. And is it not absurd to desire that which is neither desirable nor possible ? Unless against all reason I deny that Reason can- not be relied on, this also must be admitted. Then our difficulty has vanished : and we may con- tinue to assure ourselves that every proposition which is inconsistent in itself and involves a contradiction, is untenable, absurd, and false. It is not a Criterium of Reason which Man needs to open to his Soul the floodgates of all Truth ; but a PERCEPTION more acute keen as an Angel's ken as all-embracing as a god's as comprehensive as our Ambition as infi- nite as our Hope : and to HIM who gave us this Ambition and this Hope to cheer us onward towards their consummation, be all praise, and glory, and reverence, and honour, for the endowment ! Just to the extent that we truly PERCEIVE, we truly know. We conceive of Being, but PERCEIVE not what Being is. We exist, but perceive not how we exist. We think, but perceive not how we think. We are, but perceive not, WITH THE CLEARNESS OF A GOD'S PER- CEPTION, what we are. The idea of a CRITERIUM is absurd, because no conceivable criterium could render us more wise ; but a more acute, a more enlarged PERCEPTION is what we need to make us what ? not reasoning Men, but all-perceiving gods who have no need of reason. We are Men, not gods. This, and not the want of an impossible Criterium is the Sceptic's difficulty. But the great forerunner of Reason, half-perceiving Hope, tells us, and Reason which halts so far behind our Hope admits it might be true that we are INCIPIENT gods, although not gods full-grown : and whilst the enheartening concep- tion of this glorious Hope whispers that the Soul is but as a caged bird beating its strong wings against the bars which imprison it, impatient for the joy of boundless liberty in the blue and starry infinite PREFACE. beyond, is it not absurd to magnify into a difficulty the necessary fact that Men are merely men, not gods ! as Sceptics do ? Is it one iota less absurd (pardon the incongruity !) than for the seedling oak, reared in a flower-pot, to repine that it is not yet deep-rooted in the forest a giant tree, majestic in its massive bole, its mighty limbs, its myriad leaves, and wide-expanding branches ? that the germ of yesterday is not the instant growth of thrice three hundred years ! But a greater absurdity yet has to be named and answered. We have not, say the Sceptics, the Perception, the Knowledge, of the full-grown god; ergo, Men have no basis for Philo- sophy : Philosophy is impossible. So said the Pyr- rhonists of old : so say their Echoes now. Let us endeavour to dissipate this delusion. What is Philo- sophy ? Assuredly, that Science which charges itself with the discovery of hidden truth. What is its basis ? A limited Perception of Self-evident and necessary truth, which is indissolubly linked to the infinite series of hidden truths beyond it. And what is its process? Logical analysis, synthesis, and in- duction. Were we gods full-grown all truth would be self-evident, and Philosophy would be both need- less and impossible : but as Men are only men sus- ceptible of knowledge needing knowledge from the first dawn of the intellect desiring knowledge having means beyond all other creatures known to us adapted to its attainment endowed with an innate love of Truth, and a criterium within us by which to test its certitude ; Truth being thus a Happiness, a Necessity, a Possibility, and its constant accumula- tion a Progress, which, from the very circumstance of there being an infinity of Truth beyond our mortal ken and grasp, may be and all men hope it will be a Progress capable of continuing to be a Possi- bility, a Necessity, and a Happiness to all of us for xlviii PREFACE. ever, how absurd to say that Philosophy is for Gods who need it not, but that for Men it is an impossibility ! Yet this is Scepticism ! Let us now examine the acknowledged basis on which this Scep- ticism rests. We are told by Mr. G. H. Lewes, in his " Biogra- phical History of Philosophy," that " The stronghold of Scepticism is impregnable. It is this : There is no Criterium of Truth. Plato magnificently developed his Ideal Theory, which Aristotle crushed by proving it to be purely sub- jective. But then the theory of Demonstration, which Aristotle placed in its -stead, was not that equally subjective ? What was this boasted Logic but the systematic arrangement of Ideas obtained originally through Sense ? Aristotle's knowledge could only be a knowledge of phenomena, although he wished to make out a science of Causes. And what are Phenomena ? Phenomena are the Appear- ances of things. But where exists the Criterium of the truth of these Appearances ? How are we to ascertain the exactitude of the accordance of these Appearances with the Things of which they are the Appearances ? We know full well that Things appear differently to us at different times ; appear differently to different individuals ; appear differently to different Animals. Are any of these Appearances true? If so, which are? And how do you know which are ? Moreover, reflect on this : We have five senses', each of which reveals to us a different quality in the object. Thus an Apple is presented to us : we see it, smell it, feel it, taste it, hear it bitten ; and the sight, smell, feeling, taste, and sound, are five different Appearances five different Aspects in which we perceive the Thing. If we had three Senses more, the Thing would have three qualities more ; it would present three more Appearances : if we had PREFACE. xlix three Senses less, the Thing would have but two qualities. Now, are these qualities wholly and entirely dependent upon our Senses, or do they really appertain to the Thing? And do they all appertain to it, or only some of them ? The differences of impressions made on different people, would seem to show that the qualities of things were dependent on the Senses. These differences, at any rate, show that Things do not present one uniform series of Appearances. All we can say with any truth is that Things appear to us in such and such a manner. That we have Sensa- tions is true ; but we cannot say that our Sensations are the true images of the Things. That the Apple we have is brilliant, round, odorous, and sweet, may be very true, if we mean that it appears such to our senses ; but, to keener or duller vision, scent, tact, and taste, it may be dull, rugged, offensive, and insipid. Amidst this confusion of sensuous impres- sions, Philosophers pretend to distinguish the true from the false : they assert that Reason is the Cri- terium of Truth : Reason distinguishes. Plato and Aristotle are herein agreed. Very well, reply the Sceptics, Reason is your Criterium. But what proof have you that this Criterium itself distinguishes truly ? You must not return to Sense : that has been already given up : you must rely upon Reason : and we ask you what proof have you that your Reason never errs, what proof have you that it is ever correct ? A Criterium is wanted for your Criterium, and so on ad infmitum. This argument we hold to be wholly irreversible as far as regards Metaphysical know- ledge." The Historian of Philosophy identifies himself with these dicta of the ancient Sceptics. He commences by affirming that " The Stronghold of Scepticism is impregnable," and ends by telling us that he holds their argument to be " wholly irreversible." We 1 PREFACE. have quoted this 'passage for various purposes, the most important of which is to test the strength of this Stronghold of the Sceptics. We shall fight them with their own weapon. It is affirmed with all the confidence of absolute conviction, First, That SENSE-KNOWLEDGE is delusive, and cannot be relied on. Secondly, That REASON cannot be relied on ; and, thence, Thirdly, That There is no Criterium of Truth. The two last propositions we think we have already confuted. The first we have no intention to confute, believing it to be true ; but we desire to know what " Criterium " the Historian of Philosophy had recourse to in confirmation of its truth. Sense-knowledge, you say, is delusive. How do you know that ? You must not return to Reason ; for Reason, you say, is not to be relied on : and you cannot possibly return to Sense, which you have just taken such pains to prove unworthy of belief. Then, how have you arrived at the knowledge which, with so much confidence, you affirm to be TRUE ? And how do you know that it is true ? We do not deny your fact : we agree with it : and we know that you, like ourselves, must have arrived at the knowledge of this fact, either through the medium of SENSE, or through the medium of REASON. All we want to ascertain is, w/iic/t ? You are thoroughly convinced that the fact you affirm is true, so true that no " Criterium of Truth" other than you have had recourse to, and have so confidently relied on, could render it more believable, or in any way add strength or consistency to your conviction : but since you MUST have relied either on Sense or on Reason, we will vary our question, and ask Whether the Idea which first led to this discovery had its origin WITHIN the Mind, or whether it was derived through PREFACE. li Sense-knowledge obtained from WITHOUT? If from without, your fact originated in Sense, and you have no proof that it is true. If from within, you have an internal CONCEPTION which generates ideas inde- pendently of Sense, and an internal PERCEPTION of congruity, with respect to Ideas, which is your Crite- rium of Truth. Either, then, Sensuous Appearances are NOT delusive, or Reason is our Criterium of Truth. But, as you deny the certitude of BOTH, and must admit the certitude of ONE, or take a third alternative, AND NEVER AGAIN ADMIT OR DENY ANYTHING, W6 leave you to select your horn of this triple dilemma, perceiving that, if true to your principles, you must choose the last, It will perhaps be urged by the Historian of Philosophy that we have done him an injustice here, that his concluding affirmation, fully stated, is, That he holds the Sceptics' Argument " to be wholly irreversible as far as regards METAPHY- SICAL knowledge." It is true we have purposely kept these qualifying words out of view in our comment on the " Argument," because we deemed them to be both impertinent and absurd. Having given us an elaborate proof of the incertitude of Physical know- ledge ; ergo, says our logician, Metaphysical know- ledge has no certitude for its base ! Instead of making an exception in favour of the latter, as (if this be the whole argument) he ought to have done, he makes the exception in favour of the former in defiance of all consistency and truth ! The whole object of his work is less to historize Philosophy than to prove its baselessness and impossibility ; and this is the unassailable " Stronghold" of his proof ! The Reader will now judge whether the " Stronghold" of Scepticism be ''impregnable " or not. We honour Scepticism as long as it has Reason on its side : but the Doubter who doubts all things is irrational ; and lii PREFACE. whenever he presumes to dogmatize is certain to be absurd. That we do not know, and probably, as Men, never shall know Things in their Essences, or, as the Learned say, per se, is at once granted without abate- ment or reservation ; but to what does the admitted fact amount ? To this that Men are not gods ; and therefore, are progressive beings, needing a Philosophy to wean them from error, to render progress delight- ful, and to make radiant and certain every step of the way. All honour to the Men who discovered the 1 Untrustworthiness of Sense ! For twenty centuries it has perplexed deep Thinkers, but it is Truth ! They were but Critics it is true these Sceptics. They discovered the weak points of the ennobling Philosophy of their large-souled precursors and con- temporaries, but they did not substitute anything in its stead. How could they ? They were but Critics, though acute ones, and, like their brethren every- where they neglected to criticise themselves. Their Facts were true ; but of the three negative proposi- tions founded on them, two, we have seen, are false. By the acuteness of their Perception which is Reason, they proved the worth of Reason : and the truth of the Facts they discovered proves the certitude of the " Criterium" they employed. Unless we have egregiously deceived ourselves, Scep- ticism is disarmed; and, consequently, that sceptical arguments, which aim at the subversion of all Philo- sophy, cannot deprive us of the basis of ours. Having, then, disposed of the deniers of Philosophy, let us, in the brief space which remains at our disposal, see whether the arguments which prove the untrust- worthiness of Sense, and throw doubts on the reality of Matter, cannot be converted into a proof of the real existence of the Soul ; and thus disarm Atheism of its PREFACE. Hii chief argument against the existence of a God. If we accomplish this, it is clear that the basis of the "Alpha" cannot be assailed by an universal Negation, nor the ennobling end it aims at be deemed a mere chimera even by the deniers of a God : For if the Soul be an absolute entity, what is to deprive it of being ? The Sceptists' argument is this. Whether Matter really exists we know not ; cannot know ; because all we know of Things external to ourselves is their Sensible Appearances. They ask, Have Form, Colour, Extension, Solidity, Weight (the qualities of what we call Matter) any substantial base, any real, knowable Substratum? The answer is, we know not : cannot know. Could we really know this Substratum we should be certain of the existence of Matter of the reality of an external world : we should know what Matter really is : but this is hopeless ; ergo, We know nothing of Matter : not even that it exists. Now let us adopt the same searching mode of inquiry as to the existence of a Substratum of the intellectual qualities or attributes of Man ; because, according to the acutest thinkers, and according to the Law which determines the convictions of our in- tellectual Nature, all qualities or attributes must have a Substratum, whether we, can arrive at a knowledge of its existence and nature or not. Now, take any three or four of these qualities Thought, Judgment, Memory, Imagination they must inhere to Some- thing. It is possible, barely possible, to suppose and Bishop Berkeley maintained the theory that the external world has no Substratum, no absolute ex- istence, and that, Form, Colour, Extension, Solidity, Weight, are not attributes, but appearances only. And this must be so if Matter has no basis no absolute existence ; for it is impossible to conceive that Nothing can have an attribute. The very state- v PREFACE. ment seems too absurdly self-evident to write. But, of the intellectual qualities or attributes in Man, we know there is a Substratum. We know that these attributes are nothing in themselves that they are all reducible to Intelligence. Now, remove, by the power of abstraction, this Intelligence of which the attributes are merely modes, there is still the Sub- stratum of this Intelligence, the SOMETHING which performs this operation of abstraction, and without which this operation could not be performed. This Something we denominate THE SOUL. We have demonstrated that the Human Soul is a Real Existence ; that Religio-Philosophy is its guide ; that Reason is the all-sufficient Criterium of its Knowledge ; that Knowledge is its great Need, its constant Desire, its sole Principle of Action, the Source of its Power, the only Means of that Pro- gress which is its Happiness for ever. We have shown that this Substratum or Soul is, by the Law of its being, compelled to accept as true whatever it cannot conceive to be otherwise than true; and, thence, that all propositions consistent with or de- pendent on this fundamental or necessary fact, we are, in like manner, compelled to accept as true. For example : We are compelled to believe that the multiple of two and two is four, because we cannot conceive the possibility, in this case, of any other multiple. This fact determined, we are equally con- strained to believe that the multiple of four times four is sixteen ; and thence, all the other truths of Abstract Mathematics. We might be deceived about Concrete Appearances, and about propositions based upon them; but about Things in the abstract, we need not be de- ceived if true to our nature, and obedient to the Law which regulates that nature ; which Law it were idle to suppose deceptive, illusory, or false. THIS is THE LAW WHICH DETERMINES THE TRUTH FOR MAN. It PREFACE. Iv supplies us with a First Truth which we are forced to accept as Truth, and is thence the basis on which every abstract Truth, knowable to Man, is reared : nor is it possible for Man to conceive that this same Truth is not His Truth who ordained the Law, and who subjected our Souls to its irresistible operations. We have shown that Conviction follows irresistibly our perception of every fact the truth of which we are compelled by the Laws of our Understanding to admit, and that this CONVICTION is THE INEXORABLE LAW OF ACTION. Now, this Law leads to the conclusion a conclu- which no sane man will attempt to gainsay That, whatever Circumstances or Influences, personal, moral, social, or religious, which seduce or coerce any man into Untrathfulness, whether of word or deed, are pernicious, corrupt, and degrading ; and, hence, that it is desirable, with all convenient expedition, to sub- vert these irrational influences to the end that Truth might have no impediment ; that Justice might reign in the world; that Love, Harmony, Security, and Peace might dwell amongst us ; that Progress towards perfection might proceed uninterruptedly ; and that Happiness namely, the consciousness of this Progress, might be ours for ever. Friend Reader ! what these influences are, we have endeavoured partly to demonstrate, and partly only to suggest, in the pages which await thy perusal. Permit us one word of advice at parting. It is the illustrious Bacon's, not ours : " Read not to con- tradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider." And so farewell. LONDON, November 22nd, 1854. PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION. IT has frequently been said that there exists a necessity for a New Faith. This volume is intended to supply the want : FAITH IN THE PERFECTIBILITY OF HUMAN NATURE. It is also affirmed that men are yearning for a New Truth. It has been the object of the Author to supply the desideratum : THAT TRUTH WHICH IS THE EXPONENT OF ALL TRUTH. How far he has succeeded in either of these objects will be best ascertained by an attentive and unprejudiced perusal of the following pages. The serious, Truth-seeking Reader will wish the lighter portions of the work away : whilst he who reads chiefly for amusement will perhaps regret that it has not been rendered less serious and more amusing. But for this difference in tastes a smaller book would have sufficed, and the object aimed at would have been more directly, perhaps more success- fully, attained. As it is, however, a perusal of the whole is necessary : and it is hoped that the task will not be found either uninteresting or oppressively laborious. The subject would admit of much greater diffused- ness and elaboration ; but it has been the wish of the Author to be as concise as was consistent with clear- ness ; to suggest the whole subject rather than very minutely to develope it. It has also been his aim, however unsuccessful the attempt, to evolve his thoughts in the fewest words : and this has led him. in the more important portions of the work, to have recourse to Typographical aids for the accomplishment PREFACE. Ivli of his purpose. Some will set down this deviation from what is, usual as a species of Pedantry or Conceit. Others will deem it dogmatical in its character, and a proof of bad Taste. If, however, the peculiarity in question is useful in the attainment of any of the purposes for which especial attention to particular passages might properly be called, it matters but little to what other motive his deviation from the usual practice may be ascribed. The Author is also aware that in his comments on men and things ; on the great Luminaries of the world, and on the Institutions their genius has helped to raise around us he will very frequently seem obnoxious to the charge of Egotism, want of Modesty, and, possibly, to something more heinous than either. But, it should be borne in mind that in all such cases he is not uttering Opinions, nor speaking in his own person or on his own behalf ; but in the sacred name of Truth ; that what he utters (if he has not mis- taken Falsehood for Truth) is not his own, but God's. Whenever what is called Modesty is not the result of Doubt, it is the result of Affectation. Absolute con- viction knows nothing of Modesty ; nor can it be influenced by conventional Taste. It has its work to do, and does it, without intending offence or fearing to inflict it ; without asking itself what the " world" will say and think, or calculating on the consequences. He is, however, fully sensible that what has been attempted in the present work has been but imperfectly accomplished. This is a matter of his own ; and for the inadequacy of the attempt he alone is answerable. Whithersoever Truth has marshalled him he has been obliged to go. O O Whatsoever it has commanded him to utter he has uttered. Whatsoever it has bid him do, to the best of his ability he has done. The mode of utterance he has chosen, and the means he has resorted to for Iviil PREFACE. the accomplishment of his task, are alone the things for which he is responsible : and, in these, he is sufficiently aware of his deficiencies to know that he stands in need of the reader's benevolent forbearance. He has, however, no right to expect immunity from censure ; nor does he seek it. Good intentions are not of themselves sufficient to exonerate misguided Folly from reproach. The volume has been written in haste and amid the pressure of other than literary avocations. If, however, it meets with favour from the Public its Author might find time to improve it : if otherwise, the thought and labour it has cost him will have been a sufficient sacrifice for the oblivion that awaits his lucubrations. It was the Author's intention to publish the work under the fictitious name of the narrator of the expe- riences the book is meant to memorize, but regard to truthfulness has admonished him to abandon the intention. It might be said that the same love of truthfulness ought to have induced him to supply the blank in the title-page by the insertion of his own. If, however, the positions assumed in the " Alpha" are true, a name cannot do anything in the way of enforcing them on the attention of the thinking portion of mankind : and if not true, they will not need the leaden weight of an unknown name to sink them in the stream on which he has had the hardihood to launch them. LONDON, November Uh, 1850. CONTENTS, PAET THE FIKST. CHAPTER I CHAPTER II. CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV. CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI. CHAPTER VII PAET THE SECOND. CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV. CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CONCLUDING CHAPTER 1 19 31 46 59 76 97 123 150 184 220 249 279 305 351 ERRATA. Page 133, line 16 from top, for " shape the Evil," read, shape of the Evil. ,, 153, line 10 from bottom, for "with own,'' read, with his own. ,, 174, line 11 from top, for " placed me" read placed it. 189, line 7 from top, for "Eeligious," read Religions. ,, 193, line 3 from bottom, for "their attainment," read its attainment. ,, 200, line 12 from bottom, for " as this one," read oythis one. 224, line G from top, after " effect," insert to that. 253, line 7 from bottom, for " records," read record. 360, line 17 from bottom, for " the Man," read, tkee Man THE ALPHA. CHAPTER I. INTRODUCTION. IT has long been the fashion amongst travellers to historize their wanderings over the world for the benefit of the stay-at-homes of their native country ; and it must be confessed that many wonderful things have been seen and described by these vagrant gentlemen, and ladies errant, who have so cou- rageously encountered dangers by sea and land for the edification and amazement of their wonder-loving readers. For my own part I have been no great reader of travels ; probably from the accidental circumstance of an early acquaintance with the most veritable, the most entertaining, and, withal, the most instructive specimens of this species of writing that our nation, rich in this literature, affords ; I mean Robinson Crusoe, Peter Wilkins, and Gulliver. After these masterpieces, I confess that the tales of modern travellers have but little charm for me : they are tedious, insipid, and improbable. Every one, however, to his taste : I have mine ; and my reason for intruding it on thy attention, friend reader, is thus early to apprise thee, that though I am myself a traveller, and have seen the greater part of the world's wonders, and have had my share of 2 THE ALPHA. [PAKT I. cockney ecstacy in beholding a sunrise from Mount Blanc, and of seeing the going down of the great luminary with a splendour almost equal to Turner's delineation of that every-day phenomenon, yet I have no intention to describe these raptures under the impression that thou, my dear reader, wouldst care to feast on such delights by proxy. The great Niagara has dashed over my head : I have spent months amongst the Trappers in the bush; I have had my share in perils of all sorts : I have smoked the pipe of peace with the Austral savages in the prairies, and with the polished Arabs on the plains of Palestine. I have fought with the Savages, and discoursed with the High Priest of Mecca. I have seen tempests on the Pacific, and tornadoes on the Plain : I have done battle with the Tiger and the Wild-Boar, and could show scars in proof that I have not escaped scatheless, though I have come off con- queror, in these dare-devil contests. But it is not to the relation of such experiences that I would ask thee to accompany me in these pages. There can be but few who have circumnavigated the globe without some difficulty and danger: and none but the most insensible of mortals could pass over the ruins of ancient kingdoms, or wander for weeks over solitudes where the foot of man had never previously penetrated, without feeling some emotion, and deriving some im- provement. These, however, are all personal matters, and can be of no real interest or importance to others, except in so far as the advantages obtained are com- municable. The result of our experiences arc alone valuable : " The rest is only leather and prunella." As I am not about to write my travels ; and as Men, and their modes of thinking and acting, were the objects of my investigation in these peregrinations, CHAP. I.] THE ALPHA. 3 I will here briefly state the result of my inquiries and observations. In every part of the globe I found the " Many " degraded and miserable ; and the " Few " miserable and luxurious. On the one hand ignorance and servility; on the other, cunning, rapacity, and power. I nowhere found more intelligence than at home ; nor, on the whole, more freedom of action and contentment. I had a great object in my wanderings, but I did not attain that object, or only in part. I travelled to consult mankind at the Anti- podes about that which is always best sought after nearer home. I probed other minds for that which can only be found, if ever found, by sounding the depths and shallows of our own. Some men have spent the best portion of a life- time in exploring the sources of a river : others in digging up the ruins of a city, or penetrating into the hidden mysteries of a pyramid or a people. Curiosity and a love of enterprise have been the chief stimulants to their labours ; and the empty applause of a wonder-loving world, their half-despised, half- coveted reward. But, when the sources of the Nile shall have been found; when the hieroglyphics of Egypt shall have been deciphered ; when Herculaneum shall have been disentombed ; when all the sculptured fragments of ^Egaea and Greece shall have been collected and arranged, will the living world of humanity be either the wiser, the better, or the happier for these labours ? Say the circle had been squared ; perpetual motion found ; the philosopher's stone discovered ; the elixir vitse compounded, and each of us in possession of the immortalizing draught, again, I ask, would mankind be better, wiser, happier, than at present ? In every case I believe the answer must be not a whit ; and probably for the gold and the elixir, far more miserable than ever. That which made a traveller of me, dear reader, and for many B 2 4 THE ALPHA. IPART I. years made every inn or hospitable hut my home, is none of these things ; but I anticipate a smile of pity when I inform thee, as I am about to do, what my object was. Undaunted by the ill-success of the princely Abyssinian, I wandered, dear reader, in quest of happiness. Instead of searching for the sources of the Nile, I have diligently sought for the source of Evil, and the ultimatum of human Good ! Whither I have wandered, what I have seen, what I have felt, are of no consequence : the mode of my operations, and the result of my re- searches, are the things which can alone interest thee. That I have discovered the source of all Evil, and that I have found the happiness I sought, is, however, of consequence as much to thee as to myself ; for if the happiness were not communicable, a good the world at large might share in, it would have been none to me, and, like Rasselas, I should have had my toil in vain ; but, unlike him, I would not have recorded my discomfiture. Having said thus much as to my object, let me proceed to give SOME ACCOUNT OF MYSELF. My name (as the title-page will have informed thee), is Ramus Randolph. I was christened Rarnus after the celebrated French philosopher of the six- teenth century, from whose family I am a collateral descendant ; a Randolph having married a niece of the philosopher in the time of Mary Stuart. Indeed, she was a domestic of the princess and accompanied her to Scotland. Had it not been for the celebrity of Ramus as a scholar, and a martyr to his creed (for he was one of the victims of the massacre of Saint Bartholomew), the Randolphs would never have ac- knowledged a consanguinity to a poor shepherd-boy of Picardy ; for the Randolphs are a proud family, and boast of a descent from I know not what Chieftain CHAP. M THE ALPHA. before Scotland had a king. My father had a literary taste, and was, moreover, somewhat of a connoisseur in Art. Probably these tastes induced my father to bestow on me a literary patronymic, and on an elder brother (respecting whom I shall say a word or two presently) an artistic one : he was christened Raphael. We had a sister whose name was Mary, who died soon after she reached womanhood. Peace to the memory of my sister ! A massive tomb covers her remains : far fitter that those sweet emblems of her spotless mind, the wild- flowers which she loved, had been permitted to shed their dew-tears morning and evening over her too early grave ! Raphael conceived a taste for the Fine Arts ; probably from the circum- stance that he bore a name sacred to one of them. He desired to follow Painting as a profession, and had secretly made some progress in the study. This was needless as regarded his means and prospects, for our family was rich as well as proud, and he its eldest representative. It may be that he had some hidden motive for this desire ; it was, however, opposed vio- lently by my mother, and ultimately abandoned by Raphael. He was a boy of singularly studious habits, and fond of solitude. I know not how it was, but my mother was never fond of him, although his na- ture was most inoffensive and affectionate. I have heard it said that he came into the world a little earlier than he was generally expected, and that the shame of an early imprudence had somehow strangely ripened into a dislike of the object which brought it to her remembrance. I am unskilled in such philosophy, and will leave the matter to those who pretend to a nearer acquaintance with feminine sympathies than I can lay the slightest claim to. Certain it is, however, that he was no favourite with my mother, who be- stowed on me nearly all her care and affection. This my brother's extreme sensitiveness could not bear, THE ALPHA. [PART I. and solitude and study became a passion with him, and a resource. My father had been dead some years, and the management of the family property should have devolved on Raphael, who was of an age to un- dertake it, and possessed discretion and talent enough to have had this confidence reposed in him. He was, however, still a minor, and my mother had the legal disposal of everything until my brother should come of age. Home now became unendurable, and one day Raphael absented himself, leaving a letter addressed to my mother, taking leave of her for ever, and renouncing all claim to his legal rights, which, without his mother's love, he declared to be valueless. He preferred, he said, to lay aside his name, forget his lineage, re- nounce his wealth, and rely on his talents and his virtues to supply their place ; or, if he should fail in this, to meet poverty, and want, and death amongst strangers, rather than submit to unkindness in his paternal home, where he had deserved nothing but respect and love. Another letter was addressed to my sister, of whom he was very fond, taking an affec- tionate farewell of her, "perhaps," he said, "for ever !" and so it proved. Year after year rolled on, but Raphael Randolph was never heard of: not the slightest trace of him could be discovered. I was his junior by eight years, and too young, and too proud of the favouritism I enjoyed, to regard his loss as a circumstance to be much regretted, but he had an advocate in Mary, who taught me afterwards how worthy he was of all my regard and affection. There are but two things in the world which have the power to render a human being utterly selfish : what they are will be seen in the sequel. I was swayed by one of these temptations, but an angel whispered me, and I did not fall. My brother's abandonment of his home, and name, and property ; and my mother's and sister's death, CHAP. I.] THE ALPHA. 7 which occurred some twelve years after his departure ; left me a large revenue at my disposal, but happiness formed no portion of my patrimony. I believe this avowal will be scarcely intelligible to the majority of my readers : young, educated, handsome ; the grand old hall of the Randolphs in the centre of the finest circle of estates in Northumberland for my residence ; friends of my own rank in life ; political prospects before me ; servants, horses, health, and withal un- happy ! I do not mean uneasy, unsettled, undecided ; but objectless, and mentally unhappy. All men are said to be constantly in pursuit of happiness. Gene- rally, however, their aims are definable; they can name their wants wealth, power, pleasure, ease, a wife, or perhaps, a mistress : my aim was undefi- nable : I had no name for it but the vague one, Happiness. It was a soul-yearning after a spiritual good ; the great good, to have which is to have all things ; to want which, though having all besides, is to be destitute ; and feeling the want, to be most wretched. Such was my unenviable lot : but, in looking back to my coming into possession of the temporal advantages just enumerated, I do not regret that I lacked the power to enjoy them after the fashion of the world : indeed; I should now despise myself had it been otherwise. My old steward, Abel Sykes, who had been many years my father's gardener, used to tell me that I was like no one else he had ever met with, and, when a boy, was always unlike other boys. He did not, he said, dislike my odd ways, on the contrary, they rather endeared me to him ; but he could not under- stand why I should avoid my friends, and refuse to mingle in their sports and festivities. Perhaps one of my singularities consisted in this, I never could treat my domestics as menials, and I never had any that did not deserve to be considered friends. One 8 THE ALPHA. [PAKT I. day I remember when Abel had been kindly remon- strating with me about my " odd ways," I let him a little into the cause of my disquietude by remarking that perhaps the real owner of Randolph Hall was toiling for his daily bread. A light broke in on Abel, and he said, as a tear trickled down his furrowed face, " Ay, ay, I had forgot ; though I never forget him in my prayers : but He who feeds the ravens, my dear master, will never forsake Raphael Randolph ; nor will he ever forsake you :" and, turning away to suppress, or more probably to hide, and at the same time to indulge his sorrow, he left me to my reflec- tions. I am not going to recount them : such details are not the purpose of these pages. They were, how- ever, not ungentle, nor confined to my brother and Abel Sykes : they were extended to the entire human family. At that moment my soul signed, as it were, a bond of brotherhood with every creature that can sympathise with another's sorrow. I am not about to hold myself up as a pattern of virtue. I am quite certain that T am no saint. Every man who thinks acts, as far as circumstances will permit him, in con- formity with his convictions. A new conviction had taken possession of my mind ; a conviction which diminished my inquietude, and ultimately gave an object to my being, a reality to my existence. It were to be wished that the wealthy could find time for reflection, and that some such incident as I have been describing could occasionally generate in their minds a new conviction. But of all men, those who are born to idleness have the least leisure, and were they not the most unthinking of mortals, they would certainly be the most unhappy. I have acknowledged that I am no candidate for canonization. To extreme piety, in the world's ac- ceptation of the word, I could never advance the slightest claim : nay, I even deem lightly of that re- CHAP. I.] THE ALPHA. 9 ligion which would make the world a charnel-house, and transform the " human face divine" into the custom-made visage of an undertaker. The happi- ness for which 1 have sighed and sought has no re- ference to "a call :" nor could the most perfect cer- tainty of my being one of the " elect" afford me the slightest consolation. I would not for the world be- lieve that nine- tenths of the human beings I meet are ivithout the pale of salvation, myself the while snugly ensconced within. In such a case I should certainly endeavour to scramble back again, and take my chance with the greatest number. Tf in these particulars, friend reader, we chance to differ, there will, most likely, be no necessity for me to advise thee to shut the book, or, shouldst thou chance to be a "reviewer" of books, to assure thee that thou mayest proceed to damn mine and me with- out further ceremony, and without sympathy or stint. But if thou art an unprejudiced seeker after Truth thou wilt bear with my plain-speaking, and my fa- miliarity, and my egotism, to the end. Were I pro- pounding opinions, it were meet that I should err on the side of modesty rather than of confidence ; but as I write from conviction, and shall be able to give a reason for the faith that is in me, I hope I may, for a brief space, dogmatise without offence. From my childhood I have been addicted to a sort of philosophic seriousness; and on examining the nature of my feelings after Abel had touched the string on which they slept in an uneasy slumber, I perceived that they had more reference to others than concernment for myself; and the discovery was not without a solid and a lasting satisfaction. Years before the occurrence of the incident just referred to, I had indulged in most of the dissipations, in- dulgences, and frivolous pleasures which make up the business of a young man of property and fashion ; 10 THE ALPHA. [PAKT I. and, but for an unspeakable void which even the most innocent of these enjoyments left in my mind, I should have become as selfish and besotted a sen- sualist as any lord or lady in the land. And this is saying a good deal : it is, in fact, the whole of Rous- seau's long-winded " Confessions," and a little more, simmered down to a sentence. It is, indeed, pro- bable, that this volume, as far as it refers to myself, will be viewed by many in the light of " confessions;" for, if Abel Sykes was right in considering my man- ners and modes of thinking totally unlike those of other people, it is to be expected that the results will prove sufficiently unorthodox to be numbered with my sins : but if so, I hope my confessions will pro- cure for me the absolution in such cases made and provided. To begin, I am no sportsman. Even the " gentle Izaac" could never have initiated me into the cruel mystery of baiting hooks, or " playing" with the craftily ensnared denizen of the waters. I should have loved his songs, and tales, and gossiping philo- sophy; but not his unfeeling amusement. The " manly" sport of hunting to the death the timid hare; of "bagging" partridges by the hundred; of butchering deer after the modern " battue" fashion, by wholesale, and for the mere pleasure of the need- less slaughter, though I disgrace and shock the manes of my fierce-minded ancestors, I must confess that I never could perceive the sport, or discover the manliness of such unmitigated savagery. If such is the sport of educated men, of " gentlemen," let us not blame the more innocent and rational amusement of the skittle-ground and ninepins of the hard- worked artisan. Gambling in all its phases I abhor. Steeple- chasing I detest for its brutality. Yet these amuse- ments are the chief components of the " happiness" of men who passed their studious youth in the classic CHAP. I.] THE ALPHA. 11 solitudes of a college ! Again, I confess, such thoughts distressed and disgusted me. I turned my attention to politics : I mixed much with the leading politicians and parliamentary orators of the day. I penetrated into its mysteries, and shrunk from its polluting contact. The happiness I sought did not lie in that direction. At last, dear reader, but this I assure thee was purely an acci- dental circumstance, not a premeditated one I fell in love ! With a young and beautiful "right honour- able" maiden ? No, dear reader. With some dow- ager Countess? No. With the rich widow of a city banker ? No : nor was it with a Dryad, nor a streamlet nymph, nor a sylph, nor a sentimental shep- herdess ; but a glorious woman : a virgin Eve ! a form and stature that would have left Praxiteles no- thing to imagine of feminine perfection had he de- sired a breathing prototype for a Pallas or a Juno. She might have forced Phidias himself to become a copyist, and the Athenians to build another temple to enshrine his peerless labour. Making due allow- ance for the exuberance of love mellowed by time into poetic rapture, such was Ellen Raymond. I have seen eyes as large as Ellen Raymond's : I have seen a mouth as finely modelled : but eyes so full of soul, and lips with such unspeakable expression, never ! Ellen Raymond and this is another of my con- fessions was a cheesemonger's daughter of Cripple- gate, and a niece of Farmer Clutterbuck, the tenant of a little farm belonging to the Randolph estates, about three miles distant from the Hall. When I first saw her she was teaching a libertine honeysuckle to climb, more gracefully than had been its wont, over the en- trance of an arbour in her uncle's garden. Clutter- buck's daughter, a handsome girl of sixteen, was 12 THE ALPHA. U'AKTI. standing near her-watching the operation. Ellen was lightly, but neatly clad : a pale blue ribbon encircled her waist, to which it held prisoner a half-blown rose. A handkerchief of some gossamer-like material had been tied carelessly round her head, apparently to restrain the freedom of her luxuriant hair, which was of the darkest auburn and fell chiefly on one side ; whilst playful zephyrs with a vagrant freedom, wan- toned amongst its wavy entanglements, ever and anon fruitlessly essaying to make pillage of a strag- gling lock. I have named the feeling which then possessed me, Love : it was more like Idolatry : it was Worship, for it carried my thoughts heavenward to the Author of that glorious being ; and I said to my- self, " Can such a creature have been formed for the empty conventionalities of earth ? The soul of the universe might inhabit that fair temple ! no spot or taint of sin should ever touch it !" To have known that she had ever tasted sorrow, would, at that mo- ment, have been the bitterest draught of my existence. I hastened from the spot for fear of profaning it with a sigh. I met Clutterbuck returning from his labours, and inquired of him with as little confusion as I could, the name and history of his fair visitor. These he gave me in a few words, adding that she was the only child of his sister ; had had a good education ; was a very amiable and affectionate girl ; and, finally, was on the eve of marriage with a London clergyman. His daughter Lucy was, he said, to return with her in a few days, and perform the part of bridesmaid at the forthcoming ceremony. Eive-and-twenty years previously Ellen Clutterbuck had been waiting-woman to rny mother; and now she was the wife of a London cheesemonger, and the mother of the noblest creature my eyes had ever looked upon, or my fancy pictured. I did not love flHAp. Li THE ALPHA. 13 the old hall the less on account of these reflections ; but Ellen Raymond could never be its mistress ! and I felt that another void had been created in my mind, since (as I thought) Fate had interposed another barrier betwixt me and happiness. I rode down to Clutterbuck's the next evening, having promised that I would do so, or I should never again have seen the bride-elect of the nameless London clergyman. I partook with them of the evening repast, and con- versed with Ellen much as I might have done with an angel ; that is, I gave occasion to her conversa- tion rather than took part in it : and, although she conversed on ordinary subjects, and in an ordinary manner, but with much good sense and propriety, I felt myself to be of too mortal and gross a nature to do more than make brief replies to her remarks when addressed to me, and ask frivolous questions in return. Once during but, no ! I have forsworn all needless details ; and of all topics, this is the one on which it would be most unseemly to indulge in them. There are some things too holy to be unbosomed even to a most dear friend, much less to be blazoned before the world in printer's ink : one of them is the soul's silent syllablings with its God ; another, the secret aspirations of its earthly love. As long as the world continues ignorant, what is called " worship " will continue to be performed in public ; and men will as publicly, and indelicately, babble about their loves or lusts : but as knowledge increases these improprieties will cease ; realities will be substituted for pretences, and men will be too conscious of the indelicacy of these practices to indulge systematically in either of them. The one savours strongly of cant ; the other of libidinousness. Sincerity and purity revolt at both. The mass of mankind are at present too animally- given to comprehend the sacredness of feelings which to utter would be profanation ; and which can only 14 THE ALPHA. [PART I. be truly communicated from soul to soul by means of that mysterious power, that wordless spirit-lan- guage, Sympathy. I have, however, an object in this narrative of my love, or it would have remained untold for ever. I stayed till near midnight, and then remounted my horse and rode towards the hall of the Randolphs, lighted on my solitary way by the waning moon. Three evenings afterwards I again visited the Cowslip Leasowes, as Clutterbuck's little farm was called, and was a listener rather than a talker on this occasion also. The next day Ellen Raymond and her cousin left Northumberland, and I took them in the old family carriage to the neighbouring town, whence they were to proceed by the mail to the metropolis. On parting with Ellen I said to her, " Should I ever hear of you again in the great world, Miss Ray- mond, by what name shall I know you ?" She replied with ineffable modesty and frankness, that she hoped to live and die Ellen Lackland. We parted. The horses flew along the dusty road like demons, and cloud separated me from all of heaven I had ever seen on earth. Time heals wounds, but it never effaces the re- membrance of their anguish : it also mellows the passions into philosophic calmness, but it never ob- literates first love. The impure animal portion perishes : the spiritual lives for ever. Love is un- selfish, changeless, and eternal. Mine was too etherial, and too intense not to have consumed its possessor had it not been capable of diffusion. My unbreathed devotion for Ellen Raymond was perhaps of too spiritual a nature for creatures subject to all the " skyey influences," and to the cares and vicissitudes of earth : and I have lived long enough to perceive that had my passion been less hopeless, my life had been less happy. The pure angelic being CHAP. I.] THE ALPHA. 15 my soul has ever idolized, may have been, to a certain extent, imaginary ; but not being liable to change, my affection has suffered no abatement. This living image of womanly perfection has been my guardian angel through life : in the thronged city, in the desert, on the trackless deep, it has accompanied me : whithersoever I have wandered, the spirit of my love was there ! I had seen, I had talked to an angel : I had loved that angel with an unuttered, an unutter- able love : no matter that it was an unsyllabled secret : no matter that I had never been loved again ! I have often thought that the rule of the Catholic Church is a wise one which forbids its ministers to marry. He cannot think well for the many who must prudently think first for himself. As society is constituted a married man must be, to a certain ex- tent, a selfish man : and no selfish man was ever thoroughly happy. It was when time had begun to pour its healing balm on my silent anguish, that the conversation with Abel Sykes which has been previously related, led me to perceive that the love I cherished for a single object was capable of diffusion over the entire family of men : that soul is of no sex ; and that wherever there is soul there is something to care for, something to cherish, something to sympathise with and love. It was then I felt that there must be something radically wrong in human society that could in any case restrain this love within the narrow limits of a man's hearth and home. From this moment my life had an object : dim, shadowy, and indefinite it was ; but it was based on a conviction that this beautiful world, and the inner life of humanity have a purpose in them holier than those we apply them to, and capable of all we can conceive of happiness could we but find it out. I determined to attempt this discovery though the attempt should 16 THE ALPHA. cost me my fortune, and only terminate with my mortal life. That I should have succeeded is doubt- ful, had it not been for a circumstance which will be fully described and commented on in its proper place. It will have been perceived that love, and loving service to the human family, was the panacea I relied on as the cure for all evil, arid the source of all happiness : in other words, that riches, both in- tellectual and physical, are given to some and with- held from others, for the common good of all ; that the rich man's happiness grows out of his benevo- lence, whilst the happiness of the poor man springs from the consciousness that he is continually cared for by his more happily-circumstanced and com- passionate brother. It will be seen hereafter that my reasonings were superficial, and my conclusions false : that my theorizings and philosophizings, and the labours they led to, would have been as useless as those of the crowd of philosophers that have from time to time appeared in the world to steal its applause, and have then vanished in the mists they have raised around them, had not a fortuitous light gleamed upon me at the very moment I was about to abandon my well-intentioned labours in despair. For nearly twenty years I was strong in hope : and this hope, which was the spur to my activity, was the nearest approach I could make to happiness. I employed my fortune on every project that promised benefit to humanity. I used my influence to induce others to follow my example. Poverty is an evil : I almost dissipated my revenue to relieve it. Ignorance is an evil : I laboured hard in the work of its removal. Partial laws, tyrannical governments, excessive taxes, are evils : I joined associations to get rid of them. War is an evil : I aided in the agitation for universal peace. Slavery is an evil : I combined with the philanthropists heart and purse to crush it. Re- CHAP. 1.] THE ALPHA. 17 stricter! trade is an evil : I leagued with the leaguers to set it free. And all this while I dreamed that the practice of Benevolence is happiness to the in- dividual dispenser thereof, and a benefit to the human race. Alas ! Benevolence does little more than foster the misery it would eradicate ; Legislation is merely a choice between two evils ; and our highest Moral Philosophy, but Folly Avith a specious name ! What is Evil ? What is Good ? Is Poverty all evil ? Are Riches nothing but a good ? Is Slavery all evil ? Is Freedom unmixed Good ? Until Good and Evil can be distinguished and defined, it is impossible to de- termine what condition is the most desirable ; and equally impossible to be happy. Our virtues must tend to Good, or how can they be virtues ? And if we know not what Good is, how is it possible to be virtuous ? Is there such a thing as Virtue ? Can there be such a thing as Vice ? or is everything con- ventional? Does Providence or Chance direct the world? That which thwarts our schemes we call Evil : that which promotes them, we denominate Good ; but, generally, that which is good in my case, is evil to another ; and any advantage I gain is usually procured at another's cost. Thus I pondered in bewilderment the most distressing. After twenty years of ceaseless activity at home and in distant lands, what had I discovered? What progress had I made towards the attainment of that good for myself, which, with love in my soul towards every- thing capable of affection, is still no good to me, if it cannot be participated in by all men ? Absolutely none ! I shut myself up in a retired nook near London : I surrounded myself with books and works of art : I led the life of a recluse : I studied the writings of the sages, and philosophers and divines of almost every age and country : I sought to know what constitutes the greatness of the earth's greatest 18 THE ALPHA. [PARTI. men ? Wherein were they wiser than others ? The Greeks ! what do I learn, what did they intend I should learn, from their Arts, from their Lives, from their Philosophy ? From Italian Art, and from modern Philosophy can I obtain a clue to unexceptionable morality, to positive virtue, to real happiness ? From the labours of the most pious and learned divines, is it possible to pick my way to heaven ? Such were my thoughts. 1 endeavoured to generalize what are usually held to be the best thoughts of the best men, and thus obtain a principle ; but, alas ! the more I probed into the meaning of the lauded geniuses of the earth, the less certain I became that they had any meaning to impart. All concurred in asserting that Virtue is the groundwork of happiness, but none could prove to me what Virtue is. To burn a heretic says one : to be a heretic says another. Those only who have experienced my perplexities can form an adequate idea of my misery. It had, however, ulti- mately a termination. A gentle hand withdrew the film from my eyes. I saw clearly. How this de- sideratum was accomplished will be shown in the succeeding chapters. CHAP a.; THE ALPHA. 19 CHAP T E R II. A REVELATION. I HAVE meditated much on the evils that afflict humanity ; on the good of which Man is capable ; on the grovelling servility of his animal nature ; on the high destiny of his mentality ; on the happiness of which he is ever in search ; on the miseries which dog him whithersoever he goes, and attend his motions constant as his shadow. I have searched for the principle of Evil, finding it not. I have sought daily for the Good which strives against this Evil, but it has eluded my search. I have read THE BOOK, and have caught glimpses of the angel, but whether this angel has a home on earth I have not been able to find out. My whole being ; the beautiful universe of which I form a part, assure me that God is the author of all Good; but surely not of Evil. Are there, then, two principles in nature each warring with the other, and, like two opposite and equal forces meeting, end in nothing? Peace, peace, un- quiet spirit ! Three hundred generations of men have come and gone, and of this mystery have nothing known. Live out thy time as they have done : drain thou thy cup of bitterness when it is presented to thee : enjoy the good within thy reach : and when thy term of life shall have waned within thee, sleep soundly with the flowers thou lovest, and be a part of them. Haply the rose shall smell more sweetly whose roots have battened in thy clav ! u On one of those fine afternoons in August which c 2 20 THE ALPHA. [PAHT I. occasionally remind the traveller of sunny Italy with its canopy of deep blue, such were my reflections, as I rambled from my suburban hermitage which occupies a nook in a populous neighbourhood west- ward of the Great City. I was alone. Without any purpose but to meditate on the subjects which have ever entwined themselves so strangely about my being, I took my way towards the adjacent common, where the breath of heaven is very sweet, but where many a dark deed has been done at midnight that morning has stood aghast to look upon. Summer zephyrs fanned my face as I moved quietly along. I was on the common a solitary wanderer, half-uncon- sciously threading my way amongst the tufts of golden gorse that gleamed in the slanting sunbeams. The air was odorous. The mossy turf yielded to my tread. "The blind mole could not have heard my footfalls." I now and then stooped to examine the delicate heather, which, in places, grew in such plen- tiful luxuriance, that I feared to tread lest I should crush it, and rob it of an hour's beauty. I had wandered to the highest part of the common, and, seating myself on the gently-sloping side of one of its mountain-like eminences, I occupied myself in the minute examination of a single plant of heather growing alone, that had, perhaps from its loneliness, particularly attracted my attention. As I gazed in admiration on its feathery foliage and tiny, bell-like blossoms, I said to myself, " Is not this little flower as beautiful as any of the gaudier nurslings of the garden ? Certainly it is very beautiful : beautiful also is the many-petalled rose. Small, indeed, is the resemblance between them, yet assuredly both are beautiful : then in what consists their beauty ? Ay, what is Beauty ? Good, Evil, Virtue, Vice ; to define these I have often tried in vain. O, what C HAP- I'.] THE ALPHA. 21 is Beauty ? " Full of emotion I gazed towards the blue heavens. I arose ; and with feelings not easily reduced to words, I surveyed the whole wide scene around me. Everything was calm, odorous, delight- ful. Not a living thing was near me. Not a sound was audible save the shrill voice of the lark trilling his blithe song far above me in the still, blue air : but so high was the winged twitterer that he seemed motionless : a speck, scarcely distinguishable from the eternity of etherial blue into which he would momen- tarily melt, then dimly be seen again. But his shrill, clear notes pierced my ear as distinctly as though he had been singing a bondage-song, caged by some thoughtless cottager, in a neighbouring window. I felt to be alone with this sweet sound, with it and heaven : and I exclaimed in a voice scarcely audible to myself, Oh ! what is Beauty ? " A low-toned, sweetly-modulated voice answered as though in reply to mine, " Ranms Randolph ! " I turned, and lo, a stranger stood beside me ! Whence he came I know not ; nor from emotion and surprise had I the power to ask. He was a man of full height, dressed in a garb more Oriental than European ; sombrous, loose, and flowing. His neck was bare; his hair black and waving. Neither old nor vouner he seemed : his countenance was grave, i/ O O noble, careworn, and commanding ; yet full withal, of sweetness and urbanity. I had never seen such a nobly-benign expression in a creature of earth, but occasionally something resembling it in the spirit- world of dreams. His presence inspired a confi- dence free from all suspicion. I had no fear. I probably felt more awe than pleasure ; but his benignity insensibly dispelled the former feeling, lie gently touched my arm, and again said, "Ramus! you marvel that I know you?" I 22 THE ALPHA. tP* I- motioned an assent. "You marvel also whence I came, and how?" I again replied in the affir- mative by a movement of unrestrained respect. " Do you know," said he, " how long you have been listening to that sky-chorister?" "Only a few seconds," I replied. He rejoined, whilst a faint but expressive smile played on his noble features, " Time flies us quickly in our ecstacies : we do sometimes live a century in a single day, and cram a lifetime 'twixt two tickings of the clock. Space is like time. A thought is swifter than the lightning. To an Intelligence, the remotest YONDER is ever HERE. To the Deity, the countless centuries, past and future, are an always-present Now." Taking me by the hand, he continued : " Ramus Randolph, do you remember me now ?" For an instant I saw, or fancied I saw, the features of a schoolfellow, whom since I was twelve years old I had never seen ; and I said so. The impression was but momentary, nor could I then recall it, or bring to mind the name of the youth whom in that instant I fancied my questioner resembled. He re- marked : " Knowledge might slumber in the memory, but it never dies. It is like the dormouse in the ivied tower, that sleeps whilst winter lasts, but wakes with the warm breath of spring : it is like the life- germ in the seed : it is like the sweet music of the harp-strings, that waits but the master's touch to wake it into utterance. Yes, Ramus, we have pored on the same page together. Let us sit down : and I who was once thy fellow-pupil will be thy Mentor now. It lacks an hour of sunset." We sat upon the soft turf, which yielded to our pressure like an Oriental couch. Again taking me by the hand, he said : " Ramus, that question of thine ' What is Beauty ? ' is not an idle one. Listen, and I will unravel some- thing of the mystery, as well as disentangle thy per- CHAP II.] THE ALPHA. 23 plexities concerning Good and Evil." I fixed my eyes inquiringly on his, and he began A REVELATION. " I am not going to preach to thee, Ramus Randolph. Thou hast thought too deeply and too well to listen long to words of dubious meaning and mere sound. Beauty is a name importing nothing. There is no such quality in nature. What men mean by it, and why they have preferences, I will by and by inform thee. Conceive of it for the present as one of those offshoots of Ignorance which stand in the way of human improvement and social happiness. It belongs to the same category as Justice, Mercy, Benevolence, Morality ; terms of human invention, to express human qualities, but which beyond the sphere of Ignorance and Error, have no existence. Good and Evil are of the same family. To disem- bodied Mind they are mere terms, nonentities, ne- gations." He paused : probably from observing a faint smile of incredulity overpass my countenance. With much gravity of manner, mingled, as I thought, with some severity, he resumed by remarking : " We learn much in our youth which we must unlearn as men : Were there no IGNORANCE there could be no ERROR. Were there no INJUSTICE there could be no CRIME. Were there neither Error nor Crime there could be no unhappiness, and the Moralities and the Virtues could have no existence. Ignorance and Error are the cause of Selfishness. Selfishness is the cause of Misery. These all pertain to earth and to humanity. Love pertains to Heaven, and to the fulness of In- telligence. Perfect Intelligence results in perfect Love. By Love I mean that kindly consideration for others which is implied in the Christian precept ' Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.' It is 24 THE ALPHA. [PART I. the direct contrary of Selfishness. There is no virtue which is not included in this Love ; whilst Love itself is included in Intelligence. Perfect Intelligence, viewed passively, implies the quality of knowing all things, and the power of doing all things : viewed actively, it is Love : thus ; every act of perfect Intelligence is Good because it is errorless, because it is Right ; hence Active Intelligence is Love. INTELLIGENCE is THE FIRST PRINCIPLE OF ALL THINGS : it absorbs everything in its own being. It is more than Justice, more than Mercy, more than Benevolence, more than Morality, more than Religion ; inasmuch as what is meant by these all that is good in them, is included in the ever-living, all directing, all-absorbing, sole- existing principle, Intelligence. Intelligence is, there- fore, the Great First Cause, or Deity ; and every act of Deity, which is of necessity errorless, is Love : and, Ramus, this all-embracing Love, is Happiness !" As he pronounced these words his large, clear, soul-fraught eyes intently fixed on mine he seemed to grow in stature as he rose in energy, intense, but passionless ; and from Man to something too majesti- cally superhuman for description : and as he spoke, his measured and melodious words were lights to my awakened soul ; Reader ! may they be lights to thine ; and those brief, happy moments seemed an eternity. Not only my whole past life was crowded in that space, but all past things, and all the glorious future ! I trembled and almost fainted with excess of pleasure. As if to calm my struggling spirit, and call it back to mortal consciousness, he touched the heath-plant I had been admiring, and said, in a tone of the most plaintive sweetness, " Henceforth, Ramus, when thou see'st this simple flower, all lonely and neglected, think of DIONYSIUS : both I and it have thriven best in solitude." My attention was awakened ; and again, for an . I"-] THE ALPHA. 39 corded to his double nature, he is absolute. He is, however, but an embryo Intelligence, and his Will, regulated by his Reason, in other words, by his im- perfect knowledge, is liable to Error; consequently he has erred; and this fabric of Good and Evil, Virtue and Vice, Justice and Injustice, mystic Re- ligion with its punishments and rewards, Poverty, Animalism, Misery, and Crime, are the natural and necessary consequences. " His original error sprung from an incorrect no- tion of the Deity, which still continues ; and an almost total ignorance, which also still continues of himself. This ignorance led him to adopt a social basis consonant with his animal nature, but altogether inconsistent with his intellectual nature and wants, and his immortality. Man the Animal, having animal necessities, capable of physical power, and physical enjoyment, but ignorant of his spiritual relationship and destiny, naturally adopted brute force as the basis of his social institutions. With the Strong, Might became Right. With the Weak, Obedience became a Virtue, and all resistance to Power was denominated Crime. BUT, WERE THERE NO IGNORANCE THERE COULD BE NO ERROR : WERE SOCIAL INSTITUTIONS RATIONAL AND JUST THERE COULD BE NO CRIME. " Man, however, need not be all-wise to be just ; nor need he be errorless to be happy. But before he can be either just or happy, he must rid himself of all Selfishness ; he must know what he is ; and compre- hend the object of his being. To know that God is infinite Intelligence ; that He is all we can conceive of perfection because He is all-intelligent ; to know that Man himself is an embryo Intelligence, inca- pable of any acquisition on earth but knowledge; to know that to increase in knowledge is to make progress towards perfection and happiness, is know- ledge sufficient in itself, when universally recognised, 40 THE ALPHA. [PARTI. to correct his social error, to banish crime, to anni- hilate evil, and to regenerate mankind. Whatever knowledge is based on the fundamental principle in- volved in the proposition just enunciated, is know- ledge, positive, progressive, and abiding. Whatever of men's knowings want this basis, is transitory, retrograde, and false. " The world is arriving at adolescence, and must begin to unlearn the errors of its youth. The helpless- ness of its infancy, the frowardness of its childhood, the lawless petulancy of its youth, have passed away : it is time to settle down to serious studies, and make some use of the ill-understood lessons it has so long been conning over in the school of adversity. The animal has been developed : its prowess, its courage, its capability of endurance have been tried : let it begin to rely on its Intellect; let it cultivate the Angel portion of its nature, and depress the over- grown grossness of the brute : let the tall pile of its recorded indiscretions be to it as a beacon on a sunken rock: let Reason sit on the prow of the weather- beaten bark, and Love direct the helm ; then, and not till then, shall the haven of peace, and the longed- for land of promised Happiness be reached. Then shall come, not the sensual joys of the Mussulman's heaven, nor the misanthropic gloom of the Quietists, nor the dismal paradise of the Latter-day Saints, nor the exclusive Eden of self-righteous bigots of any sect or creed ; but the happiness-producing reign of Intellect, the true Millennium of Mind, the spiritual sovereignty of Christian Love. " To get rid of the ever-increasing mass of igno- rance-created evil, which, like a dense cloud over- spans the entire earth from this to the Antipodes, from the Antipodes onward again to this hindering the genial rays of Truth from smiling on the family of men, you must banish Ignorance, let light upon CHAP. HI.l THE ALPHA. 41 the ' masses,' drop mysticism, and be rational. It is worse than useless to have recourse to nostrums, conjurations, charms : the only Exorcist is Knowledge. The hair-splitting quiddities of the Logicians and Philosophers ; the solemn profundities of Hypocrisy and Cant, must cease. These are the blights and mildews which prevent the Amaranth from bursting into bloom. The time has come to sweep away the pestilence. It is the proper advent of a new Truth, of that Truth which alone has power to dispel the circumambient, blighting, desolating darkness. I charge thee, Ramus, give it wings ! My voice is but an echo ! As our shadows lengthen our existence wanes : be thou my voice when 1 am shadowless, and propagate the Truth I came to teach thee ! Thousands of thinking men have, at this very time, some dim foreshadowings of this Truth. There is a craving for it in the disturbed and restless minds of multi- tudes. The time has come when it might be pro- pounded. It might take ages to work its way to the depths of abjectness, and to the heights of power, but this is its proper advent. Evil is at its acme ; Crime has reached its climax : Mind is at work : the time is pregnant with change : the period of mum- mery is passing by : the hollowness of forms and ceremonies is felt : Religion is about to drop its mysteries and be rational : to be practical, instead of shrouding its few and simple precepts in dark enigmas, and the cabalistic language of imposture. Be fearless. Tell robed and ermined Power, sur- rounded though it be by guards, and fawned on by Obsequiousness, that its Justice is injustice, tainted at its very base. Tell solemn Sapience that it is not wise. Tell Virtue that it subsists on Vice. Tell Piety that it is Self-deception. Tell Moralists to go to school. Tell the deluded multitude to know themselves if they would terminate their miseries. 42 THE ALPHA. [PABT I. " Not idly didst thou ask thyself whilst bending o'er this solitary heather, ' What is Beauty ?' Not idly, nor in vain. If Beauty dwell in this little flower, what is it? If its beauty consist not in the perfect adaptation of means to the end sought to be attained by its existence, it has no beauty : and if it does consist in this, still it has none ; for it is the work of God ; and to acknowledge its paternity is to admit its perfection. Perfection excludes all notion of ugliness, and has no need of any contradistinguishing appellation to describe it. The term Beauty is, therefore, conventional, and Man arrives at a notion of it through its opposite ; and of this, through the imperfection or paucity of his knowledge. Perfection is only another name for the handiwork of God ; and Beauty, for Perfection. It is only when we have no appreciation of the ex- quisite adaptation of an object to the end it serves in the magnificent scheme of Creation, that we pronounce it ugly. Whenever we perceive de- formity in a natural object, or anything mean, or loathsome, or impure, we are but viewing, as in a glass, the reflex of our own Ignorance. Our preferences and dislikes have their origin in our ability or inability to recognise perfection ; and in those circumstances in objects which more readily enable us to gratify our inherent desire to know. This last is the true but hitherto un- recognised basis of all conventional beauty. Meta- physicians finding no definable beauty in the works of Nature, explain that certain circum- stances in objects produce in the mind, after an unsettled and lawless manner, an arbitrary bias, an accidental preference : this preference or bias, they say, is an emotion, a pleasure-giving feeling; and this feeling, they tell us, is Beauty. Here they stop. They do not tell us to what circumstance CHAP. III.] THE ALPHA. 43 or to what combination of circumstances in objects this feeling is to be referred; and, not affording this information, they afford none. Precisely of the same value is all their teaching. To have gone further they must have touched the First Principle, and we should have had philosophy instead of the cobweb tissue of which even modern metaphysics is composed. " There is nothing purposeless in nature, and, hence, no natural bias of the mind is purposeless. In the FORMS of things the mind has a bias towards CURVES. But why? There are many reasons. I will mention one. Man cannot comprehend infinity : nor can he derive pleasure from what he cannot comprehend. A straight line has in it the principle of infinitude : unbroken it is infinite. The mind strives to grasp it, and is repulsed. There is more of awe than pleasure in this repulse. From its interminable vastness we cannot take in the thought : we are doomed to joyless ignorance. The emotion we experience is Sublimity. Whatever awakens the feeling, or impresses us with the idea, of undefined, or defineless, immensity is sublime. Of this the straight line is suggestive ; hence, it affords the mind less satisfaction than the curve ; and for this reason, the mind can comprehend the circle. No matter how immense it be, the mind can travel round it. The process is easy. There is something cut out from space ; something we can comprehend and KNOW. This is the source and purpose of the bias. Every natural bias of the mind has the same tendency : it yearns TO KNOW. " In the colours of things, unbroken uniformity would be flatness, sameness, suggestive of infinity. The difficulty of isolating objects, and thus, of knowing them, would be immense. Colours obviate 44 THE ALPHA. [PART I. this difficulty ; and those most distinguished by their brilliancy give a natural bias to the mind in their favour. This is the beneficent purpose of the bias. " Sounds and Odours answer similar ends. As they tend to gratify the natural cravings of the soul for knowledge, and as they simplify the process, they are pleasure-giving. Link them by sameness to infinity, and they inspire awe. " Wonder and Awe are the progeny of Ignorance. Mental pleasure is the invariable result of Know- ledge. The emotion we call Sublimity originates in Ignorance. The emotion which we have any rational authority to name Beauty, originates in those circumstances in all natural objects, which serve as means to the growth of our Intelligence. " All Nature woos mankind to KNOW IT, and thus to ascend to a closer communion with its Almighty Author. The flowers are not odorous, nor their forms and colours manifold, to delight the senses merely : the senses, as well as that innate feeling which directs our preferences, are the appointed inlets of our knowledge ; and these various circum- stances, the wooing aids to our perceptions. To convert the pleasure-giving means of knowledge into finalities is unmitigated sensualism ; an error to which even brute natures do not stoop. There is not, Ramus, a blade of grass that points to Heaven but bids thee be intelligent and happy. " Knowledge amongst men may be positive or negative : thou hast the key to both. Positive Knowledge spiritualizes, ennobles, elevates, refines. Negative Knowledge sensualizes and degrades. Evil will no longer be a mystery to thee, nor Good elude thy search : nor shall the idea of two contending Principles in the world ever again throw gloom upon thy spirit, or shake thy trust in God. CHAP in.] THE ALPHA. 45 " The sun is sinking : let us arise. As from this eminence thou viewest the varied landscape, so, from an altitude of knowledge unreached till now, shalt thou cast thy mental eye over the outspread page of History, and by the steady light of Truth see clearly whence ruin came on empires ; see from what single cause all the spurious systems of Civilization the world has known have crumbled into nothing. Thou shalt perceive in thy survey that wherever there is mystery there is fraud : wherever there is ignorance there is evil. Thou shalt see the emptiness of book-men's learning, and how intellect weds itself to error. Thou shalt find that Law, the breath of Power, is based on selfish- ness ; and Government, the sinews of that Power, on wrong. Thou shalt perceive that all the systems of Philosophy yet known to men are reared on false- hood : thou shalt supply a solid base of Truth. Thou shalt see in thy survey infinite perplexity, ever- involving involution : thou shalt restore simplicity. Out of this chaos of Ignorance and Evil shall proceed a universe of Intellect and Happiness. 'Let there be light ;' and mysticism shall vanish, and Intelli- gence, like yon sun, cheer with its equitable radiance the entire family of men. Gaze on that glorious object, my dear Ramus, that its last ray may rest on thee, as now do my injunctions !" He ceased. A cloud of deepest crimson, edged with gold, rose from the horizon o'er the half-sunk orb, and twilight took the place of day. I turned. My monitor had gone ! I was again alone ! Reader ! was all this ecstacy? or was it real? It has been said : " Such bodiless creation, ecstacy Is very cunning in." 46 THE ALPHA. [PARTI. CHAPTER IV. IT was on the evening of the feast of St. Bartho- lomew that the mysterious communication narrated in the two preceding chapters was made to me. When the Revelation had ended and the sun had set, I found myself alone on the common amid the deepening twilight. I was in no haste to quit the spot sanctified by these revealings until the gathering darkness admonished to do so. In about a quarter of an hour I gained a footpath across the common which conducted to the public road. Quietly I pursued my way for several miles without meeting, as far as I remember, a living thing. The whole time I was entirely absorbed in my re- flections. Whether wonder at the strangeness of the events I had experienced, or the happiness they had pro- duced in me, was the predominant feeling, I know not ; but just as I was entering a village through which I had to pass on my way home, the current of my thoughts was interrupted by the ringing out of the passing-bell which told of some world-weary brother having gone to his appointed rest ; and I thought of the words of the mysterious Dionysius, " My voice is but an echo : as our shadows lengthen our existence wanes : be thou my voice when I am shadowless !" He had uttered these words while his shadow slept beside my own on the mossy greensward. Could it be his knell I was listening to ? It was late when I arrived at my quiet home. I was occupied until far beyond midnight recording CHAP. IV.] THE ALPHA. 47 in my journal the strange incidents of the evening ; and then, without taking any refreshment, I retired to rest and enjoyed a deep and refreshing sleep, un- broken even by a dream, until far into the following day. I awoke to the enjoyment of a new existence. To me the world was no longer the same world : at any rate I saw it through another medium. But though it seemed to me more miserable than formerly, I knew the cause of its miseries, and felt myself to be the repository of the secret of their cure. It was an awful happiness ; too great to bear alone ; and I sighed for a friend to whom I could impart a portion of my responsibility. Such an one, out of a large circle of neglected acquaintances, I felt I had not ; and I bore my secret about me with a fulness of enjoyment, that had but to pass the boundary on which it trembled to become suffering and pain. My feet still rested on the earth ; but my head was in the clear sunshine far above the clouds. Below me were the tempests, and the murky atmosphere of error-encircled Man : above, and around me were the peaceful glories of an intellectual heaven ; and my busy spirit seemed to enjoy a blessed intercommunion with souls made perfect by Intelligence. I was in the world of humanity, but not of it. I seemed to have parted with the calculating turmoils of time, and to dwell already in the smooth current of ever-enlarging felicity, caused by ever-increasing knowledge. I occasionally cast my thoughts towards the earth, and sympathised with the victims of its thick-coming miseries ; and, with the old leaven of superstitious earthliness about me, I sighed for the power to work a miracle for their enlightenment. I desired to breathe my spirit on the world, and convince it of its errors by an act of inspiration : and, for a brief 48 THE ALPHA. [PARTI. space, I thought the thought of a calumniated writer, long since dead ; Oh, that the Deity had written his high behests on the face of the sun, that all men might know his will ! But has he not, thought I, done more than this? Has he not implanted an inextinguishable desire for the one thing needful deep in the soul of every human being ? Has he not adopted the more gratifying mode of communicating his will ? not in a material form by writing on the sun, or arranging the stars into a luminous decalogue ; not as man, the animal, communes with man, his brother animal, but as spirit communes with spirit ? Does it not say as loud as yearning soul can speak, and in an universal language which none who think can misinterpret : Know thyself : Know God : be intelligent, and be happy ? I reflected that although the Virtues and the Moralities, abstractedly, are nothing, that Happiness is a reality co-existent with Intelligence ; and that Intelligence must exist eternally, even though Matter, at the fiat of the Almighty, were again resolved into its single element; though it were again floating through space, imponderous, and without form ; subtle as electricity, which probably it is ; for Matter must be One, and Infinite Intelligence, its soul. How either came to be, is of no consequence : enough for us, they are. Whether Matter, in its state of ultimate subdivision, thinks ; or whether in this subtle state it be but the assimilated agent of Infinite Intelligence, is of no real importance to us now : yet still we would, all human as we are, push our investigations further if we could, nor leave even this stupendous truth unknown. How active, then, thought I, is that ever- living principle within us which prompts us to this discovery ! and how besotted are mankind, how dulled their intellect by -erroneous training and disuse, to need any other proof of what we are, of CHAP. IV.] THE ALPHA. 49 what our business is on earth, and what is the end and purpose of our being ! Still, alas ! these facts are unperceived. Not one in a million has proved them to himself; or, in himself, where only it can be found, has he ever dreamed of searching for the evidence. Long and anxiously I pondered on these things. How, thought I, may these all-important truths be shown? how proved to the millions who have neither the desire (for it is dead), nor the aptitude, for the knowledge ; who are only animally cognizant of things, but, mentally, are blind ? How shall one mind illuminate millions who are uncon- sciously enamoured with their darkness ? Spiritualize those who are proud of their animalism? elevate those who are satisfied with their degradation ? In what form of words can this newly-acquired knowledge be made to permeate all mankind ? The responsibility seemed awful : the task too great to be attempted. An invisible power urged me onward : a growing sense of the difficulty restrained me. Should I abandon the task ? or, relying on the innate power of Truth, attempt it ? Thus I argued : The blooming plant was once a tiny seed ; the giant oak, an acorn : a grain of sand, the nucleus of a world : the greatest thing had a beginning. Had not my mentor, Diony- sius, likened the truth he set before me to a seed ? " Thou shall plant it," said he, " and, Ramus, it shall grow." I determined to attempt it ; but, by what means I knew not. Whom, methought, am I ? Almost a stranger amongst my Species : a voluntary outcast of society, living apart even from my kindred and acquaintances, and perhaps, for experience had not tested the fact perhaps without a single friend ! There was sadness in the thought, but it was a momentary sadness. Like a cloudlet hurrying across the moon, this transient sadness overpassed my soul. I reflected that it might have been otherwise had I 50 THE ALPHA. [PARTI. married. Marriage has its consequences ; and these consequences are sometimes evil. I have known the very nature of a good man changed by marriage, that is, seemingly changed ; but the truth lies deeper : his nature struggled for a development which marriage checked. So gentle was the nature of poor Catholicus, that no sentient creature could suffer pain, nor any soul feel misery, but a sympathetic chord in his own soul was touched. Alas ! to wish only a good wish for any other being than his wife was treason in her eyes : but Catholicus was a man, and though a kind one, he grew tyrannous in defence of his humanity. His life was infelicitous : his character was misunder- stood : he died mad : and Ignorance wrote his epitaph. How many of the inmates of Bedlam, past and present, have become demented from feelings and experiences akin to those of poor Catholicus ! I have sympathy with these madmen. Were the world's ways wiser than they are, these unfortunates had not gone mad. It is chiefly the most thoughtful and best- intentioned men amongst us that now become demented : men who think till they know not what to think, then, soul-sick, mope, or rave, or smile on vacancy till death enlightens them ! A chaos is theirs of glory and misery ; particles of the ineffable light of Divinity glittering here and there amidst an ocean of gloom ! the light supplied by nature interfused with the darkness supplied by authority, and called light. No marvel they are mad ! They are, however, wiser than the sane ; for they have seen that Evil is paramount on earth, and have had some luminous glimpses of a bright hereafter and to both these experiences most of the sane are strangers. Sanity signifies an inordinate love of self. The wife of poor Catholicus w r as eminently sane, and as eminently short-sighted : she would have been more loved had her husband been permitted to bestow some of his CHAP, iv.i THE ALPHA. 51 affection on his daughter or his dog. Touched with the fate of poor Catholicus, I rejoiced that I had not been married : I was happy in reflecting that probably I had no friend. If I had friends, thought I, if I had a particular predilection for a few amongst my species, I should of necessity have less active sympathy for the many : if I loved some in particular, the aggregate T could not love at all. It is assuredly better as it is. If I had preferences I must respect those preferences. If I were swayed by individual friendships, I should have no power even to do right in opposition to their insidious influence. The greater duty would succumb to the lesser, and Wrong would have all the charms of Right. In sentiment it is an amiable, perhaps a natural weakness ; but in action it is a pernicious thing. Let no man ACT through friendship, or through friendship, be debarred from action, if he would do the work assigned to him on earth ! Every act of partial munificence, every act of personal regard, is a wrong felt and suffered somewhere. It is better, far better that I should have no friend, than that out of respect to my friend I should betray humanity. I was happy that I had no friend. I was penetrated with an unspeakable, a deeply reverential thankfulness to the great Author of my being, that my love had a larger scope ; that my affections embraced the universe. Night and day, every moment of my existence, this thought of my duty, with its accompanying homage to Him who had endowed me with thought, was present with me ; and was to me, and still is, the most sublime religion. Go where I would this un- utterable happiness attended me ; and all I said and did, or desired to say and do, had reference to the one end I now so clearly saw before me. I felt to be above the reach of misfortune, and that Evil was powerless to harm me ; and I thought, how blessed the time when there shall be no evil ! E 2 52 THE ALPHA. I^RT I. Days and weeks flew noiseless by ; moons waxed and waned; but my momentous secret still slept untold. Prudence, not selfish fear, restrained its utterance. What is ill-done were better undone. If my felicity had a dash of misery in it, it proceeded from a growing sense of my inability to grapple with an evil which taints, and intertwines itself with every- thing, and has a power, torpedo-like, to paralyse the arm of him, who, with a hostile purpose, ventures but to touch it. For months I resolved on commencing my hopeless task, yet still did nothing. In order to fix and con- centrate my thoughts, I sometimes attempted to read : but reading had lost its relish. Books were full of absurdities ; more ignorant, most of them, than the illiterate beings whom the selfish policy of society shuts out from their perusal. Newspapers were but the heartless records of iniquity ; the glass in which an ignorant w ? orld might view the reflex of its igno- rance. Whether the records of the Police Court, or the records of the Imperial Parliament, were the more sickening I know not ; but the motives of all the actors in the drama of life, from the pickpocket to the prime minister, seemed to me to be equally false. Wherever I directed my attention the result was the same. All the labours of men had taken the wrong direction : they were either purposeless, or their purpose wrong. I mixed more with mankind, and calmly observed whatever was passing around me. Everywhere there was intense activity, ceaseless aspir- ings, but all to a wrong end. If, thought I, the whole mass were inert or sluggish, " a little leaven might leaven the entire lump : " but, in full activity, who shall attempt to turn it in its course, check its headlong wilfulness, and guide it to its good ? About a month after the event which produced the state of mind I have been describing, I became ac- C " AP - IV -1 THE ALPHA. 53 quainted, how it matters not with the following cir- cumstances. At sunset, on the day of the feast of Saint Bar- tholomew, at his residence in Eulham, died the Re- verend Dionysius Lackland ; a man whose life had been consumed in study, and whose one object in living Avas to do good. He would probably have lived longer had his object been really attainable, and his labours less perplexing. But ever scrutinizing his own actions, noting their origin and following them into their more distant consequences, he per- ceived that his best actions sometimes originated in weakness, and frequently resulted in evil ; whilst evil, whether intentional or otherwise, he observed, not less frequently conduced to some more ultimate good : in short, that the actions of men, in the abstract, are neither good nor bad : but that they are an unbroken chain of consequences and causes with which human misery is most mysteriously connected. To lessen the sum of this suffering was his aim ; but every act was manifold, not single in its consequences : here it was the remedy of an evil ; there its cause : and where would its influence, either for good or evil, cease to operate ? Would happiness or misery pre- ponderate in the endless progress of its consequences ? How, said he, should any act of a human being be uniformly beneficent, when the very rain of Heaven which fertilizes my fields, deluges my neighbour's pastures and drowns his flock? Ar