Religion is hidden by many a strange garment, but its heart is the
same, and built firmly into the human structure. The old mystic spoke
truly when he defined God as an unutterable sigh. Now and again we
must draw a deep breath of relief--and that is religion. That no
intellectual belief or opinion is necessarily bound up with religion,
it is nowadays unnecessary to show. To how many has Schopenhauer--an
indifferent philosopher, but a great master of the secrets of
religion--brought from afar, into the light of the modern world,
the mysteries of the soul that seeks for consolation? A weary and
distracted creature, at war even with himself, he was of those for
whom the Kingdom of Heaven is especially made; he sought and found,
and moulded into the sweet harmonics of his prose, the things that
make for rest and for consolation--and who is not sometimes weary and
distracted, and in need of rest? We English, it is true, are not an
aboriginally religious people; we are great in practical life, and
we are marvellous poets; but while we have an immense appetite for
imported religion, we have never ourselves even produced one of those
manuals of piety which, since the days of Lâo-tsze, have become the
common possession of the devout everywhere. One little Encheiridion
alone there is, so far as I know, in which, during recent years, an
English writer has brought echoes of old times, of exhilaration or of
peace, into forms which enable the children of to-day to be at one
with those of former days. “Quid nobis cum generibus et speciebus?”
asked the author of the “Imitation.” Hugo de St. Victor was driven to
religion by the barrenness of dialectics: “Truth cannot be discovered
by ratiocination,” he said; “it is by what he is that man finds truth.”
To-day, Edward Carpenter escapes from the burden of science to find joy
for awhile in the perennial fountain which springs up within, and which
the measuring-rod of science has never meted. “Towards Democracy” has a
quality of its own, which many have tasted with delight, and which will
probably give it place with those sources of joy known to few, but well
loved of those few.
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