evidently of a man of ability, and endorsed in large type by the authorities of Printing House Square, advocating the establishment of a free Greek state with its centre at Constantinople, on the ground that the Greek character has at last achieved the qualities essential for the formation of a great people, and that endued as it is with the practical commercial spirit, and taking everywhere rational views of life, there is no fear of a repetition from it of the follies of the age of Pericles.  We should rather think there was not:  and yet the writer speaks without any appearance of irony, and is saying what he obviously means.

In two things there is progress—­progress in knowledge of the outward world, and progress in material wealth.  This last, for the present, creates, perhaps, more evils than it relieves; but suppose this difficulty solved, suppose the wealth distributed, and every peasant living like a peer—­what then?  If this is all, one noble soul outweighs the whole of it.  Let us follow knowledge to the outer circle of the universe, the eye will not be satisfied with seeing, nor the ear with hearing.  Let us build our streets of gold, and they will hide as many aching hearts as hovels of straw.  The well-being of mankind is not advanced a single step.  Knowledge is power, and wealth is power; and harnessed, as in Plato’s fable, to the chariot of the soul, and guided by wisdom, they may bear it through the circle of the stars.  But left to their own guidance, or reined by a fool’s hand, they may bring the poor fool to Phaeton’s end, and set a world on fire.  One real service, and perhaps only one, knowledge alone and by itself will do for us—­it can explode existing superstitions.  Everything has its appointed time, superstition like the rest; and theologies, that they may not overlive the period in which they can be of advantage to mankind, are condemned, by the conditions of their being, to weave a body for themselves out of the ideas of the age of their birth; ideas which, by the advance of knowledge, are seen to be imperfect or false.  We cannot any longer be told that there must be four inspired gospels—­neither more nor less—­because there are four winds and four elements.  The chemists now count some sixty elements, ultimately, as some of them think, reducible into one; and the gospel, like the wind, may blow from every point under heaven.  But effectual to destroy old superstitions, whether it is equally successful in preventing others from growing in their place, is less certain and obvious..  In these days of table-turnings, mesmerisms, spirit-rappings, odyle fluids, and millenarian pamphlets selling 80,000 copies among our best-educated classes, we must be allowed to doubt.