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THE ARENA.

EDITED BY B. O. FLOWER.

VOL. IV.

PUBLISHED BY THE ARENA PUBLISHING CO., BOSTON, MASS.

1891.

CONTENTS.

June, 1891

The New Columbus JULIAN HAWTHORNE

The Unknown (Part I) CAMILLE FLAMMARION

The Chivalry of the Press JULIUS CHAMBERS

Society's Exiles B. O. FLOWER

Evolution and Christianity PROF. JAS. T. BIXBY, Ph.D.

The Irrigation Problem in the Northwest JAMES REALF, JR.

Revolutionary Measures and Neglected Crimes PROF. JOS. RODES BUCHANAN

Spencer's Doctrine of Inconceivability REV. T. ERNEST ALLEN

The Better Part WILLIAM ALLEN DROMGOOLE

The Heiress of the Ridge NO-NAME PAPER

The Brook P. H. S.

Optimism, Real and False EDITORIAL

The Pessimistic Cast of Modern Thought EDITORIAL

July, 1891

Oliver Wendell Holmes GEORGE STEWART, D.C.L., LL.D.

Plutocracy and Snobbery in New York EDGAR FAWCETT

Should the Nation Own the Railways? C. WOOD DAVIS

The Unknown (Part II) CAMILLE FLAMMARION

The Swiss and American Constitutions W. D. MCCRACKAN

The Tyranny of All the People REV. FRANCIS BELLAMY

Revolutionary Measures and Neglected Crimes, (Part 2d) PROF. JOS. RODES BUCHANAN

Æonian Punishment REV. W. E. MANLEY, D.D.

The Negro Question PROF. W. S. SCARBOROUGH

A Prairie Heroine HAMLIN GARLAND

An Epoch-Marking Drama EDITORIAL

The Present Revolution in Theological Thought EDITORIAL

The Conflict Between Ancient and Modern Thought in the Presbyterian Church EDITORIAL

August, 1891

The Unity of Germany MME. BLAZE DEBURY

Should the Nation Own the Railways? C. WOOD DAVIS

Where Must Lasting Progress Begin? ELIZABETH CADY STANTON

My Home Life AMELIA B. EDWARDS

The Tyranny of Nationalism REV. MINOT J. SAVAGE

Individuality in Education PROF. MARY L. DICKINSON

The Working-Women of To-day HELEN CAMPBELL

The Independent Party and Money at Cost R. B. HASSELL

Psychic Experiences SARA A. UNDERWOOD

A Decade of Retrogression FLORENCE KELLEY WISCHNEWETZKY

Old Hickory's Ball WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE

The Era of Woman EDITORIAL

September, 1891

The Newer Heresies REV. GEO. C. LORIMER, D.D.

Harvest and Laborers in the Psychical Field FREDERIC W. H. MYERS

Fashion's Slaves B. O. FLOWER

Un-American Tendencies REV. CARLOS D. MARTYN, D.D.

Extrinsic Significance of Constitutional Government in Japan KUMA OISHI, A.M.

University Extension PROF. WILLIS BOUGHTON

Pope Leo on Labor THOMAS B. PRESTON

The Austrian Postal Banking System SYLVESTER BAXTER

Another View of Newman WILLIAM M. SALTER

Inter-Migration Rabbi SOLOMON SCHINDLER

He Came and Went Again W. N. HARBEN

O Thou Who Sighest for a Broader Field JULIA ANNA WOLCOTT

An Evening at the Corner Grocery HAMLIN GARLAND

October, 1891

James Russell Lowell GEORGE STEWART, D.C.L., LL.D.

Healing Through the Mind HENRY WOOD

Mr. and Mrs. James A. Herne HAMLIN GARLAND

Some Weak Spots in the French Republic THEODORE STANTON

Leaderless Mobs H. C. BRADSBY

Madame Blavatsky at Adyar MONCURE D. CONWAY

Emancipation by Nationalism THADDEUS B. WAKEMAN

Recollections of Old Play-Bills CHARLES H. PATTEE

The Microscope DR. FREDERICK GAERTNER

A Grain of Gold WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE

Religious Intolerance To-day EDITORIAL

Social Conditions Under Louis XV EDITORIAL

November, 1891

Pharisaism in Public Life EDITORIAL

Cancer Spots in Metropolitan Life EDITORIAL

The Saloon EDITORIAL

Hot-beds of Social Pollution EDITORIAL

The Power and Responsibility of the Christian Ministry EDITORIAL

What the Clergy Might Accomplish EDITORIAL

ILLUSTRATIONS.

June, 1891

B. O. Flower

Julius Chambers

Out of Work

Invalid in Chair

Cellarway Leading to Under-Ground Apartments

Sick Man in Under-Ground Apartment

Constance and Maggie

Exterior of a North End Tenement House

Under-Ground Tenement with Two Beds

Widow and two Children in Under-Ground Tenement

Portuguese Widow in Attic

Portuguese Widow and Three Children

The Victoria Square Apartment House, Liverpool, Eng.

Rev. T. Ernest Allen

July, 1891

Oliver Wendell Holmes

August, 1891

Elizabeth Cady Stanton

Amelia B. Edwards

September, 1891

Rev. Geo. C. Lorimer

Illustrations of "Fashion's Slaves"

Prominent Actresses in Costume

Kuma Oishi

October, 1891

James Russell Lowell

Mr. and Mrs. James A. Herne

Mr. and Mrs. James A. Herne Illustrated in Character

November, 1891

Hon. Henry Cabot Lodge

Noted Members of the South Dakota Divorce Colony

THE ARENA.

No. XIX.

JUNE, 1891.

THE NEW COLUMBUS.

BY JULIAN HAWTHORNE.

History repeats itself, but on new planes. Often, a symbol appears in one age, and the spirit of which it is the expression is revealed in another. Each answers the need of its own time. From the creative standpoint, which is out of time, spirit and symbol are one; but to us, who see things successively, they seem as prior and posterior.

If this be so, it should be possible for a thoughtful and believing mind in some measure to forecast the future from the record of the past. No doubt, past and present contain the germs of all that is to be, were the analyst omniscient. But it needs not omniscience roughly to body-forth the contours of coming events. It is done daily, on a smaller or larger scale, with more or less plausibility. All theories are grounded in this principle. And it is noticeable that, at this moment, such tentative prophesies are more than frequent, and more comprehensive than usual in their scope.

The condition of mankind, during the last quarter of the fifteenth century, bore some curious analogies to its state at present. A certain stage or epoch of human life seemed to have run its course and come to a stop. The impulses which had started it were exhausted. In the political field, feudalism, originally beneficent, had become tyrannous and stifling; and monarchy, at first an austere necessity, had grown to be, beyond measure, arrogant, selfish, and luxurious. In science, the old methods had proved themselves puerile and inefficient, and the leading scientists were magicians and witches; in literature, no poet had arisen worthy to strike the lyre that Chaucer tuned to music. As for religion, the corruptions of the papacy, and the corresponding degradation of the monasteries and of the priesthood generally, had brought it down from a region of sublime and self-abnegating faith, to a commodity for raising money, and a cloak to hide profligacy. Martin Luther was still in the womb of the future; and so were Shakespeare, Bacon, Galileo, Descartes, and Oliver Cromwell. Pessimists were declaring, according to their invariable custom, that what was bad would get worse, and that what was good would disappear. But there were, scattered here and there throughout Christendom, a number of men of the profounder, optimistic tendency, who saw in existing abuses but the misuse or misapprehension of elements intrinsically good; who knew that evils bear in themselves the seeds of their own extirpation; and who believed that Providence, far from having failed in its design to secure the ultimate happiness of the human race, was bringing the old order of things to a close in order to provide place for something new and higher.

But that obstacle in the way of improvement which was apparently the most immovable, was the geographical one. The habitable earth was used up. Outside of Europe there was nothing, save inaccessible wilderness, and barren, boundless seas. There was nothing for the mass of men to do, and yet their energy and desire were as great as ever; there was nowhere for them to go, and yet they were steadily increasing in numbers. The Crusades had amused them for a while, but they were done with; the plague had thinned them out, and war had helped the plague; but the birth-rate was more than a match for both. A new planet, with all the fresh interests and possibilities which that would involve, seemed absolutely necessary. But who should erect a ladder to the stars, or draw them down from the sky within man's reach? The one indispensable thing was also the one thing impossible.

If, next year, we were to learn that some miraculous Ericsson or Edison had established a practicable route to the planet Mars, and that this neighbor of ours in the solar system was found to be replete with all the things that we most want and can least easily get,--were such news to reach us, we might comprehend the sensation created in the Europe of 1492, four centuries ago, when it received the information that a certain Christopher Columbus had discovered a brand new continent, overflowing with gold and jewels, on the other side of the Atlantic. The impossible had happened. Our globe was not the petty sphere that it had been assumed to be. There was room in it for everybody, and a fortune for the picking up. And all the world, with Spain in the van, prepared to move on El Dorado. A whiff of the fresh Western air blew in all nostrils, and re-animated the moribund body of civilization. The stimulus of Columbus' achievement was felt in every condition of human life and phase of human activity. Mankind once more saw a future, and bound up its loins to take advantage of it. Literature felt the electric touch, and blossomed in the unmatched geniuses of the Elizabethan age. Science ceased to reason _à priori_, and began to investigate and classify facts. Human liberty began to be conscious of thews and sinews, soon to be tested in the struggle of the Netherlands against Philip II. of Spain, and, later, in that of the people of England against their own Charles Stuart. Religion was heard to mutter something about the rights of private conscience, and anon the muttering took form in the heroic protest of the man of Eisleben. It was like the awakening in the palace of the Sleeping Beauty, in the fairy-tale. Columbus had kissed the lips of the Princess America, and at once the long-pent stream of old-world life dashed onward like a cataract.

A new world! Four hundred years have passed, and the New World is less a novelty than it was. We have begun to suspect that no given number of square miles of land, no eloquence and sagacity of paper preambles and declarations, no swiftness of travel nor instantaneousness of communication, no invincibility of ironclads nor refinement of society, no logic in religion, no gospel of political economy,--none of these and a hundred other things will read us the Riddle of the Sphinx. _Non tali auxilio, nec defensoribus istis!_ The elements of true life lie deeper and are simpler. Once more, it seems, we have reached the limits of a dispensation, and are halted by a blank wall. There is no visible way over it, nor around it. We cannot stand still; still less can we turn back. What is to happen? What happens when an irresistible force encounters an impenetrable barrier?

That was the question asked in Columbus' day; and he found an answer to it. Are we to expect the appearance of a new Columbus to answer it again? To unimaginative minds it looks as if there were no career for a new Columbus. In the first place, population is increasing so fast that soon even the steppes of Russia and the western American plains will be overcrowded. Again, land, and the control of industries, are falling into the possession of a comparative handful of persons, to whom the rest of the population must inevitably become subject; or, should the latter rebel, the ensuing period of chaos would be followed, at best, by a return of the old conditions. Religion is a lifeless letter, a school of good-breeding, a philosophical amusement; the old unreasoning faith that moved mountains can never revive. Science advances with ever more and yet more caution, but each new step only confirms the conviction that the really commanding secrets of existence will forever elude discovery. Literature, rendered uncreative by the scientific influence, has fallen to refining upon itself, and photographing a narrow conception of facts. The exhausting heats of Equatorial Africa, and the paralyzing cold of the Poles, forbid the hope of successful colonization of those regions. Social life is an elaborate apeing of behavior which has no root in the real impulses of the human heart; its true underlying spirit is made up of hatred, covetousness, and self-indulgence. There are no illusions left to us, no high, inspiring sentiment. We have reached our limit, and the best thing to be hoped for now is some vast cataclysmal event, which, by destroying us out-of-hand, may save us the slow misery of extinction by disease, despair, and the enmity of every man against every other. What Columbus can help us out of such a predicament?

Such is the refrain of the nineteenth century pessimist. But, as before, the sprouting of new thought and belief is visible to the attentive eye all over the surface of the sordid field of a decaying civilization. The time has come when the spirit of Columbus' symbol shall avouch itself, vindicating the patient purpose of Him who brings the flower from the seed. Great discoveries come when they are needed; never too early nor too late. When nothing else will serve the turn, then, and not till then, the rock opens, and the spring gushes forth. Who that has considered the philosophy of the infinitely great and of the infinitely minute can doubt the inexhaustibleness of nature? And what is nature but the characteristic echo, in sense, of the spirit of man?

Even on the material plane, there are numberless opportunities for the new Columbus. Ever and anon a canard appears in a newspaper, or a romance is published, reporting or describing some imaginary invention which is to revolutionize the economical situation. The problem of air-navigation is among the more familiar of these suggestions, though by no means the most important of them. No doubt we shall fly before long, but that mode of travel will be, after all, nothing more than an improvement upon existing means of intercommunication. After the principle has been generally adopted, and the novelty has worn off, we shall find ourselves not much better, nor much worse off than we were before. Flying will be but another illustration of the truth that competition is only intensified by the perfecting of its instruments. Men will still be poor and rich, happy and unhappy, as formerly. If I can go from New York to London in a day, instead of in a week, so also can those against whom I am competing. The idea that there is any real gain of time is an illusion; the day will still contain its four-and-twenty hours, and I shall, as before, sleep so many, play so many, and work so many. Relatively, my state will be unchanged.

More promising is the idea of the transformation of matter. Science is now nearly ready to affirm that substances of all kinds are specific conditions of etheric vortices. Vibration is the law of existence, and if we could control vibrations, we could create substances, either directly from the etheric base, or, mediately, by inducing the atoms of any given substance so to modify their mutual arrangement, or characteristic vibration, as to produce another substance. It is evident that if this feat is ever performed, it must be by some process of elemental simplicity, readily available for every tyro. A prophet has arisen, during these latter days, in Philadelphia, who somewhat obscurely professes to be on the track of this discovery. He is commonly regarded as a charlatan; but men cognizant of the latest advances of science admit themselves unable to explain upon any known principles the effects he produces. It need not be pointed out that if Mr. Keely, or any one else, has found a way to metamorphose one substance into another, the consequences to the world must be profound. Labor for one's daily bread will be a thing of the past, when bread may be made out of stones by the mere setting-up of a particular vibration. The race for wealth will cease, when every one is equally able to command all the resources of the globe. The whole point of view regarding the material aspects of life will be vitally altered; leisure (so far as necessary physical effort is concerned) will inevitably be universal. For when we consider what have been the true motives of civilization and its appurtenances during the greater part of the historical period, we find it to be the desire to better our physical condition. It is commerce that has built cities, made railroads, laws, and wars, maintained the boundaries of nations, and kept up the human contact which we are accustomed to call society. When commerce ceases--as it will cease, when there is no longer any reason for its existence--all the results of it that we have mentioned will cease also. In other words, civilization and society, as we now know them, will disappear. Human beings will stay where they are born, and live as the birds do. There will be no work except creative or artistic work, done for the mere pleasure of the doing, voluntarily. Society will no longer be based upon mutual rivalries and the gain of personal advantage. Science will not be pursued on its present lines, or for its present ends; for when the human race has attained leisure and the gratification of its material wants, it would have no motives for further merely physical investigation.

This would seem to involve a new kind of barbarism. And so, no doubt, it would, were the discoveries of our Columbus to be limited to the material plane. But it is far more probable that material transubstantiation will be merely the corollary or accompaniment of an infinitely more important revelation and expansion in the spiritual sphere. What we are to expect is an awakening of the soul; the re-discovery and re-habilitation of the genuine and indestructible religious instinct. Such a religious revival will be something very different from what we have hitherto known under that name. It will be a spontaneous and joyful realization by the soul of its vital relations with its Creator. Ecclesiastical forms and dogmas will vanish, and nature will be recognized as a language whereby God converses with man. The interpretation of this language, based as it is upon an eternal and living symbolism, containing infinite depths beyond depths of meaning, will be a sufficient study and employment for mankind forever. Art will receive an inconceivable stimulus, from the recognition of its true significance as a re-humanization of nature, and from the perception of its scope and possibilities. Science will become, in truth, the handmaid of religion, in that it will be devoted to reporting the physical analogies of spiritual truths, and following them out in their subtler details. Hitherto, the progress of science has been slow, and subject to constant error and revision, because it would not accept the inevitable dependence of body on soul, as of effect on cause. But as soon as physical research begins to go hand-in-hand with moral or psychical, it will advance with a rapidity hitherto unimagined, each assisting and classifying the other. The study of human nature will give direction to the study of the nature that is not human; and the latter will illustrate and confirm the conclusions of the former. More than half the difficulties of science as now practised is due to ignorance of what to look for; but when it can refer at each step to the truths of the mind and heart, this obstacle will disappear, and certainty take the place of experiment.

The attitude of men towards one another will undergo a corresponding change. It is already become evident that selfishness is a colossal failure. Viewed as to its logical results, it requires that each individual should possess all things and all power. Hostile collision thus becomes inevitable, and more is lost by it than can ever be gained. Recent social theorists propose a universal co-operation, to save the waste of personal competition. But competition is a wholesome and vital law; it is only the direction of it that requires alteration. When the cessation of working for one's livelihood takes place, human energy and love of production will not cease with it, but will persist, and must find their channels. But competition to outdo each in the service of all is free from collisions, and its range is limitless. Not to support life, but to make life more lovely, will be the effort; and not to make it more lovely for one's self, but for one's neighbor. Nor is this all. The love of the neighbor will be a true act of Divine worship, since it will then be acknowledged that mankind, though multiplied to human sense, is in essence one; and that in that universal one, which can have no self-consciousness, God is present or incarnate. The divine humanity is the only real and possible object of mortal adoration, and no genuine sentiment of human brotherhood is conceivable apart from its recognition. But, with it, the stature of our common manhood will grow towards the celestial.