On the whole, one may see that education in its true and exalted sense is scarcely comprehended among the Barbarians. The moral function and the mind subordinate to that, and the body--its passions, its greed, its brutality, wholly subordinate to the morally trained mind--education, grounded upon this _central idea_, has but feeble recognition. CHAPTER V. OF THE LITERATURE OF THE ENGLISH. There are innumerable books; and the conceit of these Barbarians attaches to them as to everything in their _Enlightened World_ (Litz-i-ten). Nothing outside of the Christ-god worshippers is allowed to be enlightened--all else is darkness. This is true as to their opinion, strange as it looks; and all the Literature in every part of it shows this. The attainments and the experience of all to whom this worship is unknown, receive no other than a curious attention from a few of the literati. But we know that this conceit is absurd; ignorant and superstitious Barbarians really think that, without the adoption of their _Jah-Christ-Jew_ superstition, with all the _Canons_, no true morality, no real civilisation, exists, nor can exist! This I must premise; because we may dismiss at once the larger portion of the Barbarian Literature, inasmuch as it relates to the great Superstition. It is everywhere, striking into and permeating everything, to be sure; but I refer to works avowedly devoted to it. It makes the Books largely unreadable to one having no sympathy with the author; and it requires patience and a long use to get over the disgust caused by the offensive pretensions and ignorant references. The Poetry of a people is generally placed _first_ among the Barbarian _Literati_; and of this form the Western tribes are very fond. The English boast that in this they excel all others; though, for that matter, the same boast is made in everything. The larger part of the Poetry may be called _trash_ (ru-b-isti). Iterations and reiterations of the same conceits, the same shallow sentiments, the same metaphors, mostly of an amatory and indelicate sort. Poems, often tedious, verbose, strangely mixed with matters of the Superstition and of the ancient (Roman) myths; laudatory performances, _beslobbering_ (spr-au-fo) great men with empty compliments, or giving lying exaltation to the fancied virtues of the eminently bad; dull and long-winded reflections from minds too obscure to reflect anything, unless with an added obscurity; an enormous _Waste_ (Ban-s-he) which the English themselves never traverse.