“In ages far remote,--of a civilisation far different from that which
now merges the individual in the state,--there existed men of ardent
minds, and an intense desire of knowledge. In the mighty and solemn
kingdoms in which they dwelt, there were no turbulent and earthly
channels to work off the fever of their minds. Set in the antique mould
of casts through which no intellect could pierce, no valour could force
its way, the thirst for wisdom alone reigned in the hearts of those who
received its study as a heritage from sire to son. Hence, even in your
imperfect records of the progress of human knowledge, you find that, in
the earliest ages, Philosophy descended not to the business and homes of
men. It dwelt amidst the wonders of the loftier creation; it sought to
analyse the formation of matter,--the essentials of the prevailing soul;
to read the mysteries of the starry orbs; to dive into those depths
of Nature in which Zoroaster is said by the schoolmen first to have
discovered the arts which your ignorance classes under the name of
magic. In such an age, then, arose some men, who, amidst the vanities
and delusions of their class, imagined that they detected gleams of a
brighter and steadier lore. They fancied an affinity existing among all
the works of Nature, and that in the lowliest lay the secret attraction
that might conduct them upward to the loftiest. (Agreeably, it would
seem, to the notion of Iamblichus and Plotinus, that the universe is as
an animal; so that there is sympathy and communication between one part
and the other; in the smallest part may be the subtlest nerve. And hence
the universal magnetism of Nature. But man contemplates the universe as
an animalcule would an elephant. The animalcule, seeing scarcely the tip
of the hoof, would be incapable of comprehending that the trunk belonged
to the same creature,--that the effect produced upon one extremity would
be felt in an instant by the other.) Centuries passed, and lives were
wasted in these discoveries; but step after step was chronicled and
marked, and became the guide to the few who alone had the hereditary
privilege to track their path.
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