FOUNDATIONS
OF THE
NINETEENTH
CENTURY
BY HOUSTON STEWART
CHAMBERLAIN
| Here
under follows the transcription of Houston Stewart Chamberlain's
The
Foundations of the 19th Century, 2nd ed., published by John Lane, The
Bodley Head, 1912.
CONTENTS
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FOUNDATIONS
OF THE
NINETEENTH
CENTURY
BY HOUSTON STEWART
CHAMBERLAIN
A TRANSLATION
FROM THE GERMAN
BY JOHN LEES,
M.A., D.LIT. (EDIN.)
WITH AN INTRODUCTION
BY LORD REDESDALE,
G.C.V.O., K.C.B., ETC.
IN TWO VOLUMES:
VOLUME I
LONDON: JOHN LANE,
THE BODLEY HEAD
NEW YORK: JOHN LANE COMPANY: MCMXII
First Impression November
1910
Second Impression January
1912
Printed by BALLANTYNE
& CO. LIMITED
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INTRODUCTION
SOME ten years ago
there appeared in Germany a work of the highest importance which at once
arrested the attention of the literary world, and was speedily declared
to be one of the masterpieces of the century. The deep learning, the sympathy
with knowledge in its most various forms, a style sometimes playful, sometimes
ironical, always persuasive, always logical, pages adorned with brilliant
passages of the loftiest eloquence — these features were a passport to
immediate recognition. Three editions were exhausted in as many years,
and now when it has gone through eight editions, and, in spite of the expense
of the two bulky volumes, no fewer than sixty thousand copies have been
sold in Germany, it is surely time that England should see the book clothed
in the native language of its author.
Houston Stewart Chamberlain
was born at Southsea in 1855, the son of Admiral William Charles Chamberlain.
Two of his uncles were generals in the English army, a third was the well-known
Field-Marshal Sir Neville Chamberlain. His mother was a daughter of Captain
Basil Hall, R.N., whose travels were the joy of the boyhood of my generation,
while his scientific observations
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won for him the honour of Fellowship
of the Royal Society. Captain Basil Hall’s father, Sir James Hall, was
himself eminent in science, being the founder of experimental geology.
As a man of science therefore (and natural science was his first love),
Houston Chamberlain may be regarded as an instance of atavism, or, to use
the hideous word coined by Galton, “eugenics.”
His education was
almost entirely foreign. It began in a Lycée at Versailles. Being
destined for the army he was afterwards sent to Cheltenham College: but
the benign cruelty of fate intervened; his health broke down, he was removed
from school, and all idea of entering the army was given up: and so it
came to pass that the time which would have been spent upon mastering the
goose-step and the subtleties of drill was devoted under the direction
of an eminent German tutor, Herr Otto Kuntze, to sowing the seed of that
marvellous harvest of learning and scholarship the full fruit of which,
in the book before us, has ripened for the good of the world. After a while
he went to Geneva, where under Vogt, Graebe, Müller Argovensis, Thury,
Plantamour and other great professors he studied systematic botany, geology,
astronomy, and later the anatomy and physiology of the human body. But
the strain of work was too great and laid too heavy a tax upon his strength;
so, for a time at any rate, natural science had to be abandoned and he
migrated to Dresden, a forced change which was another blessing in disguise;
for at Dresden he plunged heart and soul into the mysterious depths of
the Wagnerian music and philosophy, the metaphysical works of the master
probably exercising as strong an influence upon him as the musical dramas.
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Chamberlain’s first
published work was in French, Notes sur Lohengrin. This was followed
by various essays in German on Wagnerian subjects: but they were not a
success, and so, disgusted with the petty jealousies and unrealities of
art-criticism, he fell back once more upon natural science and left Dresden
for Vienna, where he placed himself under the guidance of Professor Wiesner.
Again the miseries of health necessitated a change. Out of the wreck of
his botanical studies he saved the materials for his Recherches sur
la sève ascendante, a recognised authority among continental
botanists, and natural science was laid aside, probably for ever.
Happily the spell
of the great magician was upon him. In 1892 there appeared Das
Drama Richard Wagners, which, frozen almost out of existence at
first (five copies were sold in the twelvemonth, of which the author was
himself the buyer), has since run into four greedily purchased editions.
Then came that fine book, the Life of Wagner, which has been translated
into English by Mr. Hight, and Chamberlain’s reputation was made, to be
enhanced by the colossal success of the Grundlagen des Neunzehnten Jahrhunderts
which followed in 1899. Naturally enough, criticism was not spared. The
book was highly controversial and no doubt lent itself to some misunderstanding:
moreover the nationality of the author could hardly fail to be in a sense
provocative of some slight jealousy or even hostility. One critic did not
hesitate to accuse him of plagiarism — plagiarism, above all, from Richard
Wagner, the very man whose disciple and historian he was proud to be, whose
daughter he was; years afterwards, to marry. But this attack is one for
which Chamberlain might well be thankful,
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for it gave him the chance, in the preface
to the third edition, of showing all his skill in fence, a skill proof
even against the coup de Jarnac. His answer to his critics on his
theory of Race, and his criticism of Delitzsch in the preface to the fourth
edition are fine pieces of polemical writing.
What is the Book?
How should it be defined? Is it history, a philosophical treatise, a metaphysical
inquiry? I confess, I know not: probably it is all three. I am neither
an historian, alas! nor a philosopher, nor a metaphysician. To me the book
has been a simple delight — the companion of months — fulfilling the highest
function of which a teacher is capable, that of awakening thought and driving
it into new channels. That is the charm of the book. The charm of the man
is his obviously transparent truthfulness. Anything fringing upon fraud
is abhorrent to him, something to be scourged with scorpions. As in one
passage he himself says, the enviable gift of lying has been denied to
him. Take his answer to Professor Delitzsch’s famous pamphlet Babel
und Bibel, to which I have alluded above.
No writer is so dangerous
as the really learned scholar who uses his learning, as a special pleader
might, in support of that which is not true. Now, Professor Delitzsch is
an authority in Assyriology and the knowledge of the cuneiform inscriptions.
The object of his brilliant and cleverly named pamphlet was to arouse interest
in the researches of the German Orientalischer Verein. in this sense any
discovery which can be brought into line with the story of the Old Testament
is an engine the price of which is above pearls. Accordingly, Professor
Delitzsch, eager to furnish proof of Semitic monotheism,
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brings out the statement that the Semitic
tribes of Canaan which, at the time of Khammurabi, two thousand years before
Christ, flooded Assyria, were worshippers of one God, and that the name
of that God was Jahve (Jehovah), and in support of that statement he translates
the inscriptions on two tablets, or fragments of tablets, in the British
Museum. Now it must be obvious to the poorest intelligence that an obscure
script like that in the cuneiform character can only be read with any approach
to certainty where there is the Opportunity of comparison, that is to say,
where the same groups of wedges or arrowheads, as they used to be called,
are found repeated in various connections: even so, the patience and skill
which have been spent upon deciphering the inscriptions, from the days
of Hincks and Rawlinson until now, are something phenomenal. Where a proper
name occurs only once, the difficulty is increased a hundredfold. Yet this
did not deter Delitzsch from making his astounding monotheistic assertion
on the strength of an arbitrary interpretation of a single example of a
group of signs, which signs moreover are capable of being read, as is proved
by the evidence of the greatest Assyriologists, in six if not eleven different
ways. Truly a fine case for doctors to disagree upon! Chamberlain, with
that instinctive shying at a fraud which distinguishes him, at once detected
the imposition. He is no Assyriologist, but his work brings him into contact
with the masters of many crafts, and so with the pertinacity of a sleuth-hound
he runs the lie to earth. In a spirit of delicate banter, through which
the fierce indignation of the truth-lover often pierces, he tears the imposture
to tatters; his attack is a fighting masterpiece, to which I cannot but
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allude, if only in the sketchiest way,
as giving a good example of Chamberlain’s methods. So much for Tablet No.
I.
The interpretation
of the second tablet upon which Professor Delitzsch reads the solemn declaration
“Jahve is God” fares no better at our author’s hands; for he brings forward
two unimpeachable witnesses, Hommel and König, who declare that Delitzsch
has misread the signs which really signify “The moon is God.”
It is well known
— a fact scientifically proved by much documentary evidence — that Khammurabi
and his contemporaries were worshippers of the sun, the moon and the stars;
the name of his father was Sin-mubalit, “the moon gives life,” his son
was Shamshuiluna, “the sun is our God.” But no evidence is sufficient to
check Professor Delitzsch’s enthusiasm over his monotheistic Khammurabi!
That much in the deciphering of Assyrian inscriptions is to a great extent
problematical is evident. One thing, however, is certain in these readings
of Professor Delitzsch: in the face of the authority of other men of learning,
his whole fabric, “a very Tower of Babel, but built on paper, crumbles
to pieces; and instead of the pompously announced, unsuspected aspect of
the growth of monotheism, nothing remains to us but a surely very unexpected
insight into the workshop of lax philology and fanciful history-mongering.”
It seems to me that
Khammurabi has been made a victim in this controversy. Even if he was a
worshipper of the sun and the stars and the moon, he was, unless we ignorant
folk have been cruelly misled, a very great man: for he appears to have
been the first king who recognised the fact that if a people has duties
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sovereign, the sovereign on the other
hand has duties to his people — and that, for a monarch who reigned so
many centuries before Moses, must be admitted to show a very high sense
of kingly responsibility. But Delitzsch, in trying to prove too much, has
done him the dis-service of exposing him to what almost amounts to a sneer
from the Anti-Semites. I have submitted what I have written above to Dr.
Budge of the British Museum, who authorises me to say that he concurs in
Chamberlain’s views of Professor Delitzsch's translation.
But it is time that
we should leave these battles of the learned in order to consider the scheme,
the scope and the conduct of the book. To write the story of the Foundations
of the Nineteenth Century was a colossal task, for which the strength of
a literary Hercules would alone be of any avail. Mr. Chamberlain, however,
has brought to the undertaking such a wealth of various knowledge and reading,
set out with unrivalled dialectical power, that even those who may disagree
with some of his conclusions must perforce incline themselves before the
presence of a great master. That his book should be popular with those
scholars who are wedded to old traditions was not to be expected. He has
shattered too many idols, dispelled too many dearly treasured illusions.
And the worst of it is that the foundations of his beliefs — perhaps I
should rather say of his disbeliefs — are built upon rocks so solid that
they will defy the cunningest mines that can be laid against them. This
is no mere “chronicle of ruling houses, no record of butcheries.” It is
the story of the rise of thought, of religion, of poetry, of learning,
of civilisation, of art; the story of all those elements of which the complex
life of the Indo-European
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of to-day is composed — the story of
what he calls “Der Germane.”
And here let me explain
once for all what Chamberlain means by “Der Germane”: obviously not the
German, for that would have been “Der Deutsche.” To some people the name
may be misleading; but he has adopted it, and I may have to use it again,
so let us take his own explanation of it. In this term he includes the
Kelts, the Germans, the Slavs, and all those races of northern Europe from
which the peoples of modern Europe have sprung (evidently also the people
of the United States of America). The French are not specifically mentioned,
but it is clear from more than one passage that they too are included.
As indeed how should they be left out? Yet it strikes one almost as a paradox
to find Louis XIV. claimed as a “genuine Germane” for resisting the encroachments
of the Papacy, and bearding the Pope as no other Catholic sovereign ever
did; and blamed as a Germane false to his “Germanentum” for his shameless
persecution of the Protestants! In the Germane, then, he describes the
dominant race of the nineteenth century. Strange indeed is the beginning
of the history of that race.
Far away in Asia,
behind the great mountain fastnesses of India, in times so remote that
even tradition and fable are silent about them, there dwelt a race of white
men. They were herdsmen, shepherds, tillers of the soil, poets and thinkers.
They were called Aryas — noblemen or householders — and from them are descended
the dominant caste of India, the Persians, and the great nations of Europe.
The history of the Aryan migrations, their dates, their causes, is lost
in the clouds of a mysterious
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past. All that we know is that there
were at least three great wanderings: two southward to India and Persia,
one, or perhaps several, across the great Asiatic continent to Europe.
What drove these highly gifted people from their farms and pastures? Was
it the search for change of climate? Was it pressure from the Mongols?
There are some reasons for supposing that religious dissent may have had
something to do with it. For instance, the evil spirits of the Zendavesta,
the scriptures of the Zoroastrians are the gods of the Rigveda, the sacred
poems of the Indian Aryans, and vice versa. Be that as it may, wherever
the Aryans went they became masters. The Greek, the Latin, the Kelt, the
Teuton, the Slav — all these were Aryans: of the aborigines of the countries
which they overran, scarcely a trace remains. So, too, in India it was
“Varna,” colour, which distinguished the white conquering Arya from the
defeated black man, the Dasyu, and so laid the foundation of caste. It
is to the Teuton branch of the Aryan family that the first place in the
world belongs, and the story of the Nineteenth Century is the story of
the Teuton’s triumph.
While by no means
ignoring, or failing to throw light upon, the Assyrian or Egyptian civilisations,
this all-embracing book ascribes the laying of the Foundations of the Nineteenth
Century to the life-work of three peoples: two of these, the Greek and
Roman, being of Aryan extraction, the third, the Jew, Semitic.
Of Greek poetry and
art Chamberlain writes with all the passionate rapture of a lover. “Every
inch of Greek soil is sacred.” Homer, the founder of a religion, the maker
of gods, stands on a pinnacle by himself. He was, as it were, the Warwick
of Olympus. “That any
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one should have doubted the existence
of the poet Homer will not give to future generations a favourable impression
of the perspicacity of our times.” It is just a hundred years since Wolf
started his theory that there was no such poet as Homer — that the Iliad
and Odyssey were a parcel of folk-songs of many dates and many poets
pasted together. By whom? asks Chamberlain. Why are there no more such
“able editors”? Is it paste that is lacking or brain-paste? Schiller at
once denounced the idea as “simply barbarous” and proclaimed Wolf to be
a “stupid devil.” Goethe at first was caught by the idea, but when he examined
the poems more closely, from the point of view of the poet, recanted, and
came to the conclusion that there could be only one Homer. And now “Homer
enters the twentieth century, the fourth millennium of his fame, greater
than ever.” No great work of art, as Chamberlain points out, was ever produced
by the collaboration of a number of little men. The man who made the faith
of a people was, as Aristotle put it, “divine before all other poets.”
If Greek poetry and Greek art were in those two branches of human culture
the chief inheritance of the nineteenth century, then we may safely assert
that Homer in that direction dominated all other influence and was the
first prophet of our Indo-European culture.
Never, indeed, did
the sacred fire of poetry and art burn with a purer flame than it did in
ancient Greece. Homer was followed by a radiant galaxy of poets. The tragic
dramas of Aeschylus and Sophocles, the farces of Aristophanes, the idylls
of Theocritus, the odes of Pindar, the dainty lyrics of Anacreon, have
made the Greek genius the test by which all subsequent work must be
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judged. In architecture and sculpture
the Greeks have never been equalled; of their painting we know less; but
the men who were under the influence of a Phidias and a Praxiteles, we
may safely say, would not have borne with a mere dauber. Poetry and art
then were the very essence of Greek life; they penetrated the soul and
thrilled every fibre of the ancient Hellenes. Their philosophy, the deep
thoughts that vibrated in their brain, were poetry. Plato himself was,
as Montesquieu said of him, one of the four great poets of mankind. He
was the Homer of thought, too great a poet, according to Zeller, to be
quite a philosopher. But Plato was Himself; and his spirit is as young
and as fresh to-day as it was when he was so penetrated with the sense
of beauty that he made his Socrates lecture only in the fairest scenes,
and pray to the great god Pan that he might be beautiful in his inner self,
and that his outer self should be in tune with it. “Much that has come
between has sunk in oblivion; while Plato and Aristotle, Democritus, Euclid
and Archimedes live on in our midst stimulating and instructing, and the
half-fabulous figure of Pythagoras grows greater with every century.“
But — and it is a
big “but“ — when we come to metaphysics Chamberlain cries, Halt! With all
his reverence for Plato as statesman, moralist and practical reformer;
for Aristotle as the first encyclopedist; full of admiration for the philosophers
of the great epoch so far as they represent a “creative manifestation”
of the mind of man closely allied to the poetic art, in the history of
human thought he dethrones them from the high place which has hitherto
been assigned to them, he denies them the honour of having been the first
thinkers. To Aristotle,
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indeed, with all his gifts, he traces
the decadence of the Hellenic spirit.
It has been the fashion
among the schoolmen to hold the Greeks up to admiration as being historically
the first thinkers. Nothing could be further from the truth. They laid
the foundations of our science, of geography, natural history, logic, ethics,
mathematics — of metaphysics they were not the founders, though they taught
us to think. Bacon indeed condemned their philosophy as “childish, garrulous,
impotent and immature in creative power.” Centuries before the birth of
the great Greeks, India had produced philosophers who in the realms of
thought reached heights which never were attained by Plato or Aristotle.
The doctrine of the transmigration of souls was brought by Pythagoras from
India. In Greece, until it was published by Plato, it was regarded as the
mystery of mysteries, only to be revealed to the elect — to the high priests
of thought: but in India it was the common belief of the vulgar; whereas
to the philosophers, a small body of deep thinkers, it was and is an allegorical
representation of a truth only to be grasped by deep metaphysical pondering.
The common creed of the Indian coolie, invested by Plato with the halo
of his sublime poetry, became glorified as the highest expression of Greek
thought!
Alas! for the long
years wasted in the worship of false gods! Alas! for the idols with feet
of clay, ruthlessly hurled from their pedestals! That the ancient Greek
was the type of all that was chivalrous and noble was the accepted belief
taught by the old-fashioned, narrow-minded pedagogues of two generations
ago. They took the Greeks at their own valuation, accepting all their
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figures and facts without a question.
Their battles were always fought against fearful odds; they performed prodigies
of valour; their victories decided the fate of the world. To the student
brought up in the faith of such books as Creasy’s Fifteen Decisive Battles
of the World, it comes as a shock to be told that Marathon was a mere
skirmish without result, in which, as a matter of fact, the Athenians had
if anything rather the worst of it. Even Herodotus inconveniently let out
the fact that Miltiades hurried on the battle knowing that his brave Hoplites
were half minded to go over to the enemy, and that delay might cause this
treacherous thought to be carried into effect. Another half-hour and the
“heroes of Marathon“ would have been seen marching against Athens side
by side with the Persians. As it was, the latter quietly sailed back to
Ionia in their Grecian ships, carrying with them several thousand prisoners
and a great store of booty. Gobineau has shown that Salamis was no better,
and he describes Grecian history as “la plus élaborée des
fictions du plus artiste des peuples.”
In view of writers
like Gobineau and Chamberlain the ancient Greek was a fraud, a rogue and
a coward, a slave-driver, cruel to his enemies, faithless to his friends,
without one shred of patriotism or of honour. Alcibiades changing colour
like a chameleon, Solon forsaking his life's work and going over to Pisistratus,
Themistocles haggling over the price for which he should betray Athens
before Salamis, and living at the Court of Artaxerxes as the declared enemy
of Greece, despised by the Persians “as a wily Greek snake,” these and
others are sickening pictures which Chamberlain draws of the Hellene when
viewed as a man apart from his poetry and his art.
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Probably in these
days of critical investigation the fanciful teaching of previous generations
will be modified. The Greeks have enough really to their credit, they have
a sufficient title to our gratitude for what they were, without being held
up to our admiration for that which they distinctly were not. It seems
laughable that Grote should have accepted as gospel truth, and held up
as an example for future ages, what Juvenal had summed up, eighteen hundred
years before, as “all that lying Greece dares in history.”
No two people could
be in sharper contrast to one another than the Greeks and the Romans. From
the creative genius of the Greeks we have inherited Olympus, the Gods,
and Homer who made them, poetry, architecture, sculpture, philosophy, all
that makes up the joy of life: not our religion — that comes from a higher
source — and yet, even here perhaps something, some measure of religiosity
which fitted us to receive the Divine Message. The gift of the matter-of-fact
Roman, on the other hand, has been law, order, statecraft, the idea of
citizenship, the sanctity of the family and of property. Borne on the pinions
of imagination the Greek soared heavenward. The Roman struck his roots
deep into the soil. In all that contributes to the welfare and prosperity
of the State and of the man the Roman was past-master. In poetry, in the
fine arts, in all that constitutes culture, he was an imitator, a follower
— at a great distance — of the Greeks. A poet in the true sense of the
word, he certainly was not. A poet means one who creates. Consider the
translations and imitations wrought with consummate skill by Virgil, at
the imperial command, into an epic in honour of a dynasty and a people.
Compare these, masterpieces
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of their kind though they be, with the
heaven-inspired creations of Homer, and you will see what Chamberlain means
when he says that “to unite Greek poetry with Latin poetry in the one conception
of classical literature, is a proof of incredible barbarism in taste, and
of a lamentable ignorance of the essence and value of artistic genius.“
The Roman was no true poet, no creator. Horace, with all his charm — the
most quotable of writers because his dainty wit had the secret of rendering
with delicate fancy the ideas which occur at every step, on every occasion
of our lives — was after all only the first and foremost of all society
verse-writers. Chamberlain is inclined to make an exception in favour of
Lucretius, of whom in a footnote he says that he is worthy of admiration
both as thinker and bard. (I hesitate here to translate the word Dichter
by “poet.”) Yet in the same note he goes on to say that his thoughts are
altogether Greek, and his materials preponderatingly so. “Moreover there
lies over his whole work the deadly shadow of that scepticism that sooner
or later leads to barrenness, and which must be carefully distinguished
from the deep intuition of truly religious spirits that preserve the figurative
in that which they set forth without thereby casting doubt upon the lofty
truth of their inmost forebodings, their inscrutable mysteries.” For Lucretius,
Epicurus, the man who denied the existence of God, was the greatest of
mortals. And yet there came a day when even Epicurus must needs fall down
before Zeus. “Never,“ cried Diokles, who found him in the Temple, “did
I see Zeus greater than when Epicurus lay there at his feet.“ Footnotes
are apt to be skipped, and I have felt it right to dwell upon this one
because of its
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importance as bearing upon Chamberlain’s
views of the “deadly shadow of scepticism.”
The poetry of Greece
was the dawn of all that is beautiful, the bounteous fountain of all good
gifts, at which, century after century, country after country, have quaffed
the joyous cup, seeking inspiration that in their turn they might achieve
something lovely.
The influence which
Rome has exercised upon our development has been in a totally different
direction. From the beginning of time the races of Aryan extraction have
been deeply imbued with the conviction of the importance of law. Yet it
was reserved for the Romans to develop this instinct, and they succeeded
because to them alone among the Aryans was possible the consolidation of
the State. The law was the foundation of personal right; the State was
based upon the sacrifice of that personal right, and the delegation of
personal power for the common weal. If we realise that, we recognise the
immense value of the inheritance bequeathed to us by the Romans. Without
the great quality of patriotism this would have been impossible.
The spot, upon which
the Roman had settled had little physically to recommend it. There was
no romantic scenery, there were no lofty mountains, no rushing rivers.
The seven mean hills, the yellow mud of the Tiber, the fever-stricken marshes,
a soil poor and unproductive, were not features to captivate the imagination.
But the Roman loved it and cherished it in his heart of hearts. Surrounded
by hostile tribes, his early history was one long struggle for life, in
which his great qualities always won the day. Once defeated, he would have
been wiped off the face of the earth: strength of character, deter-
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mination, courage above proof, saved
him, and in the end made him the conqueror of the world. There was no need
in his case to pass laws enforcing valour as in the case of Sparta, making
men brave, as it were, by act of Parliament. There was no fear of his turning
traitor; he was loyal to the core. His home, his family, his fatherland
were sacred, the deeply treasured objects of his worship, a religion in
themselves. Self was laid on one side — the good of the community was everything.
It was the idea of the family carried into statecraft. One word represented
it, Patria, the fatherland, and the man who worked for the Patria was the
ideal statesman.
Is it fair, asks
Chamberlain, to call the Roman a conqueror or invader? He thinks not. He
was driven to war not by the desire of conquest or of aggrandisement, but
by the desperate determination to maintain his home or die. With the defeat
and disappearance of the surrounding tribes, he found himself ever compelled
to push his outposts farther and farther still; it was self-preservation,
not the lust of conquest, which armed the Roman. For him war was a political
necessity, and no people ever possessed the political instinct in so high
a degree.
The struggle with
Carthage was a case in point. Historians from the earliest times, from
Polybius to Mommsen, have denounced the barbarity shown by the Romans in
the extermination of Carthage. Chamberlain in a few convincing paragraphs
teaches us what was the real issue. He shows us that annihilation was an
absolute necessity. Rome and Carthage could not exist together. The fight
was for the supremacy in the Mediterranean, and therefore for the mastery
of the world. On the one side was the civilising influence of Rome, colonising
under
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laws so beneficent that nations even
came to petition that they might be placed under her rule: on the other
side a system of piratical colonisation undertaken in the sole cause of
gain, the abolition of all freedom, the creation of artificial wants in
the interest of trade, no attempt at legal organisation beyond the imposition
of taxes, slavery, a religion of the very basest in which human sacrifices
were a common practice. The Roman felt that it must be war to the knife
without quarter. In his own interest, and, though he knew it not, in that
of the world, there could be nothing short of extermination. “Delenda est
Carthago” was the cry. Had he failed, had the piracy of the Semitic combination
of Phoenicians and Babylonians won the day against the law and order of
the Aryan, it is not too much to say that culture and civilisation would
have come to a standstill, and the development of the nineteenth century
would have been an impossibility, or at any rate hopelessly retarded. “It
is refreshing,” writes Chamberlain, “for once to come across an author
who, like Bossuet, simply says, ’Carthage was taken and destroyed by Scipio,
who herein proved himself worthy of his great ancestor,’ without any outburst
of moral indignation, without the conventional phrase, ‘all the misery
that later burst upon Rome was retribution for this crime.’ ” Caesar rebuilt
Carthage, and it became a congeries of all the worst criminals, Romans,
Greeks, Vandals, all rotten to the very marrow of their bones. It must
have been something like Port Said in the early days some forty years ago,
which seemed to be the trysting-place of the world’s rascaldom: those who
remember it can form some idea of what that second Carthage of Caesar’s
must have been.
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In the destruction
of Jerusalem by the Romans one sees the hand of Providence. It was largely
the act of the Jew himself, the born rebel against State law, or any law
save that which he deemed to be his own sacred inheritance. It was immaterial
that he had himself petitioned Rome to save him from his own Semitic kings
and to take him under her charge. He was a continual thorn in the side
of his chosen rulers, and his final subjugation and dispersal became a
necessity. Had the Jew remained in Jerusalem, Christianity would have become
a mere sect of the Jews. Long before our era the Diaspora had taken place.
Originally the Diaspora meant the Jews who, after the Babylonian captivity,
refused to go back to Palestine because of the prosperity which they enjoyed
in their place of exile. Later it embraced all those Jews who, for various
reasons of trade, or convenience, or missionary enterprise, went forth
into the world. In Alexandria alone these numbered over one million. The
making of proselytes was universal. But wherever they might be, to Jerusalem
they looked as to their home. To Jerusalem they sent tribute, in the interests
of Jerusalem they worked as one man. The influence of Jerusalem was all-pervading.
Even the first Christians, in spite of St. Paul, held to the rites of Judaism;
those who did not were branded by St. John as “them of the Synagogue of
Satan.“ In destroying the stronghold of Judaism the Romans, though here
again they knew it not, were working for the triumph of Christianity. As
it is, much of Judaism pervades our faith. Had Jerusalem stood, the “religious
monopoly of the Jews,“ says Chamberlain, “would have been worse than the
trade monopoly of the Phoenicians. Under the leaden
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pressure of these born dogmatists and
fanatics, all freedom of thought and of belief would have vanished from
the world: the flat materialistic conception of God would have been our
religion, pettifoggery our philosophy. This is no fancy picture, there
are too many facts crying aloud: for what is that stiff, narrow-minded,
spiritually cramped dogmatising of the Christian Church, such as no Aryan
people ever dreamt of; what is that bloodthirsty fanaticism disgracing
the centuries down to the nineteenth, that curse of hatred fastening on
to the religion of love from the very beginning, from which Greek and Roman,
Indian and Chinese, Persian and Teuton, turn with a shudder? What is it
if not the shadow of that Temple in which sacrifice was offered to the
God of wrath and of revenge, a black shadow cast over the young generation
of heroes striving out of the Darkness into the Light?“
With the help of
Rome, Europe escaped from the chaos of Asia. The imaginative Greek was
ever looking towards Asia — to him the East called. The practical Roman
transferred the centre of gravity of culture to find an eternal home in
the West, so that Europe “became the beating heart and the thinking brain
of all mankind.“ The Aryan had mastered the Semite for all time.
It comes somewhat
as a surprise to find Rome, the ideal Republic, pointed to as the fountain-head
from which the conception of Constitutional Monarchy is drawn. The principle
of Roman Law and the Roman State was, as we have seen, that of the rights
of the individual and his power to choose representatives. In the course
of time when Rome ceased to be Rome, when she fell under the rule of half-breeds
from Africa, aliens from Asia Minor,
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baseborn men from Illyria, not chosen
by the people, but elected by the army; when she had ceased even to be
the capital of her own Empire; one would have thought that the decay of
the Republic would have been the end of all the constitutional principles
which it had established. But it was not so. The jurists in the service
of Diocletian, an Illyrian shepherd, of Galerius, an Illyrian cowherd,
of Maximinus, an Illyrian swineherd, were the men who based the imperial
conception upon the theory of the will of the people, upon the same power
which had elected the consuls and the other officers of the ancient State.
Never before had the world beheld such a phenomenon. “Despots had ruled
as direct descendants of the Gods, as in the case of the Egyptians and
the Japanese of to-day, or as in Israel as representatives of the Godhead,
or again by the Jus Gladii — the right of the sword.“ The soldier-emperors
who had made themselves masters of the Roman Empire founded their rights
as autocrats upon the constitutional law of the Republic. There was no
usurpation, only delegation pure and simple. To this we owe the conception
of the Sovereign and the Subject.
In the meantime Christianity
had become a power; and with it had taken place the abolition of slavery
in Europe. Only a Sovereign could abolish slavery — that we saw in Russia
in 1862. The nobles would never have given up their slaves, who were their
property, their goods and chattels; far rather would they have made free
men into bondsmen. But the establishment of the monarchical principle has
been the main pillar of law and order and of that civic freedom from which,
as we see, it originally sprang: it is one proof of the great debt of gratitude
which Europe owes to ancient Rome. It is not the only one.
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It would be an impertinence
were I to attempt to discuss Roman Law. The treatment of the subtleties
and intricacies of a highly technical subject must be left to those who
have made of them a special study. Yet it is impossible to pass over in
silence the effect of the great legacy which the world has inherited from
Rome. The effect is an historical fact and must be as patent to the layman
as to the professed jurist. What Greece did for the higher aesthetic culture,
that Rome did for law, good government and statecraft. The one made life
beautiful, the other made it secure. As a poet, or as a philosopher, the
Roman was insignificant; he had not even an equivalent for either word
in his language; he must borrow the name, as he borrowed the idea, from
the Greek. But in the practical direction of the life of the individual,
of the life of the State, he remains, after more than twenty centuries,
the unrivalled master. The pages in which Chamberlain brings into relief
the noble qualities of the Roman character are, to my thinking, among the
best and most eloquent in his book, and they should be read not without
profit in an age which is singularly impatient of discipline. For after
listening to Chamberlain we must come away convinced that it was discipline
which made the Roman what he was. He learnt to obey that he might learn
to command, and so he became the ruler of the world. That his conception
of the law has become the model upon which all jurisprudence has been moulded,
the State as he founded it being based upon the great principles of reciprocity
and self-sacrifice on the one side and of protection of the sanctity of
private rights on the other, is a fact which bears lasting testimony to
the force of Roman character. There have
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been great jurists in many nations —
professors learned in the law — laws have been amplified and changed to
meet circumstances; but no single nation has ever raised such a legal monument
as that of the Romans, which, according to Professor Leist, is “the everlasting
teacher for the civilised world and will so remain.“
It is interesting
to consider wherein lay the difference between Greek and Roman legislation.
How came it, asks Chamberlain, that the Greeks, mentally so incomparably
superior to the Romans, were able to achieve nothing lasting, nothing perfect,
in the domain of law? The reason he gives is simple enough — simple and
convincing. The Roman started with the principle of the family, and on
the basis of the family he raised the structure of State and Law. The Greek,
on the contrary, ignored the family, and took the State as his starting-point.
Even the law of inheritance was so vague that questions in connection with
it were left by Solon to the decision of the Courts. In Rome the position
of the Father as King in his own house, the rank assigned to the Wife as
house-mistress, the reverential respect for matrimony, these were great
principles of which the Greeks knew nothing; but they were the principles
upon which the existence of the private man depended, upon which the Res
Publica was founded. The Jus Privatum and the Jus Publicum
were inseparable, and from them sprang the Jus Gentium, the law
of nations. The laws of Solon, of Lycurgus and others have withered and
died; but the laws of Rome remain a stately and fruit-bearing tree, under
whose wholesome shade the civilisation of Europe has sprung up and flourished.
Few men have approached
a great subject in a loftier
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spirit of reverence than that in which
Chamberlain deals with what, to him, as to all of us, is the one great
and incomparable event in the whole story of our planet. “No battle, no
change of dynasty, no natural phenomenon, no discovery possesses a significance
which can be compared with that of the short life upon earth of the Galilean.
His birth is, in a sense, the beginning of history. The nations that are
not Christian, such as the Chinese, the Turks and others have no history;
their story is but a chronicle on the one hand of ruling houses, butcheries
and the like, and on the other, represents the dull, humble, almost bestially
happy life of millions that sink in the night of time without leaving a
trace.“
With the dogmas of
the Church or Churches, Chamberlain has scant sympathy, and on that account
he will doubtless be attacked by swarms as spiteful as wasps and as thoughtless.
And yet how thoroughly imbued with the true spirit of Religion, as apart
from Churchcraft, is every line that he has written! Christ was no Prophet,
as Mahomet dubbed him. He was no Jew. The genealogies of St. Matthew and
St. Luke trace to Joseph, but Joseph was not His father. The essence of
Christ‘s significance lies in the fact that in Him God was made man. Christ
is God, or rather since, as St. Thomas Aquinas has shown, it is easier
to say what God is not than what He is, it is better to invert the words
and say God is Christ, and so to avoid explaining what is known by what
is not known. Such are but a few ideas of the author culled at random and
from memory. But (and here is the stone of offence against which the Churchman
will stumble) “it is not the Churches that form the strength of Christianity,
but that Fountain
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from which they themselves draw their
power, the vision of the Son of Man upon the Cross.“
In two or three masterly
pages written with such inspiration that it is difficult to read them without
emotion, Chamberlain has drawn a parallel between Christ and Buddha, between
the love and life-breathing doctrine of the One and the withering renunciation
of the other. Buddha tears from his heart all that is dear to man — parents,
wife, child, love, hope, the religion of his fathers — all are left behind
when he wanders forth alone into the wilderness to live a living suicide
and wait for death, an extinction that can only be perfect, in the face
of the doctrine of metempsychosis, if it is so spiritually complete that
the dread reaper can harvest no seed for a new birth. How different is
it with the teaching of Christ, whose death means no selfish, solitary
absorption into a Nirvana, a passionless abstraction, but the Birth of
the whole world into a new life. Buddha dies that there may be no resurrection.
Christ dies that all men may live, that all men may inherit the Kingdom
of Heaven. And this Kingdom of Heaven, what is it? Clearly no Nirvana,
no sensuous Paradise like that of Mahomet. He gives the answer Himself
in a saying which must be authentic, for His hearers could not understand
it, much less could they have invented it. The Kingdom of God is within
you. “In these sayings of Christ we seem to hear a voice: we know not His
exact words but there is an unmistakable, unforgettable tone which strikes
our ear and so forces its way to the heart. And then we open our eyes and
we see this Form, this Life. Across the centuries we hear the words, Learn
from me! and at last we understand what that means:
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to be as Christ was, to live as Christ
lived, to strive as Christ died, that is the Kingdom of Heaven, that is
eternal Life.“
As I sit writing
I can see on a shelf a whole row of books written on Buddhism by eminent
scholars and missionaries, comparing its doctrines with those of the Saviour.
It is not too much to say that the sum of all the wisdom and learning of
that little library of Buddhism is contained in the few paragraphs of which
I have given the kernel. Chamberlain in burning words points out how radiant
is the doctrine of hope preached by the Saviour — where is there room for
pessimism since the Kingdom of God is within us? — and he contrasts, the
teaching of our Lord with the dreary forebodings of the Old Testament,
where all is vanity, life is a shadow, we wither like grass. The Jewish
writers took as gloomy a view of the world as the Buddhists. But our Lord
who went about among the people and loved them, taking part in their joys
and in their sorrows — His was a teaching of love and sympathy, and above
all of hope. Christ did not retire into the wilderness to seek death and
annihilation. He came out of the wilderness to bring life eternal. Buddha
represents the senile decay of a culture that has finished its life: Christ
represents the Birth of a new day, of a new civilisation dawning under
the sign of the Cross, raised upon the ruins of the old world, a civilisation
at which we must work for many a long day before it may be worthy to be
called by His name.
Chamberlain is careful
to tell us that he does not intend to lift the veil which screens the Holy
of Holies of his own belief. But it must be clear from such utterances
as those upon which I have drawn above, how
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noble and how exalted is the conception
of Christ and of His teaching which is borne in on the mind of one of the
foremost thinkers of our day. He draws his inspiration at the fountain
head. For the dogmas of oecumenical councils, for the superstitions and
fables of monks, he has an adequate respect: he preaches Christ and Him
crucified: that is to him all-sufficing. Can there be a purer ideal?
It is this same lofty
conception which accounts for the contrast which this protestant layman
draws between Catholicism and the hierarchy of Rome. For the former he
has every sympathy: upon the latter he looks as a hindrance to civilisation
and to the essential truths of Religion. How could it be otherwise with
an institution which until the year 1822 kept under the ban of the Index
every book which should dare to contest the sublime truth that the sun
goes round the Earth? The whole Roman system, hierarchical and political,
is in direct opposition to the development of Indo-European culture, of
which the “Germane“ constitutes the highest expression. The Catholic, on
the other hand, when not choked by the mephitic vapours of Roman dogma
and Roman imperialism, left free to follow the simple teaching of the cross,
and to practise so far as in him lies the example of the Saviour, is worthy
of all the respect which is due to the true Christian of whatsoever denomination
he may be. He at any rate is no enemy to the Truth.
Very striking are
the passages in which Chamberlain points out the ambiguous attitude of
our Lord towards Jewish thought and the religion of which His teaching
was the antithesis. How he brushed aside the narrow
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prescriptions of the Law, as for example
in the great saying, “the Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath“;
— and yet how, born in the midst of Jewish ideas and bigotry, the bearer
of the new Glad Tidings, the Teacher who was to revolutionise the world,
never altogether shook off the old traditions. Chamberlain‘s argument leads
us a step farther. It is impossible not to feel how much more completely
St. Paul, a Pharisee after the strictest sect of his religion, cut himself
adrift from Judaism. There was no beating about the bush, no hesitation,
no searching of the soul. A convert, he at once threw into his new faith
all the zeal and energy with which up to that very moment he had persecuted
it. He ceased to be a Jew: he became the Apostle to the Gentiles, and bade
his followers refuse all “old wives‘ fables“ (I Tim. iv. 7), while
to Titus he says, “rebuke them sharply, not giving heed to Jewish fables
and commandments of men, that turn from the truth“ (Titus i. 14).
Christ‘s life upon earth was spent among the Jews: it was to them that
His “good tidings“ were addressed. To touch the hearts of men you must
speak to them in a language that they understand. St. Paul, on the
other hand, who lived and worked among the Gentiles, was unfettered by
any preconceived ideas on the part of his hearers. His doctrine was to
them absolutely new, standing on its own foundation, the rock of Christianity
— and yet, as Chamberlain points out in a later part of the book, it was
St. Paul, the very man who after his conversion avoided the Jews and separated
himself from them as much as he could, who did more than any of the first
preachers of Christianity to weld into the new faith the traditions of
the Old Testament.
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In the Epistle to the Romans the fall
of man is given as an historical event; our Lord born “from the seed of
David according to the flesh“ is declared to be the son of God; Israel
is the people of God, the good olive-tree into which the branches of the
wild olive-tree, the Gentiles, may be “grafted.“ The death of the Messiah
is an atoning sacrifice in the Jewish sense, &c. &c., all purely
Jewish ideas preached by the man who hated the Jews. When we read these
contradictions of the man‘s self we may say of St. Paul‘s epistles as St.
Peter did, in another sense, “in which are some things hard to be understood.“
The influence of
Judaism on Indo-European civilisation is a subject upon which the author
of the Grundlagen dwells with special stress. He cannot withhold
his admiration from the sight of that one small tribe standing out amid
the chaos of nationalities, which was the legacy of the fallen Roman Empire,
“like a sharply cut rock in the midst of a shapeless sea,“ maintaining
its identity and characteristics in the midst of a fiery vortex where all
other peoples were fused into a molten conglomerate destroying all definition.
The Jew alone remained unchanged. His belief in Jehovah, his faith in the
promises of the prophets, his conviction that to him was to be given the
mastery of the world — these were the articles of his creed, a creed which
might be summed up as belief in himself. Obviously to Chamberlain the Jew
is the type of pure Race, and pure Race is what he looks upon as the most
important factor in shaping the destinies of mankind. Here he joins issue
with Buckle, who considered that climate and food have been the chief agents
in mental and physical development. Rice as a staple
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food Buckle held to be the explanation
of the special aptitudes of the Indian Aryans. The error is grotesque.
As Chamberlain points out, rice is equally the food of the Chinese, of
the hard-and-fast materialists who are the very antipodes of the idealist,
metaphysical Aryans. In the matter of climate Chamberlain might have brought
the same witnesses into court. There are more variations of climate in
China than in Europe. The climate of Canton differs as much from that of
Peking as from that of St. Petersburg. The Chinaman of the north speaks
a different language from that of the south, though the ideographic script
is the same: his food is different, the air that he breathes is different:
but the racial characteristics remain identical.
Race and purity of
blood are what constitute a type, and nowhere has this type been more carefully
preserved than among the Jews. I remember once calling upon a distinguished
Jewish gentleman. Mr. D‘Israeli, as he was then, had just left him. “What
did you talk about?“ I asked at haphazard. “Oh,“ said my host, “the usual
thing — the Race.“ No one was more deeply penetrated with the idea of the
noble purity of “the Race“ than Lord Beaconsfield. No one believed more
fully in the influence of the Jew working alongside of the Indo-European.
With what conviction does he insist upon this in Coningsby!
That Race, however,
does not drop ready-made from the skies is certain; nature and history
show
us no single example either among men or beasts of a prominently noble
and distinctly individual race which is not the result of a mixture. Once
the race established it must be preserved. The English constitute a Race
and
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a noble one, though their pedigree shows
an infusion of Anglo-Saxon, Danish and Norman bloods. In spite of its history
which is its religion, there is proof that at a remote stage of its existence
the Jewish race was actually formed of several elements. Its stability,
unchanged for thousands of years, is one of the wonders of the world. One
rigidly observed law is sufficient for their purpose. The Israelite maiden
may wed a Gentile: such an affiance tends not to the degeneracy of the
race: but the Jewish man must not marry outside his own nation, the seed
of the chosen people of Jehovah must not be contaminated by a foreign alliance.
That Chamberlain is a strong Anti-Semite adds to the value of the testimony
which he bears to the nobility of the Sephardim, the intensely aristocratic
Jews of Spain and Portugal, the descendants of the men whom the Romans,
dreading their influence, deported westward. “That is nobility in the fullest
sense of the word, genuine nobility of race! Beautiful forms, noble heads,
dignity in speech and in deportment.... That out of the midst of such men
prophets and psalmists should go forth, that I understood at the first
glance — something which I confess the closest observation of the many
hundred ‘Bochers‘ in the Friedrichstrasse in Berlin had failed to enable
me to do.“ To the Ashkenazim, the so-called German Jews, Chamberlain is
as it seems to me unjust. That they have played a greater part in the history
of the nineteenth century than the Sephardim is hardly to be denied. They
are born financiers and the acquisition of money has been their characteristic
talent. But of the treasure which they have laid up they have given freely.
The charities of the great cities of Europe would be in a sad
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plight were the support of the Jews
to be withdrawn; indeed many noble foundations owe their existence to them.
Politically too they have rendered great services: one instance which Chamberlain
himself quotes is the settlement of the French indemnity after the war
of 1870. Bismarck was represented by a Jew, and the French on their side
appointed a Jew to meet him, and these two Jews belonged to the Ashkenazim,
not to the noble Sephardim.
Who and what then
is the Jew, this wonderful man who during the last hundred years has attained
such a position in the whole civilised world?
Of all the histories
of the ancient world there is none that is more convincing, none more easily
to be realised, than that of the wanderings of the patriarch Abraham. It
is a story of four thousand years ago, it is a story of yesterday, it is
a story of to-day. A tribe of Bedouin Arabs with their womenkind and children
and flocks flitting across the desert from one pasture to another is a
sight still commonly seen — some of us have even found hospitality in the
black tents of these pastoral nomads, where the calf and the foal and the
child are huddled together as they must have been in Abraham‘s day. Such
a tribe it was that wandered northward from the city of Ur on the fringe
of the desert, on the right bank of the Euphrates, northward to Padan Aram
at the foot of the Armenian Highlands; six hundred kilometres as the crow
flies, fifteen hundred if we allow for the bends of the river and for the
seeking of pasture. From Padan Aram the tribe travels westward to Canaan,
thence south to Egypt and back again to Canaan. It is possible that the
names of the patriarchs may have been
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used to indicate periods, but however
that may be, these journeys long in themselves, and complicated by the
incumbrances of flocks and herds, occupied a great space in time; there
were moreover long halts, residences lasting for centuries in the various
countries which were traversed, during which intermarriages took place
with the highly civilised peoples with whom the wanderers came in contact.
The Bible story,
ethnology, the study of skulls and of racial types, all point to the fact
that the Jewish people, the descendants of the tribes of Judah and Benjamin,
united in themselves the five great qualifications which Chamberlain holds
to be necessary for the establishment of a powerful race. First, to start
with, a strong stock. This the Jew possessed in his Arab origin. No type,
surely, was ever so persistent as that of the Bedouin Arab of the desert,
the same to-day as he was thousands of years ago. Secondly, inbreeding.
Thirdly, such inbreeding not to be at haphazard but carefully carried out,
the best mating only with the best. Fourthly, intermarriage with another
race or races. Fifthly, here again careful selection is essential. The
Jewish race, built up under all these conditions, was, as we have seen,
once formed, kept absolutely pure and uncontaminated. Of what happens where
these laws are not observed the mongrels of the South American republics
— notably of Peru — furnish a striking example.
In the days of the
Roman Republic the influence of the Israelite was already felt. It is strange
to read of Cicero, who could thunder out his denunciations of a Catiline,
dropping his voice in the law courts when of the Jews he spoke with bated
breath lest he should incur
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their displeasure. In the Middle Ages
high offices were conferred by Popes upon Jews, and in Catholic Spain they
were even made bishops and archbishops. In France the Jews found the money
for the Crusades — Rudolph of Habsburg exempted them from the ordinary
laws. In all countries and ages the Jew has been a masterful man. Never
was he more powerful than he is to-day. Well may Chamberlain count Judea
as the third ancient country which with Greece and Rome has made itself
felt in the development of our civilisation. It is not possible within
the limits of this brief notice to give an idea of the extraordinary interest
of Chamberlain‘s special chapter upon
the Jews and their entry into the history of the West. I have already
hinted that with some of his conclusions I do not agree: but I go all lengths
with him in his appreciation of the stubborn singleness of purpose and
dogged consistency which have made the Jew what he is. The ancient Jew
was not a soldier — foreigners furnished the bodyguard of his king. He
was no sailor like his cousins the Phoenicians, indeed he had a horror
of the sea. He was no artist — he had to import craftsmen to build his
Temple — neither was he a farmer, nor a merchant. * What was it then that
gave
* It
was a common creed of the days of my youth that all the great musical composers
were of Jewish extraction. The bubble has long since been pricked. Joachim,
who was a Jew, and as proud of his nationality as Lord Beaconsfield himself,
once expressed to Sir Charles Stanford his sorrow at the fact that there
should never have been a Jewish composer of the first rank. Mendelssohn
was the nearest approach to it, and after him, Meyerbeer. But in these
days Mendelssohn, in spite of all his charm, is no longer counted in the
first rank. Some people have thought that Brahms was a Jew, that his name
was a corruption of Abrahams. But this is false. Brahms came of a Silesian
family, and in the Silesian dialect Brahms means a reed. (See an
interesting paper in Truth of January 13, 1909). In
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him his wonderful self-confidence, his
toughness of character, which could overcome every difficulty, and triumph
over the hatred of other races? It was his belief in the sacred books of
the law, the Thora: his faith in the promises of Jehovah: his certainty
of belonging to the chosen people of God. The influence of the books of
the Old Testament has been far-reaching indeed, but nowhere has it exercised
more power than in the stablishing of the character of the Jew. If it means
so much to the Christian, what must it not mean to him? It is his religion,
the history of his race, and his individual pedigree all in one. Nay! it
is more than all that: it is the attesting document of his covenant with
his God.
Within the compass
of a few pages Chamberlain has performed what amounts to a literary feat:
he has made us understand the condition of Europe and of the chief countries
of the Mediterranean littoral at the time of the first symptoms of decay
in the power of Rome. It was the period of what he calls the “Völker-chaos,“
a hurly-burly of nationalities in which Greeks and Romans, Syrians, African
mongrels, Armenians, Gauls and Indo-Europeans of many tribes were all jumbled
up together — a seething, heterogeneous conflicting mass of humanity in
which all character, individuality, belief and customs were lost. In this
witches‘ Sabbath only the Jew maintained his individuality, only the Teuton
preserved the two great characteristics of his race, freedom and faith
—
poetry, on the other hand,
the Jew excelled. The Psalms, parts of Isaiah, the sweet idyll of Ruth
are above praise. The Book of Job is extolled by Carlyle as the finest
of all poems, and according to Chamberlain poetry is the finest of all
arts. In the plastic arts, as in music, the Jew has been barren.
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the Jew the witness of the past; the
Teuton the power of the future.
They were a wonderful
people, these tall men with the fair hair and blue eyes, warriors from
their birth, fighting for fighting‘s sake, tribe against tribe, clan against
clan, so that Tiberius, looking upon them as a danger, could think of no
better policy than to leave them alone to destroy one another. But the
people who held in their hands the fate of mankind were not to be got rid
of like so many Kilkenny cats. Their battlesomeness made them a danger
to the State — to a Roman Emperor, ever under the shadow of murder, their
trustworthiness made them the one sure source from which he could recruit
his bodyguard. But they were not mere fighting machines, though war was
to them a joy and a delight. From their Aryan ancestors, from the men to
whom the poems of the Rigveda were a holy writ, they had received, instilled
in their blood, a passion for song and for music, an imagination which
revelled in all that is beautiful, and which loved to soar into the highest
realms of thought. And so it came to pass that when in the fulness of time
they absorbed the power of Europe, they knew how to make the most of the
three great legacies which they had inherited: poetry and art from the
Greeks, law and statecraft from the Romans, and, greatest of all, the teaching
of Christ. By them, with these helps, was founded the culture of the nineteenth
century.
In the descendants
of such men it is not surprising to see the union of the practical with
the ideal. A Teuton writes The Criticism of Pure Reason. A Teuton
invents the steam-engine. “The century of Bessemer and Edison is equally
the century of Beethoven and Richard Wagner.
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... Newton interrupts his mathematical
inquiries to write a commentary on the Revelation of St. John. Crompton
troubles himself with the invention of the spinning mule, that he may have
more leisure to devote to his one love — music. Bismarck, the statesman
of blood and iron, in the critical moments of his life causes the sonatas
of Beethoven to be played to him.“ Whoso does not realise all this, fails
to understand the essence of the Teuton character, and is unable to judge
of the part which it has played in the past and is still playing in the
present.
The Goths, who of
course were Teutons, have been, as Gibbon puts it, “injuriously accused
of the ruin of antiquity.“ Their very name has passed into a byword for
all that is barbarous and destructive; yet, as a matter of fact, it was
Theodosius and his followers who, with the help of the Christian fanatics,
destroyed the Capitol and the monuments of ancient art, whereas it was
Theodoric, the Ostrogoth, on the contrary, who issued edicts for the preservation
of the ancient glories of Rome. Yet “this man could not write; for his
signature he had to use a metal stencil.... But that which was beautiful,
that which the nobler spirits of the Chaos of Peoples hated as a work of
the devil, that the Goth at once knew how to appreciate: to such a degree
did the statues of Rome excite his admiration that he appointed a special
official for their protection.“ Who will deny the gift of imagination in
the race which produced a Dante (his name Alighieri a corruption of Aldiger,
taken from his grandmother who was of a Goth family from Ferrara), a Shakespeare,
a Milton, a Goethe, a Schiller, not to speak of many other great and lesser
lights? Who
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will dispute the powers of thought of
a Locke, a Newton, a Kant, a Descartes? We have but to look around us in
order to see how completely our civilisation and culture are the work of
the Germane.
Freedom, above all
things Freedom, was the watchword of the Germane — Dante taking part with
the Bianchi against the Neri and Pope Boniface; Wycliffe rebelling against
the rule of the Church of Rome; Martin Luther leading a movement which
was as much political as it was religious, or even more so; all these were
apostles of Freedom. The right to think and to believe, and to live according
to our belief, is that upon which the free man insists: our enjoyment of
it is the legacy of those great men to us. Without the insistence of the
Germane religious toleration would not exist to-day.
We have seen that
Chamberlain takes the year one — the birth of our Lord — as the first great
starting-point of our civilisation. The second epoch which he signalises
as marking a fresh departure is the year 1200. The thirteenth century was
a period of great developments. It was a period full of accomplishment
and radiant with hope. In Germany the founding and perfecting of the great
civic league known as the Hansa, in England the wresting of Magna Charta
from King John by the Barons, laid the foundation of personal freedom and
security. The great religious movement in which St. Francis of Assisi was
the most powerful agent “denied the despotism of the Church as it did the
despotism of the State, and annihilated the despotism of wealth.“ It was
the first assertion of freedom to think. Thomas Aquinas, Duns Scotus, Albertus
Magnus and Roger Bacon were leaders, the first two in philosophical thought,
the last two in
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modern natural science. In poetry, and
not in poetry alone but in statecraft, Dante towers above all those of
his day; and yet there were many poets, singers whose names are still famous,
while at the same time lived Adam de la Halle, the first great master in
counterpoint. Among painters we find such names as Niccolo Pisani, Cimabue,
Giotto, from whom sprang the new school of art. And while these men were
all working each at his own craft, great churches and cathedrals and monuments
were springing up, masterpieces of the Gothic architect‘s skill. Well did
the thirteenth century deserve the title given to it by Fiske, “the glorious
century.“ *
When we reach these
times we stand on fairly firm ground. The details of history, when we think
how the battle rages round events which have taken place in our own times
[for instance, the order for the heroic mistake of the Balaclava charge,
where “some one had blundered “] may not always command respect, but the
broad outlines are clear enough. We are no longer concerned with the deciphering
of an ambiguous cuneiform inscription. The
* It
is strange to see how great tidal waves of intellectual and creative power
from time to time flood the world. Take as another example the sixteenth
century, the era of the artistic revival in Italy, of the heroes of the
Reformation. What a galaxy of genius is there. To cite only a few names
Ariosto, Tasso, Camoens, Magellan, Copernicus, Tycho Brahe, St. Francis
Xavier, St. Ignatius Loyola, Rabelais, Shakespeare. Bacon. The best works
of Indian art are produced under the reign of the Moghul Akbar, Damascus
turns out its finest blades; the tiles of Persia, and the porcelain of
China under the Ming Dynasty, reach their highest perfection; while in
far Japan Miyôchin, her greatest artist in metal, is working at the
same time as Benvenuto Cellini in Florence and Rome. Such epidemics of
genius as those of the thirteenth and sixteenth centuries are mysteries
indeed. This, however is but an aside, though as I think one worthy of
note.
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works of the great men testify, and
their witness commands respect.
The second volume
of the Grundlagen opens with a chapter
entitled “Religion“ — a chapter which leaves upon the mind of the reader
a vivid impression of the superstitions and myths which gave birth to the
dogmas of the Christian Church in its early years, dogmas the acceptance
or rejection of which was decided by the votes of Councils of Bishops,
many of whom could neither read nor write. It seems incredible that such
sublime questions as those of the nature of the Godhead, the relation of
the Father to the Son, Eternal Punishment and others, should have been
settled by a majority of votes “like the imposition of taxes by our Parliaments.“
In the dark ages of Christianity, Judaism, Indian mythology, Egyptian mysteries
and magic, were woven into a chequered woof, which was an essential contradiction
of the touching simplicity of our Lord‘s teaching. It was a strange moment
in the world‘s history, and one which lent itself to the welding together
of utterly dissimilar elements. In the Chaos of Peoples, all mixed up in
the weirdest confusion, the dogma-monger found his opportunity. Judaism,
which up to that time had been absolutely confined to the Jews, was clutched
at with eagerness by men who were tired of the quibbles, the riddles and
the uncertainties of the philosophers. Here was something solid, concrete;
a creed which preached facts, not theories, a religion which announced
itself as history. In the international hodgepodge, a jumble in which all
specific character, all feeling of race or country had been lost, the Asiatic
and Egyptian elements of this un-Christian Christianity, this travesty
of our Lord‘s teaching, found ready acceptance. The
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seed bed was ready and the seed germinated
and prospered greatly. In vain did the nobler spirits, the wiser and more
holy-minded of the early Fathers raise their voices against gross superstitions
borrowed from the mysteries of Isis and of Horus. The Jews and dogma triumphed.
The religion of Christ was too pure for the vitiated minds of the Chaos
of Peoples, and perhaps dogma was a necessity, a hideous evil, born that
good might arise. Men needed a Lord who should speak to them as slaves:
they found him in the God of Israel. They needed a discipline, a ruling
power; they found it in the Imperial Church of Rome.
Conversion to Christianity
was in the days of the Empire far less a question of religious conviction
than one of Law arbitrarily enforced for political reasons by autocrats
who might or might not be Christians. Aurelian, a heathen, established
the authority of the Bishop of Rome at the end of the third century. Theodosius
made heresy and heathenism a crime of high treason. Lawyers and civil administrators
were made Bishops — Ambrosius even before he was baptized — that they might
enforce Christianity, as a useful handmaid in government and discipline.
As the power of the Empire dwindled, that of the Church grew, until the
Caesarism of the Papacy was crystallised in the words of Boniface VIII.,
“Ego sum Caesar, ego sum Imperator.“
In vain did men of
genius, as time went on and the temporal claims of the Popes became intolerable,
rise in revolt against it. Charlemagne, Dante, St. Francis, all tried to
separate Church from State. But the Papacy stood its ground, firm as the
Tarpeian Rock, immutable as the Seven Hills themselves. It held to the
inheritance
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which came to it not from St. Peter,
the poor fisherman of the Sea of Galilee, but from the Caesars, like whom
the Bishops of Rome claimed to be Sovereigns over the world. How much more
tolerant the early Popes were in religious matters than in temporal is
a point which Chamberlain forcibly brings out: they might bear with compromise
in the one; in the other they would not budge an inch. Like the Phoenix
in the fable, out of its own ashes the Roman Empire arose in a new form,
the Papacy.
It is not possible
here to dwell upon our author‘s contrast between St. Paul and Augustine,
that wonderful African product of the Chaos, in whom the sublime and the
ridiculous went hand in hand, who believed in the heathen Gods and Goddesses
as evil spirits, who took Apuleius and his transformation into an ass seriously,
to whom witches and sorcerers, and a dozen other childish fancies of the
brain, were realities. We must leave equally untouched his interesting
sketches of Charlemagne and Dante and their efforts at Reformation. His
main object in this chapter is to show the position of the Church at the
beginning of the thirteenth century. The Papacy was in its glory. Its doctrines,
its dogmas and its temporal supremacy had been enforced — politically it
stood upon a pinnacle. The proudest title of the Caesars had been that
of Pontifex Maximus. The Pontifex Maximus was now Caesar.
And the present position
— what of to-day? The Church of Rome is as solid as ever it was. The Reformation
achieved much politically. It achieved freedom. But as the parent of a
new and consistent religion, Protestantism has been a failure. Picking
and choosing, accepting and rejecting, it has cast aside some of the
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dogmas of the early days of the Chaos,
but it remains a motley crowd of sects without discipline, all hostile
to one another, all more or less saturated with the tenets of the very
Church against which they rebelled. Rome alone remains consistent in its
dogmas, as in its claims, and, purged by the Reformation of certain incongruous
and irreconcilable elements, has in religion rather gained than lost strength.
It is easy to see what difficulties the lack of unity creates for Protestant
missionaries. Church men, Chapel men, Calvinists, Baptists, Presbyterians,
Methodists, Congregationalists and Heaven knows how many more, all pulling
against one another! and the Roman Catholic Church against them all! The
religion of Christ as He taught it absolutely nowhere! Small wonder that
the heathen should grin and be puzzled.
The building up of
the ideal State as we know it to-day was the result of two mighty struggles
which raged during the first twelve centuries of our era. The first, as
we have seen, was the fight for power between the Caesars and the Popes
for the Empire of the world in which now one, now the other, had the upper
hand. The second was the struggle between “Universalism“ and “Nationalism,“
that is to say, between the idea on the one hand of a boundless Empire,
whether under Caesar or Pope, and on the other a spirit of nationality
within sure bounds, and a stubborn determination to be free from either
potentate, which ended in the organisation of independent States and the
triumph of the Teuton. His rise meant the dawn of a new culture, not as
we are bidden to remember a Renaissance in the sense of the calling back
into life of a dead past, but a new birth into freedom, a new birth in
which the cramping shackles, the
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levelling influences of the Imperium
Romanum, of the Civitas Dei, were cast aside — in which at last, after
long centuries of slavery, men might live, thinking and working and striving
according to their impulses, believing according to the faith that was
in them.
Independent statecraft
then, as opposed to the all-absorbing Imperium, was the work of the rebellious
Teuton, the poet warrior, the thinker, the free man. It was a mighty victory,
yet one in which defeat has never been acknowledged. From his prison in
the Vatican the Pope continues to issue Bulls and Briefs hurling defiance
at the world and at common sense; new saints are canonised, new dogmas
proclaimed by oecumenical councils summoned from all parts of the inhabited
world; and there are good men and, in many respects, wise men, who bow
their heads and tremble. No one can say that the Papacy, though shorn of
its earthly dominions, is not still a Power to be reckoned with: its consistency
commands respect; but the Civitas Dei is a thing of the past: it is no
more than a dream in the night, from which a weary old man wakens to find
its sole remnant in the barren semblance of a medieval court, and the man-millinery
of an out-of-date ceremonial. Truly a pathetic figure!
A new world has arisen.
The thirteenth century was the turning-point. The building is even now
not ended. But the Teuton was at work everywhere, and the foundations were
well and truly laid. In Italy, north and south, the land was overrun with
men of Indo-European race — Goths, Lombards, Norsemen, Celts. It was to
them that was owing the formation of the municipalities and cities which
still remain as witnesses of their labour.
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It was their descendants, certainly
not the hybrids of the Chaos, that worked out the so-called “Renaissance,“
and when owing to the internecine feuds and petty wars, as well as to the
too frequent intermixture with the hybrids, the Teuton element became weaker
and weaker, the glory of Italy waned likewise. Happily for the world the
race was maintained in greater purity elsewhere.
The leitmotiv which
runs through the whole book is the assertion of the superiority of the
Teuton family to all the other races of the world — and more especially,
as we have seen, is this shown by the way in which the Germane threw off
the shackles with which, under the guise of religion, the Papacy strove
to fetter him. It is interesting to consider how Immanuel Kant, the greatest
thinker that ever lived, treated this subject. He, the man who was so deeply
penetrated with religious feeling that he held it to be “the duty of man
to himself to have religion,“ saw in the teaching of Christ a “perfect
religion.“ His demand was for a religion which should be one in spirit
and in truth, and for the belief in a God whose kingdom is not of this
world.“ He by no means rejected the Bible, but he held that its value lay
not so much in that which we read in it, as in that which we read into
it, nor is he the enemy of Churches, “of which there may be many good forms.“
But with superstition and dogma he will have no dealings. Nor is this to
be wondered at when we consider how, by whom, and for what purpose dogmas,
as we have seen above, were manufactured and what manner of men they were
who degraded the early Church with their superstitions. In the mass of
ignorant monks and bishops who were the
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so-called “Fathers of the Church“ there
are brilliant exceptions. Perhaps the greatest of these was St. Augustine.
He was a good and a holy man, but even his great brain, as we have seen,
was saturated with Hellenic mythology, Egyptian magic and witchcraft, Neoplatonism,
Judaism, Romish dogmatism. If we cite him as an irrefutable authority on
a point of dogma, we should, to be consistent, go a step farther, and equally
hold him as irrefutable when he inclines to a belief in Apuleius and his
ass, and in his views as to Jupiter, Juno and the theocracy of Olympus.
Religious dogmas, superstitions, so bred, could not be accepted by a man
of Kant‘s intellect. They were noxious weeds to be rooted up and swept
out of existence. Christ‘s teaching being, as he held it to be, perfect,
could only be degraded by being loaded with heathen fables and tawdry inanities.
It was the scum of the people who invented superstitions, the belief in
witches and demons: it was the priestcraft who welded those false doctrines
into the semblance of a religion to which they gave Christ‘s name. *
Kant said of himself
that he was born too soon; that a century must elapse before his day should
come. “The morning has dawned,“ as Chamberlain says in another book, †
and “it is no mere chance that the first complete and exact edition of
Kant‘s collected works and letters should have begun to appear for the
first time in the
* The
Christian religion, I would point out here, is not the only one which has
suffered in this way. Nothing can be simpler, nothing purer in its way
than Buddhism as the Buddha taught it. Yet see what the monks have made
of it! The parallel is striking.
† Immanuel
Kant, by Chamberlain. Bruckmann, Munich, 1905. The book which Chamberlain
tells me that he himself considers the “most important“ of his works. It
is published in German.
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year 1900; the new century needed this
strong guardian spirit, who thought himself justified in saying of his
system of philosophy that it worked a revolution in the scheme of thought
analogous to that of the Copernican system. There are to-day a few who
know, and many who suspect, that this scheme of philosophy must form a
pillar of the culture of the future. For every cultivated and civilised
man Kant‘s thought possesses a symbolical significance; it wards off the
two opposite dangers — the dogmatism of the Priests and the superstition
of science — and it strengthens us in the devoted fulfilment of the duties
of life.“ Now that thought is less cramped and Kant is beginning to be
understood, the true religiosity of his august nature is surely being recognised,
and the last charge that will be brought against him will be that of irreligion.
If he destroyed, he also built; he was not one of those teachers who rob
a man of what he possesses without giving anything in exchange. He completed
the work which Martin Luther had begun. Luther was too much of a politician
and too little of a theologian for his task; moreover he never was able
altogether to throw off the monk‘s cowl. To the last he believed in the
Real Presence in the Sacrament, and hardly knew what dogmas he should accept
and what he should reject. Kant was the master who taught Christianity
in all its beauty of simplicity. The kingdom of God is in you! There was
no cowl to smother Kant.
The foundation-stone
of the nineteenth century was laid by Christ himself. For many centuries
after His death upon the Cross, ignorant men, barbarians, under the cloak
of religion, were at pains to hide that stone in an
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overwhelming heap of rubbish. Kant laid
it bare, and revealed it to the world: his reward was the execration of
men who were not worthy to unloose the latchet of his shoes: but the tables
are turned now. His morning has indeed dawned, and the twentieth century
is recognising the true worth of the man who, more than any other, has
influenced the thought of the educated world. Goethe, indeed, said of Kant
that he had so penetrated the minds of men that even those who had not
read him were under his influence.
The last
section of Chamberlain‘s ninth chapter is devoted to Art. He has kept
one of his most fascinating subjects for the end. And who is better qualified
to write upon it than he? Here is not the conventional aspect of Art contained
in the technical dictionaries and encyclopaedias, “in which the last judgment
of Michael Angelo, or a portrait of Rembrandt by himself, are to be seen
cheek by jowl with the lid of a beer-mug or the back of an arm-chair.“
Art is here treated as the great creative Power, a Kingdom of which Poetry
and Music, twin sisters, inseparable, are the enthroned Queens. To Chamberlain,
as it was to Carlyle, the idea of divorcing Poetry from Music is inconceivable.
“Music,“ wrote Carlyle, “is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact
nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It
brings us near to the Infinite.“ “I give Dante my highest praise when I
say of his Divine Comedy that it is in all senses genuinely a song.“ Again:
“All old Poems, Homer‘s and the rest, are authentically songs. I would
say in strictness, that all right Poems are; that whatsoever is not sung
is properly no Poem, but a piece of Prose cramped into jingling lines,
to the
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great injury of the grammar, to the
great grief of the reader for the most part!“ so spoke Carlyle, and so
speaks Chamberlain, with the masterly competence of a man who as critic
and disciple, for he is both, has sat at the feet of the great Tone-Poet
of our times. *
The hurry and bustle
of this fussy age have largely robbed us of true enthusiasm, for which
men substitute catchwords and commonplaces. All the more delight is there
in meeting it in such sayings as this, coming straight from the heart of
a man who is never in a hurry, whose convictions are the result of measured
thought. “A Leonardo gives us the form of Christ, a Johann Sebastian Bach
his voice, even now present to us.“ The influence of Religion upon Art,
and in reflex action, that of Art upon Religion has never been better shown
than in these words. Religion inspired the artists, furnished them with
their subject; the artists, so inspired, have touched the hearts of thousands,
infusing them with some perception, some share of their own inspiration.
Who can say how many
minds have been turned to piety by the frescoes of Cimabue and Giotto picturing
the life of St. Francis at Assisi? Who can doubt the influence of the Saint
upon the painters of the early Italian school? Who has not felt the religious
influence of the architect, the painter, the sculptor? Two great principles
are laid down for us by Chamberlain in regard to Art.
* It
is curious to note that of the three greatest English poets of our day,
Tennyson, whose songs are music itself, knew no tune, Swinburne, whose
magic verses read with the lilt of a lovely melody, had not the gift of
Ear, while Browning, the rugged thinker, the most unvocal of poets, never
missed an opportunity of listening to music in its most exalted form.
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First: Art must be regarded as a whole:
as a “pulsing blood-system of the higher spiritual life.“ Secondly: all
Art is subordinated to poetry. But not that which has been written is alone
poetry: the creative power of poetry is widespread. As Richard Wagner said,
“the true inventor has ever been the people. The individual cannot invent,
he can only make his own that which has been invented.“ This I take it
is the true spirit of folk-lore. If you think of it, the epic of Homer,
the “mystic unfathomable song,“ as Tieck called it, of Dante, the wonders
of Shakespeare, all prove the truth of Wagner‘s saying. The matter is there:
then comes the magician: he touches it with his wand, and it lives! That
is true creative art, the art which in its turn inspires, fathering all
that is greatest and noblest in the world. It is the art upon which the
culture of the nineteenth century has been founded and built.
Rich indeed have
been the gifts which have been showered upon mankind between the thirteenth
and the nineteenth centuries. New worlds have been discovered, new forces
in nature revealed. Paper has been introduced, printing invented. In political
economy, in politics, in religion, in natural science and dynamics there
have been great upheavals all paving the way for that further progress
for which we are apt to take too much credit to ourselves, giving too little
to those glorious pioneers who preceded us, to the true founders of the
century.
I have endeavoured
to give some idea of the scope of Chamberlain‘s great work. I am very sensible
of my inadequacy to the task, but it was his wish that I should
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undertake it, and I could not refuse.
I console myself with the thought that even had I been far better fitted
for it, I could not within the limits of these few pages have given a satisfying
account of a book which embraces so many and so various subjects, many
of which I had of necessity to leave untouched. Indeed, I feel appalled
at the range of reading which its production must have involved; but as
to that the book is its own best witness. We are led to hope that some
day the history of the Foundations of the Nineteenth Century may be followed
by an equally fascinating analysis of the century itself from the same
pen. It will be the fitting crown of a colossal undertaking. It may be
doubted whether there is any other man equipped as Chamberlain is to erect
such a monument in honour of a great epoch. To few men has been given in
so bountiful a measure the power of seeing, of sifting the true from the
false, the essential from the insignificant; comparison is the soul of
observation, and the wide horizon of Chamberlain‘s outlook furnishes him
with standards of comparison which are denied to those of shorter sight:
his peculiar and cosmopolitan education, his long researches in natural
history, his sympathy and intimate relations with all that has been noblest
in the world of art — especially in its most divine expression, poetry
and music — point to him as the one man above all others worthy to tell
the further tale of a culture of which he has so well portrayed the nonage,
and which is still struggling heavenward. But in addition to these qualifications
he possesses, in a style which is wholly his own, the indescribable gift
of charm, so that the pupil is unwittingly drawn into a close union with
the teacher, in whom he sees an example of the truth
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of Goethe‘s words, which Chamberlain
himself more than once quotes:
-
Höchstes Glück der Erdenkinder
-
Ist nur die Persönlichkeit.
REDESDALE
BATSFORD PARK
January 8, 1909
NOTE.
This introduction was in print before the writer had seen Dr. Lees‘ translation.
There may, therefore, be some slight discrepancies in the passages quoted.
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TRANSLATOR‘S NOTE
THE translator desires
to express his great obligation to Miss Elizabeth A. J. Weir, M.A., for
reading through the manuscript; to his colleagues, Dr. Schlapp of Edinburgh,
Dr. Scholle of Aberdeen, and Dr. Smith of Glasgow, for correcting portions
of the proof; and above all to Lord Redesdale for his brilliant and illuminating
introduction. Apart, however, from this, it is only just to say that Lord
Redesdale has carefully read and re-read every page and revised many important
passages.
The publisher wishes
to associate himself with the translator in making this entirely inadequate
acknowledgment to Lord Redesdale for the invaluable assistance that he
has so generously rendered.
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Alles beruht auf Inhalt, Gehalt
und Tüchtigkeit eines zuerst aufgestellten Grundsatzes und auf der
Reinheit des Vorsatzes.
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GOETHE.
PLAN OF THE WORK
THE work of which
this is the first Book is one that is not to be made up of fragments patched
together, but one that has been conceived and planned out from the beginning
as a complete and finished whole. The object, therefore, of this general
introduction must be to give an idea of the scheme of the whole work when
it shall have been brought to an end. It is true that this first book is,
in form, complete in itself; yet it would not be what it is if it had not
come into existence as a part of a greater conception. It is this greater
conception that must be the subject of the preface to the “part which,
in the first instance, is the whole.“
There is no need
to dwell in detail upon the limitations which the individual must admit,
when he stands face to face with an immeasurable world of facts. The mastery
of such a task, scientifically, is impossible; it is only artistic power,
aided by those secret parallels which exist between the world of vision
and of thought, by that tissue which — like ether — fills and connects
the whole world, that can, if fortune is favourable, produce a unity here
which is complete, and that, too, though only fragments be employed to
make it. If the artist does succeed in this, then his work has not
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been superfluous: the immeasurable has
been brought within the scope of vision, the shapeless has acquired a form.
In such a task the individual has an advantage over a combination of men,
however capable they may be, for a homogeneous whole can be the work only
of an individual mind. But he must know how to turn this advantage to good
account, for it is his only one. Art appears only as a whole, as something
perfect in itself; science, on the other hand, is bound to be fragmentary.
Art unites and science disconnects. Art gives form to things, science dissects
forms. The man of science stands on an Archimedean point outside the world:
therein lies his greatness, his so-called objectivity; but this very fact
is also the cause of his manifest insufficiency; for no sooner does he
leave the sphere of actual observation, to reduce the manifoldness of experience
to the unity of conception and idea, than he finds himself hanging by the
thin thread of abstraction in empty space. The artist, on the contrary,
stands at the world‘s centre (that is, at the centre of his own world),
and his creative power takes him as far as his senses can reach; for this
creative power is but the manifestation of the individual mind acting and
reacting upon its surroundings. But for that reason also he cannot be reproached
for his “subjectivity“: that is the fundamental condition of his creative
work. In the case before us the subject has definite historical boundaries
and is immutably fixed for ever. Untruth would be ridiculous, caprice unbearable;
the author cannot say, like Michael Angelo, “Into this stone there comes
nothing but what I put there“:
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in pietra od in candido foglio
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che nulla ha dentro, et evvi ci ch‘io vogilo!
On the contrary, unconditional respect for
facts must be his guiding star. He must be artist, not in the sense of
the creative genius, but only in the limited sense of one
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who employs the methods of the artist.
He should give shape, but only to that which is already there, not to that
which his fancy may mirror. Philosophical history is a desert; fanciful
history an idiot asylum. We must therefore demand that the artistic designer
should have a positive tendency of mind and a strictly scientific conscience.
Before be reasons, he must know: before he gives shape to a thing, he must
test it. He cannot look upon himself as master, he is but a servant, the
servant of truth.
These remarks will
probably suffice to give the reader some notion of the general principles
which have been followed in planning this work. We must leave the airy
heights of philosophic speculation and descend to the earth. If in such
undertakings the moulding and shaping of the materials at hand is the only
task which the individual can entrust to himself, how is he to set about
it in the present case?
The Nineteenth
Century! It seems an inexhaustible theme, and so it really is; and
yet it is only by including more that it becomes comprehensible and possible
of achievement. This appears paradoxical, but it is nevertheless true.
As soon as our gaze rests long and lovingly upon the past, out of which
the present age developed amid so much suffering, as soon as the great
fundamental facts of history are brought vividly home to us and rouse in
our hearts violent and conflicting emotions with regard to the present,
fear and hope, loathing and enthusiasm, all pointing to a future which
it must be our work to shape, towards which too we must henceforth look
with longing and impatience — then the great immeasurable nineteenth century
shrivels up to relatively insignificant dimensions; we have no time to
linger over details, we wish to keep nothing but the important features
vividly and clearly before our minds, in order that we may know who we
are and whither
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we are tending. This gives a definite
aim with a fair prospect of attaining it: the individual can venture now
to begin the undertaking. The lines of his work are so clearly traced for
him that he only requires to follow them faithfully.
The following is
the outline of my work. In the “Foundations“ I discuss the first eighteen
centuries of the Christian era with frequent reference to times more remote;
I do not profess to give a history of the past, but merely of that past
which is still living; as a matter of fact this involves so much, and an
accurate and critical knowledge of it is so indispensable to every one
who wishes to form an estimate of the present, that I am inclined to regard
the study of the “Foundations“ of the nineteenth century as almost the
most important part of the whole undertaking. A second book would be devoted
to this century itself: naturally only the leading ideas could be treated
in such a work, and the task of doing so would be very much lightened and
simplified by the “Foundations,“ in which our attention had been continually
directed to the nineteenth century. A supplement might serve to form an
approximate idea of the importance of the century; that can only be done
by comparing it with the past, and here the “Foundations“ would have prepared
the ground; by this procedure, moreover, we should be able to foreshadow
the future — no capricious and fanciful picture, but a shadow cast by the
present in the light of the past. Then at last the century would stand
out before our eyes clearly shaped and defined — not in the form of a chronicle
or an encyclopaedia, but as a living “corporeal“ thing.
So much for the general
outline. But as I do not wish it to remain as shadowy as the future, I
shall give some more detailed information concerning the execution of my
plan. As regards the results at
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which I arrive, I do not feel called
upon to anticipate them here, as they can only carry conviction after consideration
of all the arguments which I shall have to bring forward in their support.
THE
FOUNDATIONS
In this first book it has been
my task to endeavour to reveal the bases upon which the nineteenth century
rests; this seemed to me, as I have said, the most difficult and important
part of the whole scheme; for this reason I have devoted two volumes to
it. In the sphere of history understanding means seeing the evolution of
the present from the past; even when we are face to face with a fact which
cannot be explained further, as happens in the case of every pre-eminent
personality and every nation of strong individuality at its first appearance
on the stage of history, we see that these are linked with the past, and
it is from this point of connection that we must start, if we wish to form
a correct estimate of their significance. If we draw an imaginary line
separating the nineteenth from all preceding centuries, we destroy at one
stroke all possibility of understanding it critically. The nineteenth century
is not the child of the former ages — for a child begins life afresh —
rather it is their direct product; mathematically considered, a sum; physiologically,
a stage of life. We have inherited a certain amount of knowledge, accomplishments,
thoughts, &c., we have further inherited a definite distribution of
economic forces, we have inherited errors and truths, conceptions, ideals,
superstitions: many of these things have grown so familiar that any other
conditions would be inconceivable; many which promised well have become
stunted, many have shot up so suddenly that they have almost broken their
connection with the aggregate life, and while the roots of these new flowers
reach down to forgotten generations, their fantastic
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blossoms are taken for something absolutely
new. Above all we have inherited the blood and the body by which and in
which we live.
Whoever takes the
admonition “Know thyself“ seriously will soon recognise that at least nine-tenths
of this “self“ do not really belong to himself. And this is true also of
the spirit of a century. The pre-eminent individual, who is able to realise
his physical position in the universe and to analyse his intellectual inheritance,
can attain to a relative freedom; he then becomes at least conscious of
his own conditional position, and though he cannot transform himself, he
can at least exercise some influence upon the course of further development;
a whole century, on the other hand, hurries unconsciously on as fate impels
it: its human equipment is the fruit of departed generations, its intellectual
treasure — corn and chaff, gold, silver, ore and clay — is inherited, its
tendencies and deviations result with mathematical necessity from movements
that have gone before. Not only, therefore, is it impossible to compare
or to determine the characteristic features, the special attributes and
the achievements of our century, without knowledge of the past, but we
are not even able to make any precise statement about it, if we have not
first of all become clear with regard to the material of which we are physically
and intellectually composed. This is, I repeat, the most important problem.
THE
TURNING-POINT
My object in this
book being to connect the present with the past, I have been compelled
to sketch in outline the history of that past. But, inasmuch as my history
has to deal with the present, that is to say, with a period of time which
has no fixed limit, there is no case for a strictly defined beginning.
The
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nineteenth century points onward into
the future, it points also back into the past: in both cases a limitation
is allowable only for the sake of convenience, it does not lie in the facts.
In general I have regarded the year 1 of the Christian era as the beginning
of our history and have given a fuller justification of this view in the
introduction
to the first part: but it will be seen that I have not kept slavishly
to this scheme. Should we ever become true Christians, then certainly that
which is here merely suggested, without being worked out, would become
an historical actuality, for it would mean the birth of a new race: perhaps
the twenty-fourth century, into which, roughly speaking, the nineteenth
throws faint shadows, will be able to draw more definite outlines. Compelled
as I have