FROM A REJECTED PRIZE-ESSAY

Nations may not have missions but they certainly have functions. And the

function of ancient Italy was not merely to give us what is statical in

our institutions and rational in our law, but to blend into one elemental

creed the spiritual aspirations of Aryan and of Semite. Italy was not a

pioneer in intellectual progress, nor a motive power in the evolution of

thought. The owl of the goddess of Wisdom traversed over the whole land

and found nowhere a resting-place. The dove, which is the bird of

Christ, flew straight to the city of Rome and the new reign began. It

was the fashion of early Italian painters to represent in mediaeval

costume the soldiers who watched over the tomb of Christ, and this, which

was the result of the frank anachronism of all true art, may serve to us

as an allegory. For it was in vain that the Middle Ages strove to guard

the buried spirit of progress. When the dawn of the Greek spirit arose,

the sepulchre was empty, the grave-clothes laid aside. Humanity had

risen from the dead.

The study of Greek, it has been well said, implies the birth of

criticism, comparison and research. At the opening of that education of

modern by ancient thought which we call the Renaissance, it was the words

of Aristotle which sent Columbus sailing to the New World, while a

fragment of Pythagorean astronomy set Copernicus thinking on that train

of reasoning which has revolutionised the whole position of our planet in

the universe. Then it was seen that the only meaning of progress is a

return to Greek modes of thought. The monkish hymns which obscured the

pages of Greek manuscripts were blotted out, the splendours of a new

method were unfolded to the world, and out of the melancholy sea of

mediaevalism rose the free spirit of man in all that splendour of glad

adolescence, when the bodily powers seem quickened by a new vitality,

when the eye sees more clearly than its wont and the mind apprehends what

was beforetime hidden from it. To herald the opening of the sixteenth

century, from the little Venetian printing press came forth all the great

authors of antiquity, each bearing on the title-page the words [Greek

text]; words which may serve to remind us with what wondrous prescience

Polybius saw the world's fate when he foretold the material sovereignty

of Roman institutions and exemplified in himself the intellectual empire

of Greece.

The course of the study of the spirit of historical criticism has not

been a profitless investigation into modes and forms of thought now

antiquated and of no account. The only spirit which is entirely removed

from us is the mediaeval; the Greek spirit is essentially modern. The

introduction of the comparative method of research which has forced

history to disclose its secrets belongs in a measure to us. Ours, too,

is a more scientific knowledge of philology and the method of survival.

Nor did the ancients know anything of the doctrine of averages or of

crucial instances, both of which methods have proved of such importance

in modern criticism, the one adding a most important proof of the

statical elements of history, and exemplifying the influences of all

physical surroundings on the life of man; the other, as in the single

instance of the Moulin Quignon skull, serving to create a whole new

science of prehistoric archaeology and to bring us back to a time when

man was coeval with the stone age, the mammoth and the woolly rhinoceros.

But, except these, we have added no new canon or method to the science of

historical criticism. Across the drear waste of a thousand years the

Greek and the modern spirit join hands.

In the torch race which the Greek boys ran from the Cerameician field of

death to the home of the goddess of Wisdom, not merely he who first

reached the goal but he also who first started with the torch aflame

received a prize. In the Lampadephoria of civilisation and free thought

let us not forget to render due meed of honour to those who first lit

that sacred flame, the increasing splendour of which lights our footsteps

to the far-off divine event of the attainment of perfect truth.--_The

Rise of Historical Criticism_.

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