its own sphere, with the highest respect; for its
success, within its own sphere, has been prodigious.
But what is law in one place is not law in another;
what is law here to-day is not law even here to-morrow;
and as for conscience, what is binding on one man’s
conscience is not binding on another’s.
The old woman[28] who threw her stool at the head
of the surpliced minister in St. Giles’s Church
at Edinburgh obeyed an impulse to which millions of
the human race may be permitted to remain strangers.
But the prescriptions of reason are absolute, unchanging,
of universal validity;
to count by tens is the
easiest way of counting—that is a proposition
of which every one, from here to the Antipodes, feels
the force; at least I should say so if we did not
live in a country where it is not impossible that any
morning we may find a letter in the
Times declaring
that a decimal coinage is an absurdity. That
a whole nation should have been penetrated with an
enthusiasm for pure reason, and with an ardent zeal
for making its prescriptions triumph, is a very remarkable
thing, when we consider how little of mind, or anything
so worthy and quickening as mind, comes into the motives
which alone, in general, impel great masses of men.
In spite of the extravagant direction given to this
enthusiasm, in spite of the crimes and follies in
which it lost itself, the French Revolution derives
from the force, truth, and universality of the ideas
which it took for its law, and from the passion with
which it could inspire a multitude for these ideas,
a unique and still living power; it is,—it
will probably long remain,—the greatest,
the most animating event in history. And as no
sincere passion for the things of the mind, even though
it turn out in many respects an unfortunate passion,
is ever quite thrown away and quite barren of good,
France has reaped from hers one fruit—the
natural and legitimate fruit though not precisely the
grand fruit she expected: she is the country in
Europe where
the people is most alive.
But the mania for giving an immediate political and
practical application to all these fine ideas of the
reason was fatal. Here an Englishman is in his
element: on this theme we can all go on for hours.
And all we are in the habit of saying on it has undoubtedly
a great deal of truth. Ideas cannot be too much
prized in and for themselves, cannot be too much lived
with; but to transport them abruptly into the world
of politics and practice, violently to revolutionize
this world to their bidding,—that is quite
another thing. There is the world of ideas and
there is the world of practice; the French are often
for suppressing the one and the English the other;
but neither is to be suppressed. A member of
the House of Commons said to me the other day:
“That a thing is an anomaly, I consider to be
no objection to it whatever.” I venture
to think he was wrong; that a thing is an anomaly
is an objection to it, but absolutely and in