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is as much as saying that the mind can a certain state, called sight; another, when know nothing but its own ideas; and yet, in relation with the tympanum, excites the by a curious perversion, the subjects of state we call sound. These states of sight ontological speculation are still thought and sound are relatively true-they are cognizable, and still occupy many a restless positive facts of consciousness; but they mind! With subtle truth is the Greek do not at all represent the actual nature of word for opinion the same as appearance the peculiar on-goings per se, which excited (doğa); and the more we meditate this them. The phenomena have only this rematter, the more we shall be convinced of lation to us. Light is not light to a flower it. What is perception? A state of the-it is not what we call light; but it is, perceiving mind-a change from a previous nevertheless, something. The flower, supstate. We are conscious of these changes, posing it to formalize its experience into a and to their exciting causes we give forms definition, would give a very different one and names; but we are not conscious of from ours; simply because its experience any thing beyond these changes-i. e. exter- must be different from ours, owing to the nal to our own consciousness. Turn it different relations in which it stands to the how you will, there is nothing in the fact exciting cause. The world, apart from our of consciousness but consciousness itself. consciousness-i. e. the non-ego quá non-ego Being and knowing are here one; to know is something utterly different from the more, would involve the necessity to be world in our consciousness of it, for our consciousness is not the world in itself, but

more.

Some of the ancients supposed that a state of ourselves. Nature is an eternal things threw off airy forms of themselves, darkness, an eternal silence! Light, with which were grasped by the mind as the its myriad forms and colors-sound, with things themselves were grasped by the its thousand-voiced life-are but human hand. This rude hypothesis was soon phenomena-are but states of the mind. felt to be inapplicable; and a further The great mistake lies in taking a metastep in the philosophy of perception was phor for a fact, and arguing as if the mind. taken, when it was explained by the were a mirror. It is no mirror; it gives mind reflecting, as a mirror, the images no faithful reflection of the world; it gives. (ideas) of things. A final step was only a faithful report of its own states, as taken, when it was shown that the mind excited by the world. Hence the common does not contemplate forms as the eye sees error respecting the "deception of the them that the mind is not apart from its senses." The senses never deceive us! perceptions, but that it is the perceptions- Whatever popular prejudice, or popular that a perception is a state of the percipient, philosophy, may assert, the testimony of and that mind is the collective unity of the sen: es is inviolable, and must be acthese various states. This immortal dis- cepted as such. Let us prove this by recovery belongs to Hume; though Spinoza ference to a common instance: a tower had, in his way, also foreseen it. If, appears round at a certain distance, but therefore, an idea is a state of the ideator, square when you approach near to it. This, and not an image of some external thing, you say, is a deception of the senses? This, then it follows that it is the mind which we say, is the truth of the senses. "gives the forms to things unknown;" that men, at the former distance, it will appear space-time-extension-light-sound-round, and to all men, at the latter distance, smell-order-beauty, &c., are not inhe- square. This because the senses faithfully rent in the essences of things, but are the forms with which Consciousness endows things are the states excited in the mind by external things. This discovery is the glory of modern psychology.

To all

report the impressions, and the actual impressions are in the first instance what we call round, and in the second what we call square. Nothing can be more plain. The impression is a consequence of the relation Such has been the progress of the philo-in which your eye stands to the tower-it sophy of perception; and its final result leaves us now no doubt but that the facts of consciousness are purely relative and not absolute facts. Thus a certain on-going of external nature, when in proper relation with the human retina, excites in the mind

Primum quod actuale mentis humanæ esse constituit, quàm idea rei alicujus singularis actu existentis. Ethica, pars ii., prop. xi. VOL. II. No. IV. 35

is A+B C. When, in walking up to the tower, you change the relation, and alter it to A+D, then of course you have another result in E (square); would you have the result the same in both cases? That, indeed, would be a deception of the senses, for A plus B, and A plus D would then both equal C. As it is, the result of the relation is faithfully recorded. At a certain

distance the tower appears round, at remarkable, however, because he had also another, square; it all the while is neither, for round and square are the forms of the mind, and not the constituents of things. The result of this long but indispensable digression is, that ideas are the images of things as they exist in relation to us, but not the formulæ of things as they exist in themselves. If, therefore, we cannot get deeper than phenomena-if every way we turn a thing we can only get an appearance of it, and cannot absorb its being in our own-how then shall we speculate on things in themselves? If we cannot penetrate the essence of a flower, how shall we penetrate the essence of God?

seen that in some sense the subjective was
not the absolute expression of the object-
ive as is proved by his celebrated argu-
ment for the destruction of final causes,
wherein he showed that order was a thing
of the imagination, as were also right and
wrong, useful and hurtful-these being
merely such in relation to us.
Still more
striking is his anticipation of Kant, in this
passage-"Ex quibus clarè videre est,
mensuram, tempus et numerum nihil esse
præter cogitandi, seu potiùs imaginandi
modos;" which should have led him to
suspect that the same law of mental forms
was also applicable to all other subjects.

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This consideration, therefore, that the Thus, then, may the inquirer escape mind is not a passive mirror reflecting the Spinozism by denying the possibility of nature of things, but the partial creator of metaphysical science; thus, and thus only. its own forms-that in perception there is But in denying it he will not the less be nothing but certain changes in the perci- grateful to the great thinker who elaborated pient-this consideration, we say, is the it. He will revere him as one of the imdestruction of the very basis of Ontology, mortal intellects whose labors cleared the for it expressly teaches that the subjective way for the present state of things; and idea is not the correlate of the objective he will affectionately trace the coincidences fact; and only upon the belief that our of Spinoza with those who went before and ideas are the perfect and adequate images those who came after him. Pantheism is of external things can any metaphysical as old as philosophy. It was taught in the speculation rest. Misled by the nature of old Greek schools-by Plato, by St. Augusgeometry, which draws its truths from the tine, and by the Jews. Indeed, one may mind, as the spider draws the web from its say that pantheism, under one of its various bosom, Des Cartes assumed that metaphy- shapes, is the necessary consequence of sical truths could be attained in the same all metaphysical inquiry, when pushed to way. This was a confusion of reasoning, its logical limits; and from this reason do yet Spinoza, Leibnitz, and their successors, we find it in every age and nation. The followed him unhesitatingly. Spinoza, dreamy contemplative Indian, the quick however, had read Bacon's denouncement versatile Greek, the practical Roman, the of this à priori method, though evidently unprepared to see the truth of the protest. It is curious to read his criticism of Bacon; he looks on it as that writer's great error to have mistaken the knowledge of the first cause and origin of things. On the nature of mind, he says, Bacon speaks very confusedly, and while he proves nothing, judges much. For, in the first place, he supposes that the human intellect, besides the deceptions of the senses, is subject to the deceptions of its own nature, and that it conceives every thing according to the an- *St. Augustine says "Substantialitèr Deus alogies of its own nature, and not accord-ubique diffusus est. Sed sic est Deus per cuncta ing to the analogies of the universe, so that diffusus, ut non sit qualitas mundi, sed substantia it is like an unequal mirror to the rays of creatrix mundi, sine labore regens et sine onere continens mundum. Non tamen per spatia kocothings which mixes the conditions of its rum, quasi mole diffusa, ita ut in dimidio mundi own nature with those of external things.* corpore sit dimidius, atque ita per totum totus; We look upon Spinoza's aberration as sed in solo cœlo totus, et in solâ terrâ totus, et in cœlo et in terrá totus, et nulla contentus loco, sed in se ipso ubique totus."-(Quoted in Mrs. Austin on Goethe, vol. iii. p. 272.)

quibbling Scholastic, the ardent Italian, the lively Frenchman, and the slow Englishman, have all pronounced it as the final truth of philosophy. Wherein consists Spinoza's originality?—what is his merit?

are natural questions, when we see him only lead to the same result as others had before proclaimed. His merit and originality consist in the systematic exposition and development of that doctrine: in his hands, for the first time, it assumes the

"Nam primò supponit, quod intellectus humanus præter fallaciam sensuum suâ solâ naturâ fallitur, omniaque fingit ex analogiâ suæ naturæ et The Cabbalists taught, however, a more vague non ex analogiâ universi, adeò ut sit instar speculi and fanciful pantheism, founded on material ana inæqualis ad radias rerum, qui suam naturam na-logies and metaphors.-See Salvador: Jesus Christ turæ rerum immiscet."-Epist. ii. Opera, p. 398. et sa Doctrine, tome i, p. 122.

aspect of a science. The Greek and Indian pantheism is a vague, fanciful doctrine, carrying with it no scientific conviction; it may be true-it looks true-but the proof is wanting. But with Spinoza there is no choice: if you understand his terms, admit the possibility of his science, and seize his meaning, you can no more doubt his conclusions than you can doubt Euclid; no mere opinion is possible, conviction only is possible.

do the most useful, and seemingly the most obvious arts, make their way among mankind."*

This pleasant satire points to a great truth. We might have gone on baffled, yet persisting, seeking the unknowable, and building palaces on air, "miracles of rare delight,"-but uninhabitable, untenable-had not a Bacon, answering the imperious wants of his age, arisen to point out that the method men were pursuing was no path of transit to the truth, but led only to the land of chimeras. Bacon, we say, energetically denounced all existing methods, and pointed out a new one, such as Time alone could appreciate. With how noble a confidence does he rely upon the Future! and how gloriously that Future has filled the measure of his prophecies!

But humanity could not at once relinquish its habits, and with the great Leibnitz at its head again endeavored to prove the secret of the world. Leibnitz, who refused to acknowledge Spinoza, never doubted the efficiency of his method; he went on " 'burning down his house" after his own magnificent fashion, and never questioned its success.

What were the results? We speak not of his mathematical genius, but of his ontological discoveries. The results were his famous monadologie, and his still more famous pre-established harmony: wonderful conceptions, no doubt, but bar

Did, then, Philosophy stop with Spinoza? did it either accept his conclusions, or reexamine their foundations? No: it is one of the sad conditions of metaphysics (or rather of ontology) to have no rest, no repose. Age rolls over age as the wave follows its brother, and each casts upon the shore its glittering foam; only foam, alas! and scattered by the next breeze; dazzling, bewitching, evanescent. It is one of the curious points in the history of humanity, that methods are so seldom altered. Each man follows his father, and endeavors to succeed where generations have failed; he never once suspects the nature of the method he employs that he takes for granted; yet, in most cases, it is precisely there that the cause of failure lies. This explains the slowness of inventions, and the repugnance to novel methods; what has been tried must be the right. When Bo-bo discovered the virtues of roast pig, by the accidental burning of his house, ac- ren as the east wind. These he transmitted cording to that charming philosopher Elia, the only way he could think of again procuring the luxury, was by again burning down his house. "It was observed that Ho-ti's cottage was burned down now more frequently than ever." The secret got abroad; every one was anxious to have his roast pig; and "now there was nothing but fires to be seen in every direction. Fuel and pigs grew enormously dear all over the district. The insurance offices one and all shut up shop. People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world. Thus, this custom of firing houses continued till, in the process of time (says my manuscript), a sage arose like our Locke, who made a discovery that the flesh of swine, or indeed, of any other animal, might be cooked (burnt as they called it) without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it. Then first began the rude form of a gridiron. Roasting by the string or spit came in a century or two later, I forget in whose dynasty. By such slow degrees (concludes the manuscript) "Essays of Elia :" Dissertation upon Roast Pig

to Wolff. Kant demolished them, and established Spinoza's notion respecting space and time, as forms of the mind. Fichte followed with his idealistic Spinozism, as he himself calls it, to prove that there is "ursprünglich nur eine Substanz, das Ich; in dieser einen Substanz sind alle möglichen Accidenzen, also alle möglichen Realitäten gesetzt." Then came Schelling, whose philosophy is saturated with Spinozism, and from which it will only be necessary to notice two or three fundamental positions, to see how perfectly they agree with those of the Ethica: "Gott is das einzig Reale, ausserdem es schlechterdings kein Seyn giebt. Was also existirt, existirt mit Gott, und was ist, ist dem Wesen nach, ihm gleich." Compare Spinoza, Def. vi. and Prop. xv.-" Quicquid est in Deo est et nihil sine Deo esse nec concept potest." Again,-"Gott ist nicht das Höchste, sondern er ist das schlechtin Eine; er ist nicht anzuschauen als Gipfel oder Ende, sondern als Centrum, nicht im Gegensatz einer Peripherie, sondern als

This audacious speculation Strauss first

Alles in Allem."-Spinoza, passim. Again, | "Gott enthält die möglichkeit seines made the ground of a serious schism; its Seyns in sich selbst."-Spinoza, Prop. vi. ; wants of philosophical fundus, however, Coroll. ii. ; and Def. i. and iii. The position sufficiently guards us from its reception of Spinoza, that the universe is but the here. England can well afford to bear the aspect of God, considered under his infi- sneers of Germany and France at her innite attribute of extension, is thus stated capacity for metaphysical speculation, when by Schelling" Die Unendlichkeit ist she contemplates the results of that specuGott, angeschaut von Seite seines Affirmirt- lation in the works of modern metaphysi. Seyns." Respecting the impersonality of cians. The strong practical sense of our the human mind, and its dependence on the countrymen revolts at the curious subtleties universal mind, Spinoza writes,-" Hinc and cobwebs so indefatigably produced by sequitur mentem humanam partem esse the arachnæ philosophers of Germany; and infiniti intellectus Dei; ac proinde cum di- though revolting more from instinct than cimus mentem humanam hoc, vel illud per- from a clear vision into the causes of metacipere, aliud nihil dicimus, quàm quòd physical impossibilities, yet the instinct is Deus, non quatenus infinitus est sed qua- a happy one. Foreigners accuse us, and tenus per naturam humanæ mentis expli- accuse us justly, of a want of appreciation of catur, sive quatenus humanæ mentis essen- generalities—a want of the true philosophical tiam constituit, hanc vel illam habet ideam." faculty of generalization: but this accusa(Ethice, pars. ii. prop. xi. coroll.) Schel- tion is by them coupled with an artifice of ling, precisely to the same effect, says, which they are unconscious. We are averse "Das Denken ist nicht mein Denken, und to generalization, but it does not follow that das Seyn nicht mein Seyn; denn Alles ist those who are fond of it manifest a greater nur Gottes oder des Alles. Ueberhaupt aptitude for philosophy because they apply gibt es nicht eine Vernunft, die wir hätten, it to metaphysics-on the contrary, such sondern nur eine Vernunft, die uns hat." an application is in itself eminently unphi (Jahrbücher der Medicin, bd. i. p. 13.) We losophical in the present state of the human have dragged these fundamental notions mind. They, however, couple the subjects forward to show how, in spite of different of metaphysics with the powers of genera terminology, and a more enthusiastic poet-lization, and fancy that the one includes ical manner, Schelling is the same as Spi- and presupposes the other, so that those noza in his philosophy; he is far less rigo- who are not metaphysicians are averse to rous and scientific in his method. Hegel's generalities. But in truth it is our weakmind was more akin to Spinoza's than any ness that we do not comprehend the im of the others, and accordingly, in his writ-portance of generalities, and it is our ings we still more distinctly trace the in-strength that we reject as frivolous all me fluence of the Ethica, disguised under taphysics. pedantic terminologies, and useless dis- The deplorable paradoxes and absurdities tinctions. It may be curious here to quote Spinoza's anticipation of the Hegelian Christology, which, in the hands of Strauss, Feuerbach, and Bruno Baur, has made so much noise in the theological world:-"I tell you," says Spinoza, in his letter to Oldenburg, "that it is not necessary for your salvation that you should believe in Christ according to the flesh; but of that eternal Son of God, i. e. the eternal wisdom of God, which is manifested in all things, but mostly in the human mind, and most of all in Jesus Christ; a very different conception must be formed."" Dico ad salutem non esse omninò necesse, Christum secundùm carnem noscere, sed de æterno illo filio Dei, hoc est, Dei æternâ sapientiâ, quæ sese in omnibus rebus, et maximè in mente humanâ et omnium maximè in Chris. to Jesu manifestavit, longè aliter sentiendum."*

"Opera Posthuma," p. 450.

into which the modern thinkers have been led, are owing to the vicious method which they follow, and which we have above com. bated. In Spinoza's time this Method was the only one which with his education he could adopt. In Spinoza Ontology reached its consummation; it remained for pos terity to apply this doctrine to every special case, or else to re-examine its foundations to see if they were sound. Posterity did neither of these (with the exception of an insignificant number of Baconian thinkers), and the progress of humanity has been sensibly retarded in consequence.

Such was Benedict Spinoza-thus he lived and thought. A brave and simple man, earnestly meditating on the deepest subjects that can occupy the human race, he produced a system which will ever re main as one of the most astounding efforts of abstract speculation; a system that has been decried for nearly two centuries, as

HER CHILD'S DEATH.

BY WILLIAM JONES.

From Bentley's Miscellany.

"Bring ine flowers all young and sweet,
That I may strew the winding-sheet,
Where calm thou sleepest, baby fair,
With roseless cheek, and auburn hair!"

My beautiful! 'tis now a year

the most iniquitous and blasphemous of THE MOTHER ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF human invention; and which has now, within the last sixty years, become the acknowledged parent of a whole nation's phi losophy, ranking among its admirers some of the most pious and illustrious intellects of the age. The ribald Atheist turns out, on nearer acquaintance, to be a "God-intoxicated man.' The blasphemous Jew, becomes a pious, virtuous, and creative thinker. The dissolute Heretic becomes a child-like, simple, self-denying and heroic man. We look into his works with calm earnestness, and read there another curious page of human history: the majestic struggle with the mysteries of existence has failed, as it always must fail; but the struggle demands our warmest admiration, and the man our ardent sympathy. Spinoza stands out from the dim past like a tall beacon, whose shadow is thrown athwart the sea, and whose light will serve to warn the wanderers from the shoals and rocks on which hundreds of their brethren have perished. G. H. L.

CALM BE HER SLEEP.

BY WILLIAM JONES.

From Bentley's Miscellany.

CALM be her sleep! as the breast of the ocean,
When the sun is reclining upon its still wave;
She dreams not of life, nor its stormy commotion,
For the surges of trouble recede from her grave!

Calm be her sleep! as the winds that are sighing
Their last faintest echo amid the green trees;
No murmur can reach her-unconsciously lying,
She heeds not the tempest, she hears not the
breeze!

Calm be her sleep! as the flower that closes
Its beautiful petal in night's chilling air!
She has folded her shroud too, and sweetly re-
poses-

Oh! far be the sorrow that dimm'd one so fair!

Calm be her sleep! as the whisper of even,
When the hands have been clasp'd, and the
knees bent in pray'r:

She has chanted her hymn at the portal of heaven,
And found the affection denied to her here!

Calm be her sleep! may the breathing of slander
O'ershade not the pillow bedew'd with our tears!
Away from her turf may the cruel words wander
That clothed her young spirit in darkness and
fears?

Calm be her sleep! may the tall grass wave lightly
Above the meek bosom that bless'd us of yore;
Like a bird, it has found out a region more brightly
To nestle its pinion,—but glad us no more!

Since thou wert laid beneath the sod,
And though the thought brings many a tear,
It glads me-thou art with thy God.
Ay! though 'tis long ere I shall see
Thy lineaments again, my boy,
Yet in the thought that thou art free
I feel a calm and holy joy.

A year ago! thou then hadst life,

But feeble strength was with it given;
How couldst thou stem the world's rude strife?
Far better thus to dwell in heav'n!
A pure, angelic, spotless one,
Amidst the seraphim above;
For this I can remain alone,
Foregoing e'en thine artless love!

A year ago! It seems a day

Since last I gazed upon thy face;
When thou wert at thy simple play,

I sought thy future weal to trace.
Rank, wealth, and fame, I deem'd were thine,
Long after I should be forgot;

No more the light of hope doth shine,
But brighter is thy present lot!

A year ago! thy happy smile

Dispell'd the cares that oft oppress,
And painful moments did beguile

With thine endearing, fond caress.
The merry sounds of that sweet voice,
Which still a ling'ring charm hath left:
Of all that made my heart rejoice,

In word or look-I am bereft!

A year ago! light laughter broke

The gloomy stillness of these walls;
In sportive mood thy footsteps woke

The echoes from these ancient halls.
But all is breathless now-no sound,

Save when the winds at times grow wild,
And break the solitude profound,
'Tis then I think of thee, my child!

A year ago! on this sad day

The spoiler dimm'd those eyes of blue,
The lily droop'd in slow decay,

Still lovely e'en in deathly hue!
A year ago! I saw thee laid,

Lifeless, within the earth's chill breast,
And envied thee the greensward shade
Where thou didst take thy dreamless rest!

My beautiful! whom still I love,

Though parted from me by the grave,
I bend unto the Will above,

Who only took the flow'r he gave !
To bloom more sweetly on that shore
Where I shall meet my fair-haired boy,
Where sorrow cannot reach us more,
Nor damp the fulness of our joy!

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