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«< Why, what is the matter with you? "
"Did you not say it was midnight? »
"Yes. "
"Then - but is it already midnight? "
«< Something is the matter with you; you have something on
your mind," said her mother, fixing on her daughter her pene-
trating eyes.
"Yes I wanted to tell you," stammered the girl, "I wanted
to say Nothing, nothing; I will go to sleep. "
"Rosario, Rosario! your mother can read your heart like
an open book," exclaimed Doña Perfecta with severity. "You
are agitated. I have already told you that I am willing to
pardon you if you will repent, if you are a good and sensible
girl. "
«< Why, am I not good? Ah, mamma, mamma! I am dying. "
Rosario burst into a flood of bitter and disconsolate tears.
"What are these tears about? " said her mother, embracing
"If they are tears of repentance, blessed be they. "
her.
"I don't repent! I can't repent! " cried the girl, in a burst of
sublime despair. She lifted her head, and in her face was de-
picted a sudden inspired strength. Her hair fell in disorder over
her shoulders. Never was there seen a more beautiful image of
a rebellious angel.
"What is this? Have you lost your senses? " said Doña
Perfecta, laying both hands on her daughter's shoulders.
"I am going away! I am going away! " said the girl with the
exaltation of delirium. And she sprang out of bed.
"Rosario, Rosario-my daughter! For God's sake, what is
―――
this? "
“Ah mamma, señora! " exclaimed the girl, embracing her
mother; "bind me fast! "
"In truth, you would deserve it. What madness is this? "
"Bind me fast! I am going away-I am going away with
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"Has he told you to do so? has he counseled you to do that?
has he commanded you to do that? " asked the mother, launching
these words like thunderbolts against her daughter.
"He has counseled me to do it. We have agreed to be mar-
ried. We must be married, mamma, dear mamma. I will love
you I know that I ought to love you-I shall be forever lost if
I do not love you. "
"Rosario, Rosario! " cried Doña Perfecta in a terrible voice,
"rise! "
There was a short pause.
"This man - has he written to you? "
«Yes. "
"Have you seen him again since that night? "
"Yes. "
----
-
"And you have written to him? "
"I have written to him also. O señora! why do you look
at me in that way? You are not my mother. "
Rejoice in the harm you
"Would to God that I were not!
are doing me. You are killing me; you have given me my
death-blow! " cried Doña Perfecta, with indescribable agitation.
"You say that that man - "
"Is my husband- I
You are not a woman!
You make me tremble.
will be his wife, protected by the law.
Why do you look at me in that way ?
Mother, mother, do not condemn me! >>
"You have already condemned yourself - that is enough.
Answer me-when did you
Obey me, and I will forgive you.
receive letters from that man? "
"To-day. "
"What treachery! what infamy! " cried her mother, roaring
rather than speaking. "Had you appointed a meeting? »
"Yes. "
"When? "
"To-night. "
"Where? "
"Here, here! I will confess everything, everything! I know
it is a crime. I am a wretch; but you, my mother, will take me
out of this hell. Give your consent. Say one word to me, only
one word! »
"That man here in my house! " cried Doña Perfecta, spring-
ing back several paces from her daughter.
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At the same instant three blows were heard, three crashes,
three explosions. [Maria Remedios had spied upon Pepe Rey,
the lover; shown Caballuco, a brutal servant and ally, how to fol-
low him stealthily into the garden; and had then come to arouse
the house. ] It was the heart of Maria Remedios knocking at the
door through the knocker. The house trembled with an awful
dread. Mother and daughter stood as motionless as statues.
A servant went down-stairs to open the door, and shortly
afterward Maria Remedios, who was not now a woman but a
basilisk enveloped in a mantle, entered Doña Perfecta's room.
Her face, flushed with anxiety, exhaled fire.
"He is there, he is there," she said, as she entered.
« He
got into the garden through the condemned door. " She paused
for breath at every syllable.
"I know already," returned Doña Perfecta, with a sort of
bellow.
Rosario fell senseless to the floor.
"Let us go down-stairs," said Doña Perfecta, without paying
any attention to her daughter's swoon.
The two women glided down-stairs like two snakes. The
maids and the man-servant were in the hall, not knowing what
to do. Doña Perfecta passed through the dining-room into the
garden, followed by Maria Remedios.
"Fortunately we have Ca-Ca-Ca-balluco there," said the canon's
niece.
"Where? "
"In the garden, also. He cli-cli-climbed over the wall. "
Doña Perfecta explored the darkness with her wrathful eyes.
Rage gave them the singular power of seeing in the dark that is.
peculiar to the feline race.
"I see a figure there," she said. "It is going towards the
oleanders. "
"It is he," cried Remedios. "But there comes Ramos-
Ramos! " [Cristóbal Ramos, or "Cabulluco. "]
The colossal figure of the Centaur was plainly distinguishable.
"Towards the oleanders, Ramos! Towards the oleanders! "
Doña Perfecta took a few steps forward. Her hoarse voice,
vibrating with a terrible accent, hissed forth these words:-
"Cristobal, Cristobal,-kill him! "
A shot was heard. Then another.
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A FAMILY OF OFFICE-HOLDERS
Don Francisco de Bringas y Caballero had a second-class clerkship in
one of the most ancient of the royal bureaus. He belonged to a family which
had held just such offices for time out of mind. "Government employees were
his parents and his grandparents, and it is believed that his great-grand-
parents, and even the ancestors of these, served in one way and another in
the administration of the two worlds. " His wife Doña Rosalia Pipaon was
equally connected with the official class, and particularly with that which had
to do with the domestic service of the royal abodes. Thus, "on producing
her family tree, this was found to show not so much glorious deeds of war
and statesmanship as those humbler doings belonging to a long and intimate
association with the royal person. Her mother had been lady of the queen's
wardrobe, her uncle a halberdier of the royal guard, her grandfather keeper of
the buttery, other uncles at various removes, equerries, pages, dispatch-bearers,
huntsmen, and managers of the royal farm at Aranjuez, and so forth and so
For this dame there existed two things wholly Divine; namely,
heaven and that almost equally desirable dwelling-place for the elect which
we indicate by the mere laconic word 'the Palace. ' In the Palace were her
family history and her ideal; her aspiration was that Bringas might obtain a
superior post in the royal exchequer, and that then they should go and take
up their abode in one of the apartments of the second story of the great
mansion which were conceded to such tenants. " The above is from Tor-
mento. ' In the next succeeding novel, La de Bringas,' this aspiration is
gratified; the Bringas family are installed in the Palace, in the quarters as-
signed to the employees of the royal household. The efforts of two of their
acquaintances to find them, in the puzzling intricacies of the place, are thus
amusingly described.
on.
ABOVE-STAIRS IN A ROYAL PALACE
From La de Bringas'
TELL, this is about the way it was. We threw ourselves
W bravely into the interminable corridor, a veritable street,
or alley at least, paved with red tiles, feebly lighted with
gas jets, and full of doublings and twistings. Now and then it
spread out into broad openings like little plazas, inundated with
sunlight which entered through large openings from the main
court-yard. This illumination penetrated lengthwise along the
white walls of the narrow passageways, alleys, or tunnels, or
whatever they may be called, growing ever feebler and more
uncertain as it went, till finally it fainted away entirely at sight
of the fan-shaped yellow gas flames, smoking little circlets upon
their protecting metal disks. There were uncounted paneled
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moldering and weather-stained, but not one displaying the figure
we were seeking. At this one you would see a rich silken bell
cord, some happy find in the royal upholstery shop, while the next
had nothing more than a poor frayed rope's-end; and these were
an indication of what was likely to be found within, as to order
and neatness or disarray and squalor. So, too, the mats or bits
of carpet laid before the doors threw a useful light upon the
character of the lodgings. We came upon vacant apartments
with cobwebs spun across the openings, and the door gratings
thick with dust, and through broken transoms, drew chill drafts
that conveyed the breath of silence and desolation. Even whole
precincts were abandoned, and the vaultings, of unequal height,
returned the sound of our footsteps hollowly to our ears. We
passed up one stairway, then down another, and then, as likely
as not, we would ascend again.
The labyrinthine maze
led us on and ever onward.
"It is useless to come here," at length said Pez, decidedly
losing patience, "without charts and a mariner's compass. I
suppose we are now in the south wing of the palace. The
roofs down there must be those of the Hall of Columns and the
outer stairway, are they not? What a huge mass of a place! "
The roofs of which he spoke were great pyramidal shapes pro-
tected with lead, and they covered in the ceilings on which
Bayeu's frescoed cherubs cut their lively pigeon-wings and pir-
ouettes.
Still going on and on and onward without pause, we found
ourselves shut up in a place without exit, a considerable inclosure
lighted from the top, and we had to turn round and beat a
retreat by the way we had entered. Any one who knows the
palace and its symmetrical grandeur only from without could
never divine all these irregularities that constitute a veritable
small town in its upper regions. In truth, for an entire century
there has been but one continual modifying of the original plan,
a stopping up here and an opening there, a condemning of stair-
cases, a widening of some rooms at the expense of others, a
changing of corridors into living-rooms and of living-rooms into
corridors, and a cutting through of partitions and a shutting up
of windows. You fall in with stairways that begin but never
arrive anywhere, and with balconies that are but the made-over
roof coverings of dwelling-places below. These dove-cotes were
once stately drawing-rooms, and on the other hand, these fine
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staircase. Then again winding stairs are frequent; but if you
should take them, Heaven knows what would become of you; and
frequent, too, are glazed doors permanently closed, with naught
behind them but silence, dust, and darkness.
"We are looking for the apartment of Don Francisco Bringas. "
"Bringas? yes, yes," said an old woman; "you're close to it.
All you have got to do is, go down the first circular stairway you
come to, and then make a half-turn. Bringas? yes to be sure;
he's sacristan of the chapel. "
"Sacristan,―he? What is the matter with you? He is head
clerk of the Administrative Department. "
"Oh, then he must be lower down, just off the terrace. I
suppose you know your way to the fountain ? »
>>
"No, not we. "
"You know the stairs called the Cáceres Staircase ? "
"No, not that either. "
"At any rate, you know where the Oratory is? "
"We know nothing about it. "
"But the choir of the Oratory? but the dove-cotes? ».
Sum total, we had not the slightest acquaintance with any of
that congeries of winding turns, sudden tricks, and baffling sur-
prises. The architectural arrangement was a mad caprice, a mock-
ing jest at all plan and symmetry. Nevertheless, despite our
notable lack of experience we stuck to our quest, and even
carried our infatuation so far as to reject the services of a boy
who offered himself as our guide.
―
"We are now in the wing facing on the Plaza de Oriente,"
said Pez; "that is to say, at exactly the opposite extreme from
the wing in which our friend resides. " His geographical notions
were delivered with the gravity and conviction of some character
in Jules Verne. "Hence, the problem now demanding our atten-
tion is by what route to get from here to the western wing. In
the first place, the cupola of the chapel and the grand stairway
roof-covering furnish us with a certain basis; we should take our
bearings from them. I assume that, having once arrived in the
western wing, we shall be numskulls indeed if we do not strike
Bringas's abode. All the same, I for one will never return to
these outlandish regions without a pocket compass, and what is
more, without a good supply of provender too, against such
emergencies as this. "
Before striking out on the new stage of our explorations, as
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Plaza de Oriente lay below us in a beautiful panorama, and
beyond it a portion of Madrid crested with at least fifty cupolas,
steeples, and bell towers. The equestrian Philip IV. appeared a
mere toy, and the Royal Theatre a paltry shed.
The
doves had their nests far below where we stood, and we saw
them, by pairs or larger groups, plunge headlong downward into
the dizzy abyss, and then presently come whirling upward again,
with swift and graceful motion, and settle on the carved capitals
and moldings. It is credibly stated that all the political revolu-
tions do not matter a jot to these doves, and there is nothing
either in the ancient pile they inhabit or in the free realms of
air around it, to limit their sway. They remain undisputed mas-
ters of the place.
Away we go once more.
Pez begins to put the geographical
notions he has acquired from the books of Jules Verne yet fur-
ther into practice. At every step he stops to say to me, "Now
we are making our way northward. -We shall undoubtedly soon
find a road or trail on our right, leading to the west. - There is
no cause to be alarmed in descending this winding stairway to
the second story. -Good, it is done! Well, bless me! where are
we now? I don't see the main dome any longer, not so much as
a lightning-rod of it. We are in the realms of the feebly flicker-
ing gas once more. Suppose we ascend again by this other
stairway luckily just at hand. What now? Well, here we are
back again in the eastward wing and nothing else, just where we
were before. Are we? no, yes; see, down there in the court the
big dome is still on our right. There's a regular grove of chim-
ney stacks.
You may believe it or not, but this sort of thing
begins to make my head swim; it seems as if the whole place
gave a lurch now and then, like a ship at sea. The fountain
must be over that way, do you see? for the maids are coming
and going from there with their pitchers. -Oh well, I for one
give the whole thing up. We want a guide, and an expert; or
we'll never get out of this. I can't take another step; we've
walked miles and I can't stand on my legs. - Hey, there, halloo!
send us a guide! - Oh for a guide! Get me out of this infernal
tangle quickly! "
―――
―
-
We came at last to Bringas's apartment. When we got there,
we understood how we must have passed it, earlier, without
knowing it, for its number was quite rubbed out and invisible.
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tal.
FRANCIS GALTON
(1822-)
HE modern doctrine of heredity regards man less as an indi-
vidual than as a link in a series, involuntarily inheriting and
transmitting a number of peculiarities, physical and men-
The general acceptance of this doctrine would necessitate a
modification of popular ethical conceptions, and consequently of social
conditions. Except Darwin, probably no one has done so much to
place the doctrine on a scientific basis as Francis Galton, whose brill-
iant researches have sought to establish the hereditary nature of
psychical as well as physical qualities.
Mr. Galton first took up the subject of the transmissibility of intel-
lectual gifts in his 'Hereditary Genius' (1869). An examination of
the relationships of the judges of England for a period of two hun-
dred years, of the statesmen of the time of George III. , of the pre-
miers of the last one hundred years, and of a certain selection of
divines and modern scholars, together with the kindred of the most
illustrious commanders, men of letters and science, poets, painters,
and musicians of all times and nations, resulted in his conclusion that
man's mental abilities are derived by inheritance under exactly the
same limitations as are the forms and features of the whole organic
world. Mr. Galton argued that, as it is practicable to produce a highly
gifted race of men by judicious marriages during several consccu-
tive generations, the State ought to encourage by dowries and other
artificial means such marriages as make for the elevation of the race.
Having set forth the hereditary nature of general intellectual
ability, he attempts to discover what particular qualities commonly
combine to form genius, and whether they also are transmissible.
'English Men of Science: Their Nature and Nurture' (1874) was a
summary of the results obtained from inquiries addressed to the most
eminent scientific men of England, respecting the circumstances of
heredity and environment which might have been influential in direct-
ing them toward their careers. One hundred and eighty persons were
questioned. From the replies it appeared that in the order of their
prevalence, the chief qualities that commonly unite to form scientific
genius are energy both of body and mind; good health; great inde-
pendence of character; tenacity of purpose; practical business habits;
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it. The replies indicated the hereditary character of the qualities in
question, showing incidentally that in the matter of heredity the
influence of the father is greater than that of the mother. It would
have been interesting to have had the results of similar inquiries in
the case of other classes of eminent persons,-statesmen, lawyers,
poets, divines, etc. However, it is problematical whether other
classes would have entered so heartily into the spirit of the inquiry,
and given such full and frank replies.
Large variation in individuals from their parents is, he argues, not
only not incompatible with the strict doctrine of heredity, but is a
consequence of it wherever the breed is impure. Likewise, abnormal
attributes of individual parents are less transmissible than the gen-
eral characteristics of the family. Both these influences operate to
deprive the science of heredity of the certainty of prediction in indi-
vidual cases. The latter influence-i. e. , the law of reversion - is
made the subject of a separate inquiry in the volume entitled
'Natural Inheritance' (1889).
In 'Inquiries into the Human Faculty and its Development (1883),
he described a method of accurately measuring mental processes,
such as sensation, volition, the formation of elementary judgments,
and the estimation of numbers; suggested composite photography as
a means of studying the physiognomy of criminal and other classes;
treated the subject of heredity in crime; and discussed the mental
process of visualizing.
'Finger Prints' (1892) is a study from the point of view of he-
redity of the patterns observed in the skin of finger-tips. These
patterns are not only hereditary, but also furnish a certain means of
identification - - an idea improved in Mark Twain's story of Pudd'n-
head Wilson. '
Mr. Galton is himself an example of the heredity of genius, being
a grandson of Erasmus Darwin, the author of 'Zoönomia,' and a
cousin of Charles Darwin. Born near Birmingham in 1822, he studied
some time at Birmingham Hospital and at King's College, London,
with the intention of entering the medical profession; but abandoned
this design, and was graduated from Trinity College, Cambridge, in
1844. He soon after made two journeys of exploration in Africa, the
latter of which is described in his 'Narrative of an Explorer in South
Africa (1853). An indirect result of these journeys was 'The Art of
Travel; or Shifts and Contrivances in Wild Countries' (1855).
'Meteorographica' (1863) is noteworthy as the first attempt ever
made to represent in charts on a large scale the progress of the
weather, and on account of the theory of anti-cyclones which Mr.
Galton advances in it.
Although strictly scientific in aim and method, Mr. Galton's writ-
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and possess a distinct literary value. One may admire in them sim-
plicity and purity of diction, animation of style, fertility in the con-
struction of theory, resourcefulness in the search for proof, and a
fine enthusiasm for the subject under consideration.
THE COMPARATIVE WORTH OF DIFFERENT RACES
From Hereditary Genius
Ε
VERY long-established race has necessarily its peculiar fitness
for the conditions under which it has lived, owing to the
sure operation of Darwin's law of natural selection. How-
ever, I am not much concerned for the present with the greater
part of those aptitudes, but only with such as are available in
some form or other of high civilization. We may reckon upon
the advent of a time when civilization, which is now sparse and
feeble and far more superficial than it is vaunted to be, shall
overspread the globe. Ultimately it is sure to do so, because
civilization is the necessary fruit of high intelligence when found
in a social animal, and there is no plainer lesson to be read off
the face of Nature than that the result of the operation of her
laws is to evoke intelligence in connection with sociability. Intel-
ligence is as much an advantage to an animal as physical strength
or any other natural gift; and therefore, out of two varieties of
any race of animal who are equally endowed in other respects, the
most intelligent variety is sure to prevail in the battle of life.
Similarly, among animals as intelligent as man, the most social
race is sure to prevail, other qualities being equal.
Under even a very moderate form of material civilization, a
vast number of aptitudes acquired through the "survivorship of
the fittest" and the unsparing destruction of the unfit, for hun-
dreds of generations, have become as obsolete as the old mail-
coach habits and customs since the establishment of railroads,
and there is not the slightest use in attempting to preserve them;
they are hindrances, and not gains, to civilization. I shall refer
to some of these a little further on, but I will first speak of the
qualities needed in civilized society. They are, speaking gener-
ally, such as will enable a race to supply a large contingent to
the various groups of eminent men of whom I have treated in
my several chapters. Without going so far as to say that this
very convenient test is perfectly fair, we are at all events justi-
fied in making considerable use of it, as I will do in the esti-
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In comparing the worth of different races, I shall make fre-
quent use of the law of deviation from an average, to which I
have already been much beholden; and to save the reader's time
and patience, I propose to act upon an assumption that would
require a good deal of discussion to limit, and to which the
reader may at first demur, but which cannot lead to any error of
importance in a rough provisional inquiry. I shall assume that
the intervals between the grades of ability are the same in all
the races.
I know this cannot be strictly true, for it
would be in defiance of analogy if the variability of all races
were precisely the same; but on the other hand, there is good
reason to expect that the error introduced by the assumption
cannot sensibly affect the off-hand results for which alone I
propose to employ it; moreover, the rough data I shall adduce
will go far to show the justice of this expectation.
Let us then compare the negro race with the Anglo-Saxon,
with respect to those qualities alone which are capable of produ-
cing judges, statesmen, commanders, men of literature and science,
poets, artists, and divines. If the negro race in America had
been affected by no social disabilities, a comparison of their
achievements with those of the whites in their several branches
of intellectual effort, having regard to the total number of their
respective populations, would give the necessary information. As
matters stand, we must be content with much rougher data.
First, the negro race has occasionally, but very rarely, pro-
duced such men as Toussaint L'Ouverture.
Secondly, the negro race is by no means wholly deficient in
men capable of becoming good factors, thriving merchants, and
otherwise considerably raised above the average of whites.
Thirdly, we may compare, but with much caution, the relative
position of negroes in their native country with that of the trav-
elers who visit them. The latter no doubt bring with them the
knowledge current in civilized lands, but that is an advantage of
less importance than we are apt to suppose. The native chief
has as good an education in the art of ruling men as can be de-
sired; he is continually exercised in personal government, and
usually maintains his place by the ascendency of his character,
shown every day over his subjects and rivals. A traveler in wild
countries also fills to a certain degree the position of a com-
mander, and has to confront native chiefs at every inhabited.
place. The result is familiar enough—the white traveler almost
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invariably holds his own in their presence.
It is seldom that we
hear of a white traveler meeting with a black chief whom he
feels to be the better man. I have often discussed this subject
with competent persons, and can only recall a few cases of the
inferiority of the white man,- certainly not more than might be
ascribed to an average actual difference of three grades, of which
one may be due to the relative demerits of native education, and
the remaining two to a difference in natural gifts.
Fourthly, the number among the negroes of those whom we
should call half-witted men is very large. Every book alluding
to negro servants in America is full of instances. I was myself
much impressed by this fact during my travels in Africa. The
mistakes the negroes made in their own matters were so childish,
stupid, and simpleton-like as frequently to make me ashamed of
my own species. I do not think it any exaggeration to say that
their is as low as our e, which would be a difference of two
grades, as before. I have no information as to actual idiocy
among the negroes—I mean, of course, of that class of idiocy
which is not due to disease.
The Australian type is at least one grade below the African
negro. I possess a few serviceable data about the natural capa-
city of the Australian, but not sufficient to induce me to invite
the reader to consider them.
The average standard of the Lowland Scotch and the English
North Country men is decidedly a fraction of a grade superior to
that of the ordinary English, because the number of the former
who attain to eminence is far greater than the proportionate
number of their race would have led us to expect. The same
superiority is distinctly shown by a comparison of the well-being
of the masses of the population; for the Scotch laborer is much
less of a drudge than the Englishman of the Midland counties -
he does his work better, and "lives his life" besides.
The peas-
ant women of Northumberland work all day in the fields, and
are not broken down by the work; on contrary, they take a
pride in their effective labor as girls, and when married they
attend well to the comfort of their homes. It is perfectly dis-
tressing to me to witness the draggled, drudged, mean look of
the mass of individuals, especially of the women, that one meets
in the streets of London and other purely English towns. The
conditions of their life seem too hard for their constitutions, and
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The ablest race of whom history bears record is unquestion-
ably the ancient Greek, partly because their masterpieces in the
principal departments of intellectual activity are still unsur-
passed and in many respects unequaled, and partly because the
population that gave birth to the creators of those masterpieces
was very small. Of the various Greek sub-races, that of Attica
was the ablest, and she was no doubt largely indebted to the fol-
lowing cause for her superiority: Athens opened her arms to
immigrants, but not indiscriminately, for her social life was such
that none but very able men could take any pleasure in it; on the
other hand, she offered attractions such as men of the highest
ability and culture could find in no other city. Thus by a sys-
tem of partly unconscious selection she built up a magnificent
breed of human animals, which in the space of one century-
viz. , between 530 and 430 B. C. -produced the following illus-
trious persons, fourteen in number:-
Statesmen and Commanders. - Themistocles (mother an alien),
Miltiades, Aristides, Cimon (son of Miltiades), Pericles (son of
Xanthippus, the victor at Mycale).
Literary and Scientific Men. — Thucydides, Socrates, Xenophon,
Plato.
Poets. Eschylus, Sophocles, Euripides, Aristophanes.
Sculptor. - Phidias.
We are able to make a closely approximate estimate of the pop-
ulation that produced these men, because the number of the in-
habitants of Attica has been a matter of frequent inquiry, and
critics appear at length to be quite agreed in the general results.
The average ability of the Athenian race is, on the lowest
possible estimate, very nearly two grades higher than our own—
that is, about as much as our race is above that of the African
negro. This estimate, which may seem prodigious to some, is
confirmed by the quick intelligence and high culture of the Athe-
nian commonalty, before whom literary works were recited, and
works of art exhibited, of a far more severe character than could
possibly be appreciated by the average of our race, the calibre of
whose intellect is easily gauged by a glance at the contents of a
railway book-stall.
We know, and may guess something more, of the reason why
this marvelously gifted race declined. Social morality grew ex-
ceedingly lax; marriage became unfashionable, and was avoided;
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avowed courtesans and consequently infertile, and the mothers of
the incoming population were of a heterogeneous class.
small sea-bordered country, where emigration and immigration are
constantly going on, and where the manners are as dissolute as
were those of Greece in the period of which I speak, the purity of
a race would necessarily fail. It can be therefore no surprise to
us, though it has been a severe misfortune to humanity, that the
high Athenian breed decayed and disappeared; for if it had main-
tained its excellence, and had multiplied and spread over large
countries, displacing inferior populations (which it well might
have done, for it was exceedingly prolific), it would assuredly
have accomplished results advantageous to human civilization, to
a degree that transcends our powers of imagination.
If we could raise the average standard of our race only one
grade, what vast changes would be produced! The number of men
of natural gifts equal to those of the eminent men of the present
day would be necessarily increased more than tenfold;
but far more important to the progress of civilization would be
the increase in the yet higher orders of intellect. We know how
intimately the course of events is dependent on the thoughts of a
few illustrious men. If the first-rate men in the different groups
had never been born, even if those among them who have a place
in my appendices on account of their hereditary gifts had never
existed, the world would be very different to what it is.
·
It seems to me most essential to the well-being of future
generations, that the average standard of ability of the present
time should be raised. Civilization is a new condition imposed
upon man by the course of events, just as in the history of geo-
logical changes new conditions have continually been imposed on
different races of animals. They have had the effect either of
modifying the nature of the races through the process of natural
selection, whenever the changes were sufficiently slow and the
race sufficiently pliant, or of destroying them altogether, when
the changes were too abrupt or the race unyielding. The num-
ber of the races of mankind that have been entirely destroyed
under the pressure of the requirements of an incoming civiliza-
tion, reads us a terrible lesson. Probably in no former period of
the world has the destruction of the races of any animal what-
ever been effected over such wide areas, and with such startling
rapidity, as in the case of savage man. In the North-American
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in Australia, New Zealand, and Van Diemen's Land, the human
denizens of vast regions have been entirely swept away in the
short space of three centuries, less by the pressure of a stronger
race than through the influence of a civilization they were inca-
pable of supporting. And we too, the foremost laborers in creat-
ing this civilization, are beginning to show ourselves incapable of
keeping pace with our own work. The needs of centralization,
communication, and culture, call for more brains and mental
stamina than the average of our race possess. We are in crying
want for a greater fund of ability in all stations of life; for
neither the classes of statesmen, philosophers, artisans, nor labor-
ers are up to the modern complexity of their several professions.
An extended civilization like ours comprises more interests than
the ordinary statesmen or philosophers of our present race are
capable of dealing with, and it exacts more intelligent work than
our ordinary artisans and laborers are capable of performing.
Our race is overweighted, and appears likely to be drudged into
degeneracy by demands that exceed its powers.
When the severity of the struggle for existence is not too
great for the powers of the race, its action is healthy and con-
servative; otherwise it is deadly, just as we may see exemplified
in the scanty, wretched vegetation that leads a precarious exist-
ence near the summer snow line of the Alps, and disappears
altogether a little higher up. We want as much backbone as we
can get, to bear the racket to which we are henceforth to be ex-
posed, and as good brains as possible to contrive machinery, for
modern life to work more smoothly than at present. We can in
some degree raise the nature of man to a level with the new
conditions imposed upon his existence; and we can also in some
degree modify the conditions to suit his nature. It is clearly
right that both these powers should be exerted, with the view of
bringing his nature and the conditions of his existence into as
close harmony as possible.
In proportion as the world becomes filled with mankind, the
relations of society necessarily increase in complexity, and the
nomadic disposition found in most barbarians becomes unsuitable
to the novel conditions. There is a most unusual unanimity in
respect to the causes of incapacity of savages for civilization,
among writers on those hunting and migratory nations who are.
brought into contact with advancing colonization, and perish, as
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of such men is neither constant nor steady; that the love of a
wandering, independent life prevents their settling anywhere to
work, except for a short time, when urged by want and encour-
aged by kind treatment. Meadows says that the Chinese call the
barbarous races on their borders by a phrase which means "hither
and thither," "not fixed. " And any amount of evidence might
be adduced, to show how deeply Bohemian habits of one kind or
another were ingrained in the nature of the men who inhabited
most parts of the earth, now overspread by the Anglo-Saxon and
other civilized races. Luckily there is still room for adventure,
and a man who feels the cravings of a roving, adventurous spirit
to be too strong for resistance, may yet find a legitimate outlet
for it in the colonies, in the army, or on board ship. But such
a spirit is, on the whole, an heirloom that brings more impatient
restlessness and beating of the wings against cage bars, than
persons of more civilized characters can readily comprehend, and
it is directly at war with the more modern portion of our moral
natures. If a man be purely a nomad, he has only to be nomadic
and his instinct is satisfied; but no Englishmen of the nineteenth
century are purely nomadic. The most so among them have also
inherited many civilized cravings that are necessarily starved
when they become wanderers, in the same way as the wandering
instincts are starved when they are settled at home. Conse-
quently their nature has opposite wants, which can never be sat-
isfied except by chance, through some very exceptional turn of
circumstances. This is a serious calamity; and as the Bohemian-
ism in the nature of our race is destined to perish, the sooner it
goes the happier for mankind. The social requirements of Eng-
lish life are steadily destroying it. No man who only works by
fits and starts is able to obtain his living nowadays, for he has
not a chance of thriving in competition with steady workmen. If
his nature revolts against the monotony of daily labor, he is
tempted to the public-house, to intemperance, and it may be to
poaching, and to much more serious crime; otherwise he banishes
himself from our shores. In the first case, he is unlikely to
leave as many children as men of more domestic and marrying
habits; and in the second case, his breed is wholly lost to Eng-
land. By this steady riddance of the Bohemian spirit of our race,
the artisan part of our population is slowly becoming bred to its
duties, and the primary qualities of the typical modern British
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What they are now was well described by Mr. Chadwick as con-
sisting of "great bodily strength, applied under the command of
a steady, persevering will; mental self-contentedness; impassibility
to external irrelevant impressions, which carries them through
the continued repetition of toilsome labor, 'steady as time. ""
It is curious to remark how unimportant to modern civiliza-
tion has become the once famous and thoroughbred-looking Nor-·
man. The type of his features, which is probably in some
degree correlated with his peculiar form of adventurous disposi-
tion, is no longer characteristic of our rulers, and is rarely found
among celebrities of the present day; it is more often met with
among the undistinguished members of highly born families, and
especially among the less conspicuous officers of the army. Mod-
ern leading men in all paths of eminence, as may easily be seen
in a collection of photographs, are of a coarser and more robust
breed: less excitable and dashing, but endowed with far more
ruggedness and real vigor. Such also is the case as regards the
German portion of the Austrian nation.
Much more alien to the genius of an enlightened civilization
than the nomadic habit is the impulsive and uncontrolled nature
of the savage. A civilized man must bear and forbear; he must
keep before his mind the claims of the morrow as clearly as
those of the passing minute; of the absent as well as of the pres-
ent. This is the most trying of the new conditions imposed on
man by civilization, and the one that makes it hopeless for any
but exceptional natures among savages to live under them. The
instinct of a savage is admirably consonant with the needs of
savage life; every day he is in danger through transient causes;
he lives from hand to mouth, in the hour and for the hour, with-
out care for the past or forethought for the future: but such an
instinct is utterly at fault in civilized life. The half-reclaimed
savage, being unable to deal with more subjects of consideration
than are directly before him, is continually doing acts through
mere maladroitness and incapacity, at which he is afterwards
deeply grieved and annoyed. The nearer inducements always
seem to him, through his uncorrected sense of moral perspec-
tive, to be incomparably larger than others of the same actual size
but more remote; consequently, when the temptation of the mo-
ment has been yielded to and passed away, and its bitter result
comes in its turn before the man, he is amazed and remorseful
at his past weakness. It seems incredible that he should have
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done that yesterday which to-day seems so silly, so unjust, and
so unkindly. The newly reclaimed barbarian, with the impulsive,
unstable nature of the savage, when he also chances to be gifted
with a peculiarly generous and affectionate disposition, is of all
others the man most oppressed with the sense of sin.
Now, it is a just assertion, and a common theme of moralists
of many creeds, that man, such as we find him, is born with an
imperfect nature. He has lofty aspirations, but there is a weak-
ness in his disposition which incapacitates him from carrying his
nobler purposes into effect. He sees that some particular course
of action is his duty, and should be his delight; but his inclina-
tions are fickle and base, and do not conform to his better judg-
ment. The whole moral nature of man is tainted with sin, which
prevents him from doing the things he knows to be right.
The explanation I offer to this apparent anomaly seems per-
fectly satisfactory from a scientific point of view. It is neither
more nor less than that the development of our nature, whether
under Darwin's law of natural selection or through the effects
of changed ancestral habits, has not yet overtaken the develop-
ment of our moral civilization. Man was barbarous but yester-
day, and therefore it is not to be expected that the natural
aptitudes of his race should already have become molded into
accordance with his very recent advance. We, men of the pres-
ent centuries, are like animals suddenly transplanted among new
conditions of climate and of food: our instincts fail us under the
altered circumstances.
My theory is confirmed by the fact that the members of old
civilizations are far less sensible than recent converts from bar-
barism, of their nature being inadequate to their moral needs.
The conscience of a negro is aghast at his own wild, impulsive
nature, and is easily stirred by a preacher; but it is scarcely pos-
sible to ruffle the self-complacency of a steady-going Chinaman.
The sense of original sin would show, according to my theory,
not that man was fallen from high estate, but that he was rising
in moral culture with more rapidity than the nature of his race
could follow. My view is corroborated by the conclusion reached
at the end of each of the many independent lines of ethnological
research that the human race were utter savages in the begin-
ning; and that after myriads of years of barbarism, man has but
very recently found his way into the paths of morality and civil-
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ARNE GARBORG
(1851-)
A
RNE GARBORG is one of the most potent forces in the new
school of Norwegian literature. The contemporary of Alex-
ander Kielland, who is more widely known abroad, he is
however the representative of a vastly different phase. Kielland's
works, except for their setting, are the result of general European
culture; whereas Garborg has laid the foundations of a literature
essentially Norse.
The new literature of young Norway is a true exponent of its
social conditions. The ferment of its strivings and its discontent
permeates the whole people.