In art, our inferiority to India, as well as to Egypt, Greece, and
America, is very marked. Neither in sublimity nor beauty have we
anything to compare with the masterpieces of antiquity. When our day has
drawn to its close, and the ruins of our towns and monuments cover the
face of the land, the traveller will discover nothing, in the forests
and marshes that will skirt the Thames, the Seine, and the Rhine, to
rival the gorgeous ruins of Philæ, Nineveh, Athens, Salsette, and the
valley of Tenochtitlan. If future ages have something to learn from us
in the way of positive science, this is not the case with poetry, as is
clearly proved by the despairing admiration that we so justly feel for
the intellectual wonders of foreign civilizations.
So far as the refinement of manners is concerned, we have obviously
changed for the worse. This is shown by our own past history; there were
periods when luxury, elegance, and sumptuousness were understood far
better and practised on a far more lavish scale than to-day. Pleasure
was certainly confined to a smaller number. Comparatively few were in
what we should call a state of _well-being_. On the other hand, if we
admit (as we must) that refinement of manners elevates the minds of the
multitudes who look on, as well as ennobling the life of a few favoured
individuals, that it spreads a varnish of beauty and grandeur over the
whole country, and that these become the common inheritance of all—then
our civilization, which is essentially petty on its external side,
cannot be compared to its rivals.
I may add, finally, that the active element distinguishing any
civilization is identical with the most striking quality, whatever it
may be, of the dominant race. The civilization is modified and
transformed according to the changes undergone by this race, and when
the race itself has disappeared, carries on for some time the impulse
originally received from it. Thus the kind of order kept in any society
is the best index to the special capacities of the people and to the
stage of progress to which they have attained: it is the clearest mirror
in which their individuality can be reflected.
I see that the long digression, into which I have strayed, has carried
me further than I expected. I do not regret it, for it has enabled me to
vent certain ideas that the reader might well keep in mind. But it is
now time to return to the main course of my argument, the chain of which
is still far from being complete.
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