often sweetened and refined by sentiment,—a spiritual as well as a
sensuous yearning,—purer, as ardent, more pervading than the
love-passion of contemporaneous nations. And the same spirituality of
nature which made the Hindoo thus, fitted him also for the subtlest and
loftiest flights of speculation,—savouring little of the utilitarian,
indeed, but tending to gratify the soul in many of its highest and
purest aspirations. Caste, unknown in China, was in India all-prevalent;
and there, also, we meet in its sternest form that spirit of devoted
asceticism by which the mystics of the East, and subordinately even in
the Christian Church, have striven to exalt themselves above the level
of humanity by extinguishing all earthly passion, and so drawing into
nearer communion with the Deity.
Or pass to Egypt, and behold the now desolate valley-land of the Nile
reinvested with its old splendour and fertility. Let a thousand
irrigating canals spread again over the surface, re-clothing the land
with verdure; while up from the sands spring miles of temples, pyramids,
and endless avenues of sphinxes, obelisks, and gigantic statues. And
Thebes with its “hundred gates,” its libraries, and stately palaces,—and
Memphis with its immense population, whose bones are still seen
whitening the desert sands whereon the city once bloomed amidst
verdure,—reappear with crowds of artisans and professional men, carrying
the division of labour almost as far as it is done in modern times;
while all around a rural population is tending herds or tilling the
thrice-fertile soil; and, wearily and worn, innumerable bands of
captives—Nubians from the south, Negroes from the desert, Arabs from
across the Red Sea, and Syrians and Assyrians from Euphrates to the foot
of Mount Taurus—are toiling in digging canals, in making bricks, or in
quarrying, transporting, or raising to their place, those huge blocks of
granite which fill with astonishment the engineers even of our own
times. Turn from all this pomp and bustle and busy hum of life, along
that silent mile-long avenue of double sphinxes; and, passing beneath
the stupendous ornamented portals of Karnac or Luxor, or some other
temple of the land, enter the vast halls and countless apartments
devoted to sacerdotal seclusion,—where the white-robed priests of the
Nile, bathing three times a day to maintain mental purity and calm,
engaged in the abstract sciences, or searched deep into the secrets of
nature for that magical power by which they fascinated and subjugated
the minds of the people, and which enabled them to contend on almost
equal terms with the divinely-commissioned champion of the Hebrews.
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