Everybody in this room has, I suppose, heard of the "positive"
sciences, or "Positivism" in some shape or other.
What does "Positivism" mean?
A system based on positive facts. But what are facts?
They are (says the Positivist) observed phenomena. As
for metaphysical conceptions of all sorts, these are negatives
with nothing real, nothing positively true in them. Truth
must be sought amongst observed phenomena.
It is worth our while to examine this last proposition.
Take a "phenomenon." You have all observed colour,—what
is it?
A physicist, if you ask him, will tell you of a modification
in a ray of light variously produced—by refraction, for example—as
when sunlight breaks a dark cloud into many-tinted
beauty. But how if all the world of men and animals
were blind?
The physiologist will step in and speak to you of the
structure of the eye—the susceptibility of its retina for special
impressions; there he says you may find colour.
Put both accounts together, and they appear as part-causes,
each a factor helping to make up a result; which
result physicist and physiologist would agree to call colour.
Yet again: Suppose the human and animal world were
deprived of all consciousness, all which in the widest meaning
we call mind—their eyes remaining like mirrors, telescopes,
microscopes; perfect instruments, only every kind
of intelligence, instinctive or rational, gone. Where would
colour then be? The sun might play upon cloud or rain,
the light of a rainbow be reflected in the eye. Were there
but perceiving mind, the impression would exist. But we
are supposing the impressible to be wanting; there is no
sensation, no percipient; colour must remain unknown, for
there is nothing capable of observing it.
Now this shows you, first, how important it is to emphasize
the word observed added to phenomenon. It shows you,
secondly, where the ultimate seat of every observation really
lies; each observed phenomenon, each positive fact, is at
last neither more nor less than a mental state. The evidence
for each fact is the condition of your own mind, your
consciousness as it is called. You may sift the thing witnessed,
verify, examine, and cross-examine; but after all, your
own consciousness is the first real evidence you have got.
It would seem, then, that the most positive of all sciences
would be the science of mind; and the next most positive
the sciences which enable us to draw conclusions from our
positively existing mental states; the statements, we may
call them, which our minds make to us. Yet, strange to
say, the very first thing Positivism does is to dispense with
a science of mind, as mind, altogether. Mr. Mill makes it
a severe reproach against Comte, that he ignores both
psychology and logic; recognizes no power in the mind,
even of self-observation; accepts no theory even of the inductive
process. Mr. Mill characterises Comte's want of
mental science as "a grave aberration."12 It is indeed so.
This appears plainly enough in the example just adduced
from our commonest sensation, the every-day phenomenon
of colour. It was made up, you saw, of three factors, a physical
antecedent, a condition of the sensitive apparatus, and
a mind which received into its consciousness the impression
instrumentally conveyed to it. This last, you will remember,
was the first fact to us. It is the fact: the revelation of
an outward world, its changes and its continuing presence,
its rest and its constant motion. Without this fact of inward
consciousness, nature would have possessed no more
significance than pictures seen in the eyes of the newly dead.
Such being the case, it needs no argument to show the
importance of making quite sure that our interpretation of
nature is correct. If there be any unobserved illusion in
our sensory instruments, or what must evidently be much
worse, in our percipient mind, truth is at an end, and falsehood
received in its stead. Hence the necessity of observing
our own observations, subjecting our consciousness to
scrutiny, and being acquainted with the criteria, not only of
our perceptions, but of our judgments. It is this process of
analysis and criticism which forms a large part of the
method of verification,—a method the value of which did
not escape the great Greek philosophers, though some
recent writers seem to fancy it a modern discovery.
Inexperienced observers are often so little aware of the
pre-eminent importance of this critical process, that I will
detain you with an illustration of it for the benefit of my
younger auditors. My example shall be taken from perception
par excellence—our eyesight, the sense pronounced
surest both in poetry and prose. You will remember your
Horace
Segnius irritant animos demissa per aurem,
Quam quæ sunt oculis subjecta fidelibus, et quæ
Ipse sibi tradit spectator.
And almost everybody else has said the same, as witness
the old proverb, "Seeing is believing." Now I will mention
five instances in which people believe they see something,
and do not see it; in other words, the objective
antecedent is wanting, and the impression is produced
partly by the sensory apparatus, partly by the mind itself.
As I describe these instances one by one, let my hearers
ask themselves, How does this illusion come about? Is it
produced by our optic instrument or by our mental
activity?
First, then, Take a lighted stick, and whirl it rapidly round
and round. You believe you see a circle of sparks—in
reality it is no more than a simple train, and on a like illusion
the Catherine-wheel is constructed. Again, put yourself
in the hands of an optically inclined friend, and let him operate
upon you thus. He shall place a cardboard down the
middle axis of your face, quite close against your nose—one
side of his board, say the right, coloured a brilliant red,
the left a vivid green. After an instant or two let him suddenly
substitute another board, white on both sides. Do my
young friends guess what will follow? Your right eye will
see green, your left red—the reverse of what they saw before;
yet neither will see correctly, for both eyes are looking
at uncoloured surfaces.
Thirdly, Watch the full moon rising—how large and
round she looks, resting as it were upon that eastern hill,
and seen amidst the tops of its forest trees! How much
larger and broader than when she hangs aloft in upper sky!
Has every one here learned the true reason why? If not,
look at her through a slit in a card, and her diameter will be
the same. Fourthly, A schoolboy is crossing his bedroom in
the deep dark night, anxiously hoping that his head may not
come into collision with the bed-post. Though carefully and
successfully avoiding it, he imagines of a sudden that the blow
is imminent. Quick as thought he stops to save his head, and,
behold, the room is as quickly filled with sparks or flames
of fire. Another moment, and all becomes dark once more.
I have heard many a schoolboy exclaim over this phenomenon,
but never knew one who could explain it. Finally,
did you ever, on opening your eyes in a morning, close them
quickly again, and keep them shut, directing them as if to look
straight forwards? Most persons of active nervous power,
after a few trials—say a dozen, or a score—are surprised to
see colours appear and flit before the sight. Some years ago,
Germany's greatest poet tried, at the suggestion of her greatest
physiologist, a series of experiments on these coloured
images. He found that by an effort of will he could cause
them to come and go, govern their movement, march, and
succession. And this took place under no conditions of
impaired sensation, nor any hallucination of a diseased mind.
A thoroughly healthy will succeeded in impressing itself upon
physical instruments, controlling their law, and creating at
its own pleasure an unfailingly bright phantasmagoria.
Some here may, others may not, have apprehended the
distinctions between our five cases. The first two are due
to the sensory apparatus, its optical laws of continued impression
and complementary colour. In the latter three,
mind intervenes. The enlarged size of the moon occurs
through rapid comparison, the fiery lights in a dark room
through instinctive apprehension, both influences of mind
on the sensory system. The fifth and most interesting of
all is no bad example of interference between moral and
material law. The will truly causative (you may remark)
overrules the natural process of physical impression, alters
it, and creates a designed effect. I wish I could induce my
young friends to devise a number of experiments on similar
mixed cases, and, having tried them, to dissect out their
real laws. These sharpenings of the critical faculty are
exceedingly useful—they cultivate clearness; and most
people know that two-thirds among our mistakes in life are
caused by confusion of thought.
Besides all other uses, such lessons teach at once the
necessity, as we said before, of observing your own observations.
And as, first, the real witness of every observation
is our mind; every fact168 which comes through our bodily
senses being to us a mental impression, it seems but common
sense to hear above all things what mind has to say for and
about itself. Then, secondly, where would be the benefit
derived from our observations, if we could not reason upon
them, or could place no confidence in our own reasonings?
Yet the art of reasoning is so purely a mental process,
that it can be represented by symbols as abstract and
free from material meaning as if they were bare algebraic
signs. Thirdly, in the most accurate of sciences mind
extends our knowledge far beyond the circle of observation,
and gives us axiomatic assurance of its own accuracy. Who
ever saw, or ever can see, all straight lines in all conceivable
positions, yet who doubts that throughout the whole universe
no two straight lines ever did inclose or can inclose a space?
And, fourthly, can it be a matter of indifference to any of
us what evidence the mind offers concerning its own moral
nature, and what is the value of that evidence, and the laws
deducible therefrom? How true it thus appears that "know
thyself" lies at the root of all knowledge, and that the man
who receives no witness from within can know nothing as he
ought to know it!
Comte swept away all these and the like considerations
by a neat little fiction of his own. We cannot observe ourselves
observing, he said, we cannot observe ourselves
reasoning. So, then, logic becomes a chimera, and psychology
a word of contempt. Respecting this fallacy, Mr.
Mill thinks the only wonder is that it should impose on any
one. Clearly it imposed on Comte himself. But, "what
organon," asks Mill, "for the study of our moral and intellectual
functions does M. Comte offer in lieu of the direct
mental observation which he repudiates? We are almost
ashamed to say it is phrenology!" Mill regards this statement
as a reductio ad absurdum, but the actual organon
substituted is more absurd still. Comte's phrenology was
not the phrenology of Gall or Spurzheim, but a funny small
bantling of his own, a sort of "infant phenomenon," called
into existence not without a Positive purpose. In plain
words, mind was no longer to give evidence respecting itself.
We must study its laws in brain. How any true correspondence
of brain and mind could be known unless both were
studied, does not appear. Comte overlooked the question
in his anxiety to substitute for psychology and its laws a
bodily function and its laws. Yet his motive appears to
have been excellent! He regarded this dwarfed superficial
phrenology, Mr. Mill tells us, "as extricating the mental
study of man from the metaphysical stage, and elevating it
to the positive." The chief gist of which sentence, bewildering
to the uninitiated, opens up the very core and centre of
the Positive system—a subject for dissection of some considerable
human interest.
Each science is brought into the positive stage when it is
co-ordinated according to positive laws—"systematized,"
Comte would say. He has a perfect mania for systematization;
system is with him almost an equivalent for truth. Of
course, the real value of every system turns entirely on its
co-ordinating method, or principle of formation; and Comte's,
we see, was one of positive laws. The nature of these
laws is, therefore, the essence and turning-point of the
whole matter. I cannot impress upon you too strongly the
paramount importance of keeping this truth steadily in view.
But if any one inquires exactly what these laws are, he
asks, I fear, a puzzling question. Puzzling, for this reason
that, say what one will—employ any words, however carefully
selected—one may become liable to the charge of
raising a false impression. Positivist savans themselves do
not use any uniform phraseology, and many phrases they do
use are necessarily derived from philosophies most disedifying
to Positive ears.
Examples showing what sort of law is really meant are
therefore always welcome; and few could be more instructive
than this way of making mind Positive. Comte did not
falter in his purpose. Later on he explained the necessity
(for his system, you understand) of bringing our intellectual
and moral phenomena under the same law with other phenomena
of animal life; and reduced them, not to brain
action pure and simple, but to cerebral functions, controlled
by the viscera and vegetative movements of our bodily
existence.
Let us look at the meaning of all this. Soul used to be
conceived of as different in kind from body. The brain, the
nervous system, the body, were its organs, allies, machines.
Sometimes they, especially the instruments through which
the soul more immediately works, exercised reaction on
their sovereign employer; they impeded or suspended her
functions, and troubled her serenity. But though they might
cloud the manifestation, they could not destroy the essence
of a living soul. What they did was temporal and transitory;
but they shall pass away and be dissolved, while soul will
endure for ever.
The word mind has been much used to signify soul, as
acting in and through body. There is, however, some
vagueness in its employment. Yet we constantly speak of
the laws of mind, because soul is in this life the partner of
body; and therefore known to us as mind, and as mind is
studied through its laws. One psychological task has always
been to separate the pure activity of soul from the mixed
workings of mind, by examination and cross-examination of
our internal consciousness.
You will now easily understand how vast the change
Comte intended by his physiological organon for the study
of our moral and intellectual functions. You will see what
is meant by elevating mental science to the Positive stage,
and systematizing it under laws which people may variously
describe as phenomenal, mechanical, or material; adjectives
all roughly used to express the same general idea. What
we took for a spiritual essence is only a developed animal
nature, the difference between men and beasts of the field
is not one of kind, but of degree. ManKIND is a misnomer.
Humanity is (as Comte thought) a higher degree of animality.
We have no right to suppose a personal immortality.
Man may be said to live after death in the memory
of his fellow-men, but the truly Positive philosopher believes
in no other deathless existence. What we really can see
and investigate is a vast moving mechanism, our universe.
Beyond this all knowledge is a blank. We know of nothing
which set this mechanism in motion; it may have moved
from all eternity; it may go on moving everlastingly; or it
may wear itself out. Philosophy can teach us no more than
distinctions and degrees in the phenomenal law which pervades
and rules a universe without a God.
Yet Comte said that he was no Atheist. He even denounced
Atheism, and declared it as bad as theology. He
did not wish to deny, only to ignore God. Neither did he
desire to appear ungrateful; (pardon words which sound in
your ears profanity;) God was a really useful hypothesis
once; in the days when men had recently issued from their
primæval forests. Thanking the Deity for His provisional
services, Comte courteously dismissed Him from His throne.
All this will have seemed to you a most monstrous tissue
of negations. But Comte held it to be a code of Positive
faith; a faith firmly grounded on the self-sufficingness of
human nature, read according to his version of course—void
of belief in a personality which survives the grave,
without knowledge of, trust in, or prayer to God. The
blessings of this advanced faith he desired to extend far and
wide. At the present moment his desire is realizing itself;
for the like attitude of thought has become a favourite position
among the savans of our Western world. When it
penetrates the more active classes, we shall discern it easily
by its fruits! what those fruits will be, is a question for
statesmen and for us all.
The chief hindrance opposing its spread amongst unsophisticated
minds has been a point much dwelt upon of
old by Plato, and by Cicero after him. It is the protest
which that irrepressible entity called soul perseveres in
alleging. We are all apt to shrink from the picture of bodily
dissolution:
"To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod!"
But what if the "delighted spirit" has been developed by
brain, and with brain must be dissolved? Our whole distinctive
human life, our mind, moral, intellectual, spiritual, rebels
against a doom of subjection to that crass material law!
Yet can we establish a difference? Can we show that the law
of our true being differs from the law of things outside us?
This question, unspeakably interesting to every one of
us, might be put in various shapes. We might ask, Can the
protest of soul be set down as a mere sentiment only?
If it were no more than an instinct of our nature, it would
deserve consideration; for why should so high and noble an
instinct be aimless and misleading? If we cannot trust our
own souls, what are we to trust? Phenomena themselves
are given us within. Mathematical truths, which Positivists
are obliged to exempt from phenomenal law, have a
subjective validity—we cannot help thinking them, and we
cannot think their contradictories.
But suppose that a future state of recompence with its
inferential moralities cannot be denied without denying our
own consciousness—pronouncing the clearest of our intuitions
a will o' the wisp—or, sadder still, a corpse light on
the grave of hope—nay, more, without subverting the law
which makes human society to differ from animal gregariousness,
and gives to human action its spring, its liberty, its
life—suppose all this true, what shall, what can we say?
And such is the issue I propose to try this morning.
The plan I have devised for trying it fairly is, first, to
get as clear an idea as short compass will allow of what
Positivism says on our question. Afterwards to state a case
for moral law by way of antithesis. It is through the law of
our moral being that we may most readily look for something
to difference our souls from creatures below them. The
strain I shall have to put on your attention lies in this; after
grasping in brief the Positivist attitude, I must ask that
you will not take my facts or arguments on trust, but will
verify each severally by an appeal to your own consciousness.
It is always upon the law deduced from or applied to
facts that you ought to exercise your greatest vigilance.
For law interprets facts to us—we might almost say that
under its manipulation they bend like a nose of wax;
nothing, you will remember, so flexible as figures, except
facts.
Let me represent these maxims to you under a similitude.
Everybody has looked (when young at least) through a
kaleidoscope, and has observed the beauty of its many-coloured
figures, their symmetrical shapes, and the enchantment
of their succession. What magic creates this phantasmagoria?
Some pretty bits of coloured glass, shining
gewgaws, scraps of lace, fripperies, and other odds and
ends, are put into a translucent box, and beheld through a
tube fitted with mirrors which are set at an angle determined
by optical law. The broken knick-knacks represent the
facts of everybody's phenomenal kaleidoscope; the reflecting
angle under which they are seen is its law; the coloured
images are everybody's impressions of things, nature, and
mankind. As long as you live, remember that whenever
you are contemplating the world's phenomena—whenever
you see facts of life, either great or small, you are looking
at them through some optical instrument or another. If its
law accords with their law, your view is truthful; but then
it will be all the less pretty, the less symmetrical. There
are dark spots in our real world, checks of all sorts, moral
evil, anguish of heart and conscience, foresights, stern accountabilities!
You have lost your childhood's magic glass,
and have got a clear reflecting telescope in its stead! Pity
to forego the nice kaleidoscope where all was so bright,
so harmonious, and arrayed in such regular shapes. Yet
the view it gave was worth what most people's views are
worth—precisely nothing!
Comte had his kaleidoscope. Every systematizer who
allows no mystery, no darkness anywhere, must keep the
article; in point of fact, most people enjoy having one.
Alas! for the 19th century! It has such a feverish viewiness,
such a fashion of incessantly turning its magic tube,
that life seems little else than a dreamy phantasmagoria!
To construct a steady reflecting instrument for yourself
requires industry, time, and thought, three things which few
people care to bestow upon their beliefs. Therefore the
practice is to pick up kaleidoscopes ready-made at a cheap
rate, and to feel as easy as stern realities will permit on the
subject of their truthfulness. Romances are the kaleidoscopes
of one class, cram-books of a second, newspapers of
a third, self-love the optical law of the greatest number.
We are met this morning to break up a grand kaleidoscope,
and to look into its construction. I shall do my endeavour
to prevent you all from replacing it by any instrument of a
ready-made sort. The easiest plan for all lecturers is to
display a series of transparent conclusions; but I shall prefer
furnishing you with facts and arguments, letting you put
them together, look at them, and verify their law of true
vision for yourselves.
Let us see Comte's law first. It was, strictly speaking, a
law of succession and resemblance. You will guess at once
that were this all we could see in the phenomenal world, our
insight would be very limited. And Comte's object was to
limit us. We can never know, Positively speaking, final
causes; those which make up the common notion of design,
purpose, intention. Nor yet any efficient causes; nothing
truly productive of an effect, as men usually say. All we
can know is the middle of a chain of successive phenomena.
The two ends are absolutely hidden from our eyes. It was
in this sense that Comte denied causation—his language was
vigorous; he denounced it as metaphysical, and when Comte
nicknames anything metaphysical or theological, he means,
as everybody knows, Anathema maranatha.
The difficulty here is palpable. A law of averages—a
statistical law, as it is often called, does not profess to
account for anything; it merely generalizes crude material,
and gets it ready for scientific thought to work out the true
law. But a law of succession has an imposing sound, and
it does in the worst sense impose. The fallacy may be
shown in an instant. Day and night succeed each other
regularly. Does either account for the other? The rotation
of the earth is simultaneous with both—it accounts for both.
Its effect is to expose the earth's two hemispheres alternately
to the sun's rays. This rotation coincides again with other
laws of our planetary system, and they account for it. It
is on these laws, and not on such grounds as Hume, Comte's
great Positive antecedent, alleged, that we look for sunset
and sunrise. When they fail, the system of which our globe
forms part will have collapsed.
Such then was the original kaleidoscope of Positivism.
It was condemned for reasons which will have plainly appeared
to you. Other eyes have swept the field of vision
this world offers, and other instruments to aid our insight
have been adopted.
You will not have failed already to remark the extreme
vagueness of that word "law." There are very few English
words more vague: it is applied to almost every sort of
formula, force, principle, idea; besides being misused in
ways almost innumerable. You must therefore, when busy
with questions like the present, fix your attention upon the
adjectives added to it, and the examples selected by way of
illustration.
The Positive system is, according to Littré, of immeasurable
extent, embracing the whole universe. Thus, whatever
was conceived in dark preparatory ages, theological or metaphysical;
whatsoever persons, who philosophize in either of
those antiquated ways may even now dream;—if the conception
cannot be reduced under Positive laws, it must be regarded
as non-existent. All that really exists is included
within such laws, the definition of which, therefore, becomes
a subject of the greatest possible importance. They are,
he says, immanent causes. The room we are in contains
intelligent and educated people, but how many here could
define this word "immanent"? It and its correlative,
transcendent, are in truth metaphysical terms. If you will
turn to Mellin's Encyclopædic Word-Book (favourably known
to metaphysicians for purposes of pillage), you will find
immanent explained, under the German einheimisch, into ten
shades of usage. Probably, in common English Littré
might have said "inherent." "The universe," he writes,
"now appears to us as a whole, having its causes within
itself, causes which we name its laws. The long conflict
between immanence and transcendence is touching its close.
Transcendence is theology or metaphysic, explaining the
universe by causes outside it; immanence is science, explaining
the universe by causes within itself."13 Now, one
stock-in-trade example is that a stone falls to the ground by
virtue of an immanent cause. In plainer words, the stone
belongs to universal matter of which gravity is an inherent
law. Next, we find this same example Positively applied to
the human will. Volition is free just as a falling stone is free;
it obeys its own inherent law. Further, we read of "the
rigorous fatalities which make the world what it is." Comte,
Littré, and others object against calling these fatalities
materialistic, because they distinguish gradations of law.
Yet they limit all human knowledge within the materialistic
circle, and Janet, who refuses to acquit them of Materialism,
dwells on the point that, instead of defining mind as
an unknown cause of thought, emotion, and will, it is said
to be, "when anatomically considered, the sum of the functions
of brain and spinal cord; and when considered
physiologically, the sum of the functions of brain in consciously
receiving impressions."14 We need not wish to dispute
about words. But suppose it had been stated in plain
French or English that all known or knowable objects in the
universe are placed by Positivism under the rule of laws as
rigorous in their fatality as the laws of matter, would not
the ultimate point in question have been more tangible,
more intelligible? People might indeed have said, "Why,
after all Positivism comes to the same thing as Fatalism, or
Materialism;" and with certain writers this risk may very
possibly be held a decisive objection.
Once more,—another explanation given by Littré is, that
Positivism lies strictly within the "relative." Many here are
aware how, since Kant's time, England, France, and Germany
have been flooded with metaphysic, good, bad, and
indifferent, on the relative and the conditioned. Pity that
Littré should have plunged into these whirlpools! Ravaisson
refers to Herbert Spencer and Sophie St. Germain
for the point that this conception, the relative, must always
imply the existence of an absolute, known or unknown.169 I
cannot follow him now, but any one interested in doing so
will find the subject commenced at page 66 of his "Philosophie
en France," (one of the Imperial Reports), and continued
through sections 9 and 10. It is a very important
discussion. Ravaisson stands out amongst Frenchmen as a
consummate master of his science; and he inclines to infer
that Comte tended, and that Positivism generally now tends,
towards a final return to metaphysic. However this may
be, I fear I have tired you, and am glad to quit this dry
part of my lecture, and get away to more common-sense
ground.
By way of introducing our most interesting topic, let me
draw one common-sense conclusion from the difficult tract
just shot over. During our passage, a thought may have
flashed upon you which I remember hearing in a Bampton
Lecture, somewhat to this effect—"Positivism is the most
negative system of all." It appears hard to avoid this idea;
for Positivism denies in express terms that human beings
have any knowledge outside those generalized laws of experience
which make up the Positive sciences. It denies
(in a word) the most essential part of what was formerly held
to be a knowledge of mind, both human and Divine.
Positive thinkers rebut the charge of negativism this way.
We confine ourselves, they say, to what we know; we do
not venture, like Pantheists and Atheists, into the unknowable.
We do not deny God, we only ignore Him. We do
not ask about the first cause of the world, or whether it has
a constructural final end. Such questions as these are "disedifying."
"The Positive philosophy," says Littré, "does
not busy itself with the beginning of the universe, if the
universe had a beginning—nor yet with what happens to
living things, plants, animals, men, after their death, or at
the consummation of the ages, if the ages have a consummation."15
Littré's sentence, which I have rendered
verbatim, reminds one of the prayer told to Bishop Atterbury,
as offered by soldier on the eve of battle: "O God, if there
be a God, save my soul, if I have a soul!" I am sorry to
repeat ill-sounding words again; but is not this really the
exact religious attitude of an honest Positivist, who feels
sometimes touched by visions of possible life after death,
"Of all the nurse and all the priest have taught;"
that is, if we conceive his attitude according to the least
negative interpretation put upon the system?
Continuing this least negative interpretation, let us view
under its light the Positive cosmology or theory of the
world's existence; of creation,—that is to say, if there ever
was a creation. A stone falls to the ground. Trying to
account for the phenomenon, we grasp a law inherent in the
material world. Other phenomena lead us to other laws.
We contemplate the material world with its laws in operation,
a magnificent spectacle of moving forces; an organic
whole, shining through its own intrinsic glory of never-ceasing
development. If we turn and pursue the reverse
road, and trace evolution back to its elementary principles,
we may dissolve worlds into primordial force, or we may,
as Professor Tyndall suggested at Liverpool, find the All
in a fiery cloud occupying space. Then comes the complex
question,170 What beyond? What before? Whence, and
How produced? a Positivist thinker may return one of two
answers. He may either say, "We do not know," or he may
say, "Nothing can be known." Take the least negative
first, as we proposed; it surely deserves this rejoinder: If
you plead ignorance, but surmise that knowledge is possible,
you ought not, for reasons valid with every true lover of
wisdom, to stop here. You are substituting for the ideas of
creation and first cause, what you call a primordial universe,
a material condition of some kind, producing phenomena
regulated by inherent laws, successive, perishable,
and nothing more! All once believed beyond, a blank!
Even the very name of philosophy consecrated by consent
of ages to the First and to the Last, admonishes you. Renounce
your vocation, deny your name, or proceed. We
demand a Positive result in the highest sense, not a fog of
ignorance, not a slough of despond. But if the second
answer be the true one, if the teaching of Positivism is that
nothing more can be known, let us be told so in plain
words. Let no one be charmed into the Positive circle by
false allurements; for of all vices treachery and hypocrisy
are the most cowardly. Are you really wiser than the pagan
Lucretius? If not, why boast of 19th century discoveries
in wisdom, insight, happiness? If you have examined the
relics of a primæval world, explored the races of living and
thinking creatures, if you have ascended to the starry firmament,
and traversed its shining hosts, to come back with
shame and disappointment, and tell us this is your all, our
all, then indeed the wages of your science is death. While
you speak your final verdict at least cover your faces,
"And, sad as angels for a good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in!"
These thoughts have brought us to the most essential considerations
of this lecture. Whether the Positive savant puts
in a plea of ignorance or of blank negation, we care not.
We will treat it as a challenge thrown down, and do our
best to meet it. Succeed or not, we will take no refuge in
ambiguities, but maintain a truly positive assertion. We
say that the world we live in is not one world, but two,171
distinguishable through the laws by which each is governed.
There exists such a thing as phenomenal law; we accept the
fact. But distinct, broadly distinct, apart in its working, its
elements, and its final result, is moral law. An appeal lies
to facts, and we shall try to justify our assertion.
The mode of proof now to be adopted is not metaphysical.
I mention the circumstance because investigations
into mind are apt to be confounded with metaphysic, and
are then supposed too difficult to deserve attention. My
argument will demand nothing beyond a hearing and a scrutiny.
It will consist of just so much mental dissection as
may be needful to show, first, a structural law of our inward
nature, and, secondly, to illustrate its workings and effects.
These two sets of facts will be placed side by side, in
order that each may check the other, and that their coincidence
may also (as I hope it will) furnish a fresh and sufficient
proof of the contrast between moral and material law.
Everybody knows how convincing are, and ought to be, facts
separately ascertainable, yet converging into one and the
same conclusion.
One form of speech almost unavoidable ought to be remarked
beforehand. I mean the word freedom as applied
to the human will and its volitions. When compelled to
use it, I shall do so only in the sense of philosophic as contrasted
with theological free will. By philosophic freedom
I understand that sort and degree of active choice free from
constraint which is required for the idea of responsibility,
an idea universally agreed on by divines opposed to each
other on the point of theological freewill. By this last-named
idea I understand supposed powers of spiritual
attainment, which go to make up a notion of self-sufficing
moral strength. With it the present lecture, being purely
philosophical, can have nothing whatever to do, but I
should much deplore misconception, because any theory of
self-sufficingness would be repugnant to my own personal
convictions.
Look now at the life of an animal, with senses often more
instrumentally accurate than ours. Survey the world around,
which furnishes the objects of his perception and his intelligence.
The mode in which that intelligence acts is held
to be more or less under the absolute rule of instinct, and
creatures below man are commonly described as those
"that nourish a blind life within the brain." Whether
this be or be not perfectly correct makes no difference to
our present purpose. The point I want you to fix your
thoughts upon is the directness of relation between the feeling
or intelligent principle of mere animal life, and the
object perceived, felt, or apprehended. Perhaps it may
give vividness to your thought, if you figure this relation
under the similitude of a right line connecting two points—object
without, apprehension within. The line itself will
then represent the impulsive activity of a creature, as, for
example, when a hungry tiger leaps upon his prey.
Now this directness of action is not the thing most marked
in our own proper human existence. What is really marked is
the exact reverse; the more truly human any action appears,
the farther is it away from resemblance to that animal characteristic.
Suppose a man acts like a tiger, he is simply brutal;
if he be governed by his feelings, however amiable, we pronounce
him weak or unreasoning.
Absolutely impulsive doings, such as the indulgence of
an appetite, blows struck in passion, or even in self-defence,
we separate from our volitions proper, and call them irrational
and instinctive. In educating children we check displays
of impulse, we bid them pause and reflect. And it is
obvious that education presupposes an educable power or
principle, which principle self-education (the most important
training of all) will place in a clear light before you. Interrogate
yourselves, then. You will see that the mental
power you most wish to train and augment is distinguishable
enough even in the commonest affairs of life. Take a case of
feeling. Some object—no matter what—kindles an emotion
within you—anger, wish affection, pursuit, dislike, avoidance—and
you feel strongly impelled to take action thereupon.
This would be the movement which was imaged to
our minds as a simple line. But to launch along it inconsiderately
you would feel neither proper per se—nor yet
doing what is due to yourself, because it is your human prerogative
to act, not according to impulse, but according to
reason. And observe, to do, or to forbear doing, is a question
by no means determined by finding whether another
emotion be or be not stronger than the first. What reason
demands is that the impulse you feel, or it may chance the
strongest of a dozen impulses, shall become to you an
object of careful scrutiny. You are bound in honesty to
scrutinize it; not only because it exists as an incitement
felt within yourself, but much, much more because it is felt
to be your actual self. It is your character which gave the
spring, and lives in the movement to action. Perchance
this point of character is a hidden nook, an unknown depth
of feeling or desire, undiscovered, unsuspected by your
fellow-creatures—a secret of your inner self. Nevertheless
it is amenable to the tribunal of a more inward self still,
to be brought before it as an object that shall be examined
and cross-examined, sentenced either to vivid freedom or
present suppression—it may be even to extinction evermore!
Each human being possesses this wonderful self-objectivizing
power. He is able to look at himself as a
NOT-self—a something partitioned off, and external; to be
thought about, felt about, reasoned about; to be controlled,
chastened, corrected. This power is our inalienable heritage;
we cannot resign it if we would; we cannot finally
suspend its exercise. Mountains could not crush, nor
oceans drown it; flames of fire never burned it out from
the breast of one single martyr. Whether we use our birthright
for good or for evil, it still remains with us; when
we act, our will is not a feeling, an appetition, travelling
simply from one point to another. It is a movement of
our world within, a movement of that microcosm called
Man.
Suppose a person resolves to employ this power aright.
Some wish or feeling, such as might drive a lower creature
to instinctive action, stirs within him, and becomes the
object of his contemplation. To the sessions of silent
thought he summons whatever assistants he can get; the
witnesses of experience, prudence, duty, the golden rules
of the Gospel; whatever seems most proper to determine
the question at issue,—fitness or unfitness, to act or to abstain
from acting. He says to himself (as all here have
done a thousand times), "This longing, thought, state of
mind, is wise or foolish, good or bad, right or wrong; nay,
'tis I myself that am so!" And in thus saying he is conscious
of that sort of freedom to will or not to will, which
makes up responsibility. He does not deny—contrariwise,
with the might of his whole essential humanity he asserts—that
the act of will is thus taken out of the direct line of
inevitable antecedency, away from the physico-mechanical
series, and enabled to commence a series of its own. In
a word, his consciousness evidences to him that functional
law which makes the human soul a thing more wonderful
than all the inorganic or all the animated universe besides.
And the law thus evidenced is the law of moral causation.
I said that our own soul thus becomes to us more wonderful
than all the known universe besides. I might have said
more mysterious; so truly sui generis and different from all
things not ensouled, as to be inexplicable by human sciences,
an enigma to itself, dwelling alone in its own awful isolation.
Do but think what cause is—nothing less than originating
power; what then must it be in stern and sad reality
for a soul to originate a sin! Yet we cannot deny the fact.
We confess it every day, not only in our hearts and deeper
utterances, but in the commonest though most tremendous
of words, the word responsibility. If a man were in no true
sense the cause of his own actions, he could never be held
responsible either by God or Man. But as long as Justice
maintains her seat, each criminal will be so held, so judged,
so recompensed. And the only principle under which Justice
can justify her judgments is the reality of moral causation.
If, then, this law be established, we have proved our point.
Just as we recognize a material world by mechanical law—and
indeed our knowledge of matter itself is only a knowledge
of its laws—so in like manner, and pari passu, we
recognize a moral world by its distinctive law. We live,
therefore, not in one world, but in two:
"Man is one world, and hath
Another to attend him."
The point is of surpassing importance! Upon it turns
the whole issue. "Can mechanism—or, as it is vaguely
called, materialism—be or be not accepted, with its attendant
theories, as the truth; that is, our whole truth, all we have to
live by and to die by?" Infinitely important issue! having
much to do at this very moment with the happiness and real
good of millions amongst our fellow-creatures and fellow-countrymen.
It is for this reason we must not spare pains
to demonstrate our moral law, for this reason also we will
give some passing sentences to show how worthless in argument
is the sophism most commonly circulated against it.
Men speak of a "law of motives," with complete assurance,
and without seeming to be aware of the twofold fallacy
underlying it. Writers on the subject furnish statistics of
suicide, murder, and the like; and then ask how the freedom
of moral cause can be compatible with so visible a
law? But what sort of a law is this? Clearly not a law
upon which the results are conditioned, as sunrise on the
earth's rotation; but a mere generalization, like the laws
of average before mentioned. Such a law does not govern
the acts, but the acts the law, or, in plain words, they are
the law. It is an epitomized result, inferring no more
consequence to our free moral causation, than a life assurance
infers to the contingency of our individual life or
death. The sophism would be readily detected if it were
not for that unfortunate word "motive." People forget that
a motive is not a power that compels us, but an object which
we choose to seek. "Will," we are seriously told, "must be
determined by the strongest motive." Now if, in thus speaking,
the strongest motive objectively be meant, that is the
motive essentially and in its own nature the strongest, then
indeed we may exclaim, "Would that this were true!" For
are not right, justice, goodness, absolutely and in themselves
the strongest? Yet men in general fail to pursue
them; they are chosen by those of whom the world is not
worthy. But if, on the other hand, the phrase "strongest
motive" is to be understood subjectively, and means that
which on each occasion is felt to be the strongest; what
form of sounding words has ever yielded a more barren sense,
a simpler truism? "Will must be determined by the choice
of will." It means this, and nothing more.
We may sum the whole matter of motive in a single
sentence. Motives do not make the man, but the man his
motives. To conceive it otherwise would be to imagine
each man a mere bundle of instincts, such instincts as we
calculate with certainty in the brute animals we wish to allure,
to subdue, or to destroy.
"Be not like dumb driven cattle,"
says the Psalm of Life, and old Herbert exhorts—
"Not rudely, as a beast,
To run into an action."
The beast feels an incitement, and rushes direct upon the
pitfall. It is the prerogative of a true man to subsume (as
logicians speak) each line of impulse into the circle of his
own soul; to deliberate in the secret chambers of a being
impenetrable even to his own understanding, and to put in
force the result which becomes as it were the free manifestation
of himself. When therefore you examine the actions of
a fellow-creature, and discern his motives, you praise or
blame what? not the motives, but the man.
Permit me to close this discussion by an example of the
manner in which we make and unmake our own motives.
No one present is so young, or so careless, as never to
have felt the pains of self-reproach. Some light or shade
of life projects before us the outline of ourself. By virtue
of the law described, we view and review it, as if it were
the picture of another being. In contrast with it, we place
our own ideal, all that our boyhood fondly fancied our
manhood would become; the semblances of those we have
loved and lost; of the father, who taught us to prize truth
and virtue above earthly wealth and distinction; of the
mother, at whose knee we knelt in prayer, and whose upraised
eye imaged the serenity of that heaven to which she
implored us to aspire. These beloved forms, robed in the
unfading freshness of a love stronger than death, stir our
heart of hearts, with accents unmistakable. They remind
us of what we resolved and trusted one day to be found, in
thought, in feeling, and in life. But, close to the glowing
portrait of our purposed self stands the dwindled figure
of what we actually are; and, oh, the shame, the anguish
of that stern, disappointing comparison!
Among the lower creatures (we ask in passing) what is
there to resemble this self-reforming principle? In the
domesticated animal, both beast and bird, we see wounded
affection, grief under a master's anger, and desire to win
back his love. In the gregarious tribes we find respect for
a common bond of what we almost may call utility; but has
any sense of wrong as wrong, or sin as sin, ever been found
educable? Man shows the mighty strength of this principle
within him, even when he shows it in its most repulsive
shapes. The remorseful wretch who throws himself beneath
the wheel of Juggernaut, is a different kind of being from
the horse or dog. And considering the self-interest, self-flattery,
and self-indulgence arrayed against it, may we not
say that the root of such passionate remorse has something
sound in it, else it would long ago have been trodden
out from the life and heart of mankind?
For now, as always, our honest anguish and shame sow
the appointed seed of our noblest attainments. Those steps
by which we climb our steep ascent are hewn in the travail
of our souls. David found it so, when he heard the voice
of Nathan saying, "Thou art the man!" and wrote words
which have come down near three thousand years;—"The
sacrifices of God are a broken spirit." "Of all acts," asks
Mr. Carlyle, "is not, for a man, repentance the most divine?
The deadliest sin, I say, were that same supercilious consciousness
of no sin; that is death; the heart so conscious
is divorced from sincerity, humility, and fact; is dead; it is
'pure' as dead dry sand is pure. David's life and history,
as written for us in those Psalms of his, I consider to be the
truest emblem ever given of a man's moral progress and
warfare here below." Truest emblem indeed! In it, we
see, as in a glass, how living in two worlds we cannot but
have a sympathy with each; insomuch that every man feels
himself to be two selves, not one; a spiritual and a psychical
man. "There is," says Sir Thomas Browne, "another man
within me, that's angry with me, rebukes, commands, and
dastards me." A double consciousness which grows upon
many a soul, until its truer choice and better motives are
attained:
"The life which is, and that which is to come,
Suspended hang in such nice equipoise
A breath disturbs the balance; and that scale
In which we throw our hearts preponderates."
This lecture started from the question, what is a phenomenon,
and how do we know of its existence? Seeing that
our knowledge rests primarily on the evidence of our own
mind, we drew the inference that Comte committed a fatal
error when he banished the science of mind, as mind, from
his cycle. Reviewing his various devices, and some devices
of his successors, for eliminating psychology, and reducing the
study of mind to a study of bodily functions, we approached
the stronghold of Positivism,—law. And, after discussing
the theories maintained respecting it, we boldly threw down
our challenge to this effect: law phenomenal or mechanical
admitted, we assert, the existence of another kind of law.
We say that the freedom of human choice between evil and
good is utterly unlike the freedom of a stone which falls by
mechanical law, and cannot choose but fall. The inference
from phenomenal law is the existence of a phenomenal
world. The inference from another existent law is that
there is another existent world. Man, we affirm, lives in
both; has sympathies with both; and, by virtue of his
double nature, is a true citizen of both. The ultimate
principle of man's higher nature is to us inscrutable; for,
even as the eye sees not itself, so neither does the spirit of
a man discern that which makes it spirit. But, though we
cannot know the soul, we can know much and many things
about it; things most important—nay, all-important for us
to know, since they distinguish the spirit that burns within
us from matter, from mechanism, and from mere animality.
Hence we do not, with the Positivist, ignore the unknowable.
Contrariwise, confessing our ignorance, where we are ignorant,
we strive to observe and gather all we can.
One thing that can be thus known is the principle
of moral causation; and this we have inductively investigated.
We began by observing a process in our own minds,
a process or law of self-objectivity. I am sorry to use such
an uncouth word; but it saves a long description, and you
will all remember the fact. That process carries, on the
very face of it, adaptation to the purposes of moral choice,
free from the material necessity which governs a falling
stone, and disengaged from the control of such impulses as
the incitement of ruling instincts. We next verify this law
by observing its operation; first, in single acts of the Will
accompanied, as you will recollect, by distinct consciousness
of choice and responsibility. It was in respect of this conscious
certainty that Dr. Johnson said, "We know we are
free, and there ends the matter." We verified, a second
time, the self-objectivising law, by its working and effects
upon our motives, which it makes and unmakes; eliminating
some, adopting others, so as to modify and alter our
whole real character. Any one who is happy enough to recall
the slow advances of successful self-education, or a less
ordinary process by which old things passed away and all
things became new, may recollect with pleasure how this law
served as an instrument of change; how it placed himself
before his own inward eye, even daily, in freshly instructive
lights, awakening new self-questionings, emotions, aversions,
desires, hopes, and stimulating to new exertions; how it
opposed itself to the mastery of any single dominant passion,
under which we say a man acts mechanically, because he
has already surrendered himself a slave to its sway; how
it became a check upon all day-dreaming or drifting with
the tide, when again we are said to act mechanically because
we yield to circumstances as they flow, and live a
blind life, like creatures that cannot escape the chain of
Instinct. For, observe: let any instinct, even the noblest,
be ever so nobly developed, if we act from its impulse only,
and not from a reflective choice of the prompting which it
gives, we are living below the image of our true nature,
because we are not striving to become a law unto
ourselves.
You may verify our moral law in numberless ways among
the common walks of life; and it really is a task of no great
difficulty, if you take with you the truth that the whole issue
is summed in one word—Responsibility. A falling stone
cannot choose but fall; were a man subject to material law,
he could have no choice whatever. Neither would it make
any real difference, if the Will were impelled by overpowering
motive, and did not make its motive to itself. The
slate which slides from a roof, and kills a child, we do not
accuse of murder; we do not attach moral accountability to
the hungry tiger. It is because man is not impelled like
stones or tigers, that we hold him responsible. And we
praise or blame in the highest degree his most deliberate
acts. The wrong he does with malice aforethought is a
crime in the strongest sense; the good he works with considerate
purpose we esteem his highest well-doing. In our
time the wills of individual men have changed the destinies
of nations; and any one who reads books, reviews, or newspapers
sees a vigorous use of that word responsibility. No
one doubts that these powerful wills are the true causes of
effects felt throughout all Europe, effects which will remain
when those who caused them are in the grave; nay, even
when generations—perchance dynasties—shall have passed
away.
In lower life, we honour the truly causative man who
conquers a habit of intemperance or any evil passion: it is
greater to overcome one's self than to conquer many cities.
We deem every one accountable for what he allows, or disallows,
in relation to his God, his fellows, or himself. In a
word, we consider each man so far the true cause of his own
conduct, as to load him with responsibility.
Yes, responsibility! Do not shrink from the thought;
it is wholesome for all. Do but practise self-control enough
to look yourself with honest purpose in the face when you
are about to act, you will never suppose that you act
mechanically, and you will seldom act amiss. If you wish
to benefit your countrymen, inculcate the grand lesson of
responsibility; for what well-informed person doubts that
one main root of our present social and religious ailments
lies in compromise with known immoralities, indolent acquiesence
in hollow words, and lifeless outside shows, where
ought to be heard and seen the rigid truths of accountability,
duty, consistency?—all impossible without a practical
law of self-scrutiny and self-control. Yet further: Responsibility
is also an undeniable witness to a world of life beyond
death. Just as even Herbert Spencer himself has remarked,
that the idea of relativity involves the correlative idea of an
absolute; even so, in thought, responsibility involves its
correlative belief, a recompence! But, in morality, the
evidence is stringent beyond expression. For, the idea of
responsibility is fixed in the nature of things; unchangeable,
eternal. And it contains in itself the loftier idea of
personality. Leading us to look for a world of righteous
recompence, it leads also to belief in a personal Being,
before whom we are responsible, and who will award to each
of us our recompence. David travelled the same road to
the same conclusion, when he looked round upon men, who
lacked mercy because they lacked justice, and said, "Unto
thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every
man according to his work."
Did I not feel that my strain upon your attention must
now cease, I should have liked to show at length how the
law by which we discover moral causation, may be verified
everywhere in the whole province of mind. It is difficult,
for instance, to look at the perplexing questions raised about
language, without perceiving that there runs through its
purely human formation the articulate results of an element
resembling internal dialogue; in other words, a law of self-objectivising
representation. In art, again, the perpetual
efforts of ages is to present our human manifoldness of
thought, feeling, and idea, before our one individual self.
Hence the art formula of multeity in unity. And what is
the true bond of society as distinguished from gregariousness?
Is it not the Gospel's golden rule? But how can
our neighbour be viewed as a second self, unless self has
been already objectivised before our moral intuitions? We
might follow the same thread throughout the conditions of
all philosophy.
The one thing we have to remember in every research
concerning man is that education, whether of self or others,
implies an educable principle; a germ, of which education
and attainment are the bud, the blossom, and the fruit.
Therefore, if we want to know Humanity, we must look to
the educated human being. The philosopher, the artist, the
thinker of every sort, must have risen into clearness ere he
can become a typical man. Is it not, therefore, a mistake
to appeal for theories of human nature to the statistics
(always statistics!) of ignorance and savagery? When
modelling our physical form, Buonarotti did not seek his
type in hospitals for maimed or distorted limbs, and exclaim,
Behold, such is man! Curious too, and contradictory, the
way in which appeals to barbarism have worked. In the
18th century we used always to hear of that golden age,
"When free in woods the noble savage ran,
And man, the brother, lived the friend of man."
In the 19th, savage life is cannibalism, superstition, cruelty,
terrible, revolting, loathsome; perchance, time must yet pass
before we learn justice to our fellows of any age! Meanwhile,
we may feel sure that our human ideal is not to be found in
the frost-bitten rickety infant species; nor yet in its dwarfed
and stunted adult; the cretin and the imbecile will not give
its lineaments; and it may be hard to say which is least
like a true man, the undeveloped or the perverted creature.
For example, what superiority in moral height has the savant,
whose self-satisfied science ignores or denies a God, over
the poor pigmy barbarian, unskilled in the use of fire, and
living upon berries and insects, who props himself against a
tree with earthward face, and prays, saying, "Yere, if indeed
thou art, why dost thou suffer us to be killed? Thou hast
raised us up. Why dost thou cast us down?"16 Better
perhaps the rude stammering of our race's childhood than
its half-speechless, half-paralyzed old age!
And here the argument of this lecture ends. Of causation
in general, and the grand subject of design, it has not been
my hint to speak. These vast topics have fallen into higher
hands than mine. My aim was limited to finding the
differentia of man—the moral characteristic which places
him in contrast with physico-mechanical laws.
It occurs to me, however, that you may employ ten
minutes not unpleasantly, upon what we can hardly help
calling the romance of Positivism. The story, taken from
first to last—part comic, part tragic—is as wild and weird
as one of the Frenchman Doré's pictures,—a story too
strange to be thought true, if it did not happen to have
been true! It has also its stinging lessons, and they follow
naturally; evolved, as it were, from the motley and mystifying
commencement.
Comte's life has been written by friend and foe. For
fulness of detail the right book is by his disciple and
executor, Dr. Robinet, who has just figured among those
who rule in the Commune of Paris. Robinet is very interesting,
for he thoroughly believes in his master, and
accepts the whole Comtist religion, calendar and all, which
Littré and others reject. No reproach this to Comte's
biographer, for that same worship is celebrated in our cooler
atmosphere of England. The Pall Mall Gazette has, by its
notices, made the celebrations widely known. There is an
account of the grandest yearly solemnity which will suffice
many, and excite the curiosity of more, in its number for
January 7th, 1868. It is not hard to see that the worshippers
differ from the recusants by a strong feeling that they cannot
live upon axioms sounding like negatives. They want sentiment,
emotion, excitement to sustain them. Let us observe
how Comte caught the first glimpse of this requirement.
His life was sombre—a boy delicate and fractious, disliked
by his masters, turned out of the Polytechnique,
repudiated by his great socialist teacher St. Simon. His
family relations not happy, his marriage least of all. We
cannot wonder at vagaries, for he had a real fit of rampant
insanity, and after release from an asylum had nearly
drowned himself in the Seine. His wife found him intolerable,
and left her home. Mr. Mill speaks of her
respect for him;—it was oddly testified after his death, for
she pleads in law that he was a madman, an atheist, and
immoral; repudiates his will, and seizes the consecrated
relics of his dwelling. Littré supported her against those
who, like Robinet, thought her little less than blasphemous.
If she had appeared in an English law court, we should
have known more truth than we do.
Let us now look at such facts as we have from the more
favourable side. The man lived a lonely life, as became a
sort of conceptual alchemist, sustained by a belief that he
was turning men's leaden thoughts into his own pure gold.
One brilliant projection of his has made him the idol of
Positivists. I confess it puzzles me, among many others, to
imagine how a qualified critic can treat such a philosophic
solvent either as true or as original. It supposes the history of
all human thinking to pass necessarily through three stages,
theology, metaphysics, positive truth; and that the world
makes progress accordingly. We will hope that the thing
called theology, a benighted belief in the government and
intervention of supreme will, is not altogether extinct in this
age of progress; if it be so, Mr. Froude encourages us to
look for a revival. Among lesser matters, the hypothesis of
metaphysical cookery is an idea one fails to realise. Was it
a banquet with joints cut Laputa-like, after some fashion of
concepts, or syllogistic figures? Was it a "feast of reason
and a flow of soul," or, more probably, an abstraction pure
and simple, as if a man could
"Cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast"?
Comte's comicalities strike most people all the more
because he writes on, always utterly insensible to his own
comedy. If any one wishes for a serious critique in small
compass, I may mention Stirling's appendix to his translation
of Schwegler's Handbook; Whewell in his Philosophy
of Discovery, and elsewhere.
Comte was most confiding in his own theory. Littré is
not so confident, for he has another theory of his own. But,
putting aside the question of its verification, we may remark
that in the rough idea Comte showed himself before his age.
Positive thinkers have busied themselves with physical
evolution; for example, the development of a brain from an
oyster or an eozoon; but Comte was intent upon mental
evolution.172 Man need not much care about the congeners
of a body sprung from earth; but soul is another thing.
We trust our own spirit, as carrying some image and superscription
of God; we feel and conceive it to be different in
kind from sensitive life; we love to think of it in its finality as
a spark flowing out from Divine Light; a breath breathed into
body from above. In the reverse of this belief there is doubtless
an element unfavourable to happiness; it makes some
men cynics, some pessimists, some simply victims. Comte's
infinite self-satisfaction probably saved him from self-torture.
But we judge that he felt his condition deeply, from the rapture
with which he hailed a new and brilliant discovery!
Yes, it was the most wonderful of all his discoveries; he
one day found an unsuspected law of life within himself; he
discovered that he had a heart.
To many, this is the black spot on Comte's memory;
they cannot receive his love, nay, his frantic adoration, of
the lonely wife of a convict, absent in the gallies, as a piece
of pure Platonism. Had Madame Comte's allegations been
sifted fully, we might have known all. As it is, I for my
own part like to think him innocent; he was mad from
disease, and perhaps from conceit; a conceit, says Mr. Mill,
too colossal to be believed without reading him up; but I
trust he was not immoral. His letters are against it, the
lady's face is against it, and above all, there is against it the
lasting effect upon himself. After a year's happiness to
Comte, she died and left him, as he thoroughly supposed,
an enlightened and a religious man.
Poor Comte! His sweeter life was buried with the
dead, who to him could never rise again. His religion was
no more than a funereal cult; a veil thrown over it, no
hope, no thought of reunion! The episode of Clotilde was,
in itself, one of those touches of nature which make the
whole world kin; the brief, bright, and long sad experience
the solitary had of his heart; the love, the loss, the unforgetting
sorrow! But, did it not prove, beyond the force of
reclamation to disprove, that Comte's system ends, at last,
in what is commonly called materialism? its faith (or negation
of faith) being in effect this, that we look for entire
human dissolution coincident with bodily death. And the
end flows naturally from the beginning; all we think is
phenomenal, all we know is phenomenal, first and last.
Our life is only a phenomenon; and death, death joins us to
the unreturning past. We are absorbed, all that is good
of us, into general and generic humanity; an Eidolon,
called the Great Being for our comfort; as if a name (what's
in a name?) could console us! The race we may have
tried to serve is to be our Euthanasia, our sepulchre, I had
almost said our cenotaph!
Strange thought, not without a kind of serpent-fascination!
Epidemic in England now, gaining force from its
unhallowed audacity! The consistent pessimist, who rates
men at the worst, thinks the worst in himself, and does the
worst by all others, and by himself, if he is but fixed in this
unbelief, need not fear what the world, man, or God shall
do unto him. It is the old whisper, "Ye shall be as gods!"
'Tis superhuman to sit and watch the storm; to have our
strong sensations, illusions they are called in France; blood-poisons
which circulate in our life, working hot passion and
mischief; sorrow to many a loving, many a confiding heart;
passion, mischief, sorrow, what matters it? there comes an
opiate by-and-by! The man of overwrought brain, used
up, worn-out feelings; the distempered dreamer; the reckless
worker of wrongs; the disappointed striver for an
earthly crown, all shall have their common slumber at last;
unconscious, impervious, unbroken. I will read you three
stanzas from a longer piece written by one not unknown always
where that tree of knowledge grew:—
"Cessation is true rest,
And sleep for them opprest;
And not to be,—were blest.
Annihilation is
A better state than this;
Better than woe or bliss.
The name is dread;—the thing
Is death without its sting;
An overshadowing."
If such be the thought to them whose natural heritage
stands strong, fringed with luxurious hope to live beloved,
to die regretted; what will the "overshadowing" be when it
passes, like a plague breath, over the children of toil and
anxiety, over them whose life is at best hard, and their lot
depressed and without "illusions"? Will they not want
their strong sensations? Will they respect any law, human
or divine, which stands between them and their enjoyments?
Will they not crush all who bar their pleasures, aye, choke
them in their own blood? Why not? The opiate comes
to all at last. 'Tis an act of oblivion! The overshadowing
will cover all.
And this is the coming creed of the 19th century. To
return to Comte, about whom I might say much, but must
not;—of course, he had no foresight of anything worse than
an immediate realization of his crowning ideas—sociality,
fraternity, Positivism. Europe split into small states;
women made incapable of property, but held objects of
religious worship; men worked on a communistic principle;
an oligarchy of rich; a spirituality of Positive believers,
with a supreme infallible pontiff at their head; Paris the
seat of infallibility and of order. Clotilde had shown
Comte a principle antagonistic to, and predominating over,
all egoism; Altruism was to burn out of men all selfish
aims, nay, the ordinary feelings of a man! A rigorous rule of
life was to aid, and a religion without a God to enforce, this
new law. Two hours a day, divided into three private
services, were to be spent in the adoration of Humanity
under the form of a living or dead woman. The image of
the fair idol, dress, posture, everything was to be brought
distinctly to mind; and the whole soul to be prostrated in
her honour. Comte, it has been said, gave woman everything
except justice.
There is a grave moral in this tale. Theology was extinguished;
but the desire to worship burned on—a fire unquenchable.
Is that desire, or is it not, a broad reality, an
inalienable truth of our nature? Comte accepted it for himself,
and not for himself alone, but for our whole human race.
Along with it he accepted the only principle which could
bestow universal validity. Our moral intuitions were acknowledged
safe guides, and something more; the rulers of
an intellectual world, the revealers of truth higher than all
beside. Often and often he asserted the dominion of
heart over mind. Probably, if Comte had lived longer he
would have acknowledged other revelations of our moral
nature. Moral causation, for example. That strange phrase
of his—"a modifiable fatality," self-contradiction in words,
suicide in sense, what did it portend? Was it the first sound
of a marriage-bell, freedom and duty once again united? A
change of his system wonderful to contemplate, yet not more
wonderful than the state in which he left it.
One cannot help here asking how matters would have
stood if Comte had died without knowing his Clotilde.
How incomplete according to his own account his philosophy!
how wanting in that which perfected the whole! A
notable fact this, throwing great light on the value of such-like
systematization which, after all, much resembles secretion
from that interesting viscus, the system-maker's own
particular brain. And there is another fact quite as notable.
How curious that Comte should have lived so long without
discovering whatever truth his own heart and a strong
human affection disclosed to him! Hence we might illustrate
and confirm a previous remark, that any one not living
a truly human life—call him undeveloped, uneducated,
dwarfed, or immature—is no typical man; and if we believe
ancient maxims, scarcely a learner in philosophy, certainly
not a judge of its highest and widest problems.
The most notable fact and greatest surprise of all is, that
Comte's prayer without petition, his passionate self-mesmerizing
adoration, his religion without a God, should have
taken any hold on men. No one can transfer to others his
private sorrow or his private joy; it is hard for a man to
get his thought understood, harder still to make common
pasture of his heart. But Comte devised extraordinary propagandist
expedients; those who consider his developments
mere madness, should explain why sane people have accepted
them. Comte set no value on Protestantism in any
shape. The religion of his own country he carried back to
mediæval forms, and then travestied it. There were many
festivals, a calendar of saints, nine sacraments, and a horrible
caricature of the Christian Trinity. This idea crowned
his sociology, which I need hardly say was communistic
socialism, enfolding (as socialism always must enfold) and
scarcely veiling the most iron of despotisms, both temporal
and spiritual. His mind delighted in contemplating a
synthesis of the great Fetish, Earth, with the great Being
Humanity; which last somehow assumes on occasion a
feminine gender.
To Clotilde, symbolizing that supreme object, Clotilde,
his noble and tender patroness, he transferred Dante's homage
of Beatrice; addresses to the mother of our Lord; and
stranger than all, the prayer of Thomas à Kempis to Almighty
God, "Amem te plusquam me, nec me nisi propter te"—"May
I love Thee more than self, nor self at all except for
Thee." Now consider: when Comte died, sixty-four years
had not quite elapsed since goddesses of Reason were worshipped
in the cathedral and other churches of Paris. Upon
each high altar a fair woman, chosen for her faultless beauty,
sate enthroned, her feet resting upon the consecrated slab.
Gaily clothed in tunic and Greek mantle, she was so displayed
by a torch behind her throne, so elevated above her
worshippers, as to attract from Phrygian cap to Italic shoe
their passionate gaze and adoration. Low down beneath
her footstool lay the broken symbols of a faith then declared
effete and passed away; just as half a century afterwards
Comte declared theology passed away. Music sounded,
incense smoked, Bishop Gobel, who assisted at a parody of
sacred rites, wept tears of shame, but in fear and trembling
he assisted. The object of this mad mockery of religion,
this empire of heart over mind, this woman-worship, was
to proclaim afresh Fraternity, Progress, Sociality. Sociality,
for the supposed law of which final development Comte
worshipped humanity and Clotilde—but disowned immortality
and God.
These two madnesses, how near akin, how far apart were
they? The world is not really made young by destroying
old things; yet the path of 18th century madness lay through
fire and blood. Its deeds are sometimes spoken of, even
now, as great crimes; but no great crime is criminal in the
sight of men whose life is godless, dark, and unsubstantial.
Horrors pass before them like unrealities. "The world,"
writes Mercier on the trial of Louis XVI,—"The world is
all an optical shadow." In our 19th century life, 'tis a skilfully
prepared overshadowing, beneath which men beat their
brows till their blood-shot eyes see red. "I see red," exclaimed
Eugene Sue's ruffian, "and then I strike with the
knife."17
Let me end by telling you a dream, which is not all a
dream.
A company of savans were seen in the visions of the
night, busy with a new scientific invention. Earth, they
argued, earth has her volcanoes, her burning exhalations;
men have electric lights, fires, gas lamps, furnaces. These
make up the world's proper illumination. The effect intended
was, therefore, to darken the air we breathe, so that
no rays from the upper sky should pass through it. The
inventors hoped that a district, a country, nay, even a world,
might thus be overshadowed by a gloom impervious to
moon and stars by night, to sun by day; and the human
eye see no changes, save those which the earth's activity, or
human power and skill, might produce. Terrestrial and
artificial alternations excepted, all was to be changeless as
winter midnight—deep impenetrable darkness! It was seen
slowly, very slowly, to descend. In thirty years the men
of science hoped and purposed its perfection.
Did those who had previously known the beautiful light
of heaven, who had bathed and basked in the life-giving
sunbeam, feel happy, or even calm, when they saw their
children and children's children robbed of celestial glory
and gladness?
Yet there is one thing worse than a world without a sun—you
know what I mean—Humanity without a GOD.
Postscript.
The Lecturer purposely abstained from reading Professor
Huxley's acute critique on Positivism until this Lecture had
gone to press. He now strongly recommends his auditors
to read No. viii. of the Lay Sermons.
Should any reader find difficulties in pages 23–25 of the
foregoing Lecture, he will do well to peruse Littré's "Auguste
Comte et la Philosophie Positive," chapter iii., particularly
pp. 42, 43.