Does the present age,do passing events,present this character?I direct my attention at once to the most prominent object in this vast structure.
It is true that the consideration of opinion is fallen,caprice is unnerved,and,although still armed with power,receives no longer any respect.Man has awaked from his long lethargy and self-deception,and he demands with impressive unanimity to be restored to his imperishable rights.But he does not only demand them;he rises on all sides to seize by force what,in his opinion,has been unjustly wrested from him.The edifice of the natural state is tottering,its foundations shake,and a physical possibility seems at length granted to place law on the throne,to honour man at length as an end,and to make true freedom the basis of political union.Vain hope!The moral possibility is wanting,and the generous occasion finds an unsusceptible rule.
Man paints himself in his actions,and what is the form depicted in the drama of the present time?On the one hand,he is seen running wild,on the other in a state of lethargy;the two extremest stages of human degeneracy,and both seen in one and the same period.
In the lower larger masses,coarse,lawless impulses come to view,breaking loose when the bonds of civil order are burst asunder,and hastening with unbridled fury to satisfy their savage instinct.Objective humanity may have had cause to complain of the state;yet subjective man must honour its institutions.Ought he to be blamed because he lost sight of the dignity of human nature,so long as he was concerned in preserving his existence?
Can we blame him that he proceeded to separate by the force of gravity,to fasten by the force of cohesion,at a time when there could be no thought of building or raising up?The extinction of the state contains its justification.
Society set free,instead of hastening upward into organic life,collapses into its elements.
On the other hand,the civilized classes give us the still more repulsive sight of lethargy,and of a depravity of character which is the more revolting because it roots in culture.I forget who of the older or more recent philosophers makes the remark,that what is more noble is the more revolting in its destruction.The remark applies with truth to the world of morals.The child of nature,when he breaks loose,becomes a madman;but the art scholar,when he breaks loose,becomes a debased character.The enlightenment of the understanding,on which the more refined classes pride themselves with some ground,shows on the whole so little of an ennobling influence on the mind that it seems rather to confirm corruption by its maxims.We deny nature in her legitimate field and feel her tyranny in the moral sphere,and while resisting her impressions,we receive our principles from her.
While the affected decency of our manners does not even grant to nature a pardonable influence in the initial stage,our materialistic system of morals allows her the casting vote in the last and essential stage.Egotism has founded its system in the very bosom of a refined society,and without developing even a sociable character,we feel all the contagions and miseries of society.We subject our free judgment to its despotic opinions,our feelings to its bizarre customs,and our will to its seductions.We only maintain our caprice against her holy rights.The man of the world has his heart contracted by a proud self-complacency,while that of the man of nature often beats in sympathy;and every man seeks for nothing more than to save his wretched property from the general destruction,as it were from some great conflagration.It is conceived that the only way to find a shelter against the aberrations of sentiment is by completely foregoing its indulgence,and mockery,which is often a useful chastener of mysticism,slanders in the same breath the noblest aspirations.Culture,far from giving us freedom,only develops,as it advances,new necessities;the fetters of the physical close more tightly around us,so that the fear of loss quenches even the ardent impulse toward improvement,and the maxims of passive obedience are held to be the highest wisdom of life.Thus the spirit of the time is seen to waver between perversions and savagism,between what is unnatural and mere nature,between superstition and moral unbelief,and it is often nothing but the equilibrium of evils that sets bounds to it.
