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Buchanan's Journal of Man, August 1887
Volume 1, Number 7

Buchanan's Journal of Man, August 1887 Volume 1, Number 7

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changes according to the impulses that go out from God, but God remains unchanged. All that possesses form, all organization must be destroyed in the incandescent process of forming world-bodies, but the divine, the intellectual principle is indestructible; and when matter under the impulses that went forth from God, has reached the grade of development at which organization is possible, then the divine principle steps into force as the positive element, and that is life. This positive element works on and on, steadily producing higher forms and higher organizations, until in man it fashions itself into a self-recognizing, conscious and individual essence, which, as derived from God, is indestructible, and after the consummation of its earthly organism, is capable, as an individual, intellectual being, of an infinitely progressive development.

“So far man can attain by a chain of logical deductions; but to define the idea that lies at the basis of the world-order is impossible; just as also a man will never be in a condition to find out or to comprehend how the working of the intellectual element, upon the substance capable of change, is made possible. Life is the self-manifested working of the intellectual element upon matter. Man never understands the laws of life, though he can understand the laws necessary for the preservation of life, since he can deduce them from the outward manifestations of life. Man must be contented with this; he can never understand God; and since life is the expression of the divine activity, its origin must ever remain a mystery to him.”

Though concurring generally in the foregoing views (which may have been materially modified by their channel) I do not accept them as a finality. That a brooding spiritual power has to do with all development and progress I do not doubt. But this power is not necessarily a monotonous and universal influence like gravitation or caloric. There is no reason to forbid special acts of the creative spiritual energy, for we observe to-day the production of plants and of beautiful fabrics by spiritual power where the necessary conditions exist. Moreover, the greatest potency of spiritual power is at the beginnings in the most plasmic conditions of matter. It is in the animal germ and the vegetable seed that the invisible world is most potential, and I am inclined to think that naturalists have attached too much importance to the exterior environment, and too little to the interior conditions in which the higher potencies of organization are to be found, and in which alone we may find the entrance of life from the true world of life.

The hasty conclusions of naturalists as to evolution do not explain the evolution and the vast variety of the vegetable kingdom. To attribute this to any power of modification by environment, when we see how little environment can do to make any essential change in vegetation, would require more credulity than I would consider justifiable in the pursuit of scientific truths. So in the evolution of the animal kingdom, I believe the power of the physical environment has been greatly overrated.


A True Poet—the Poetry of Peace and the Practice of War.

It is nearly thirty years since I met the English poet, Charles Mackay, at Louisville, on his travels in America. At that time he gave me the following poem suggested by our conversation. I do not think that he has ever published it:

Why, this longing, clay-clad spirit?

Why this fluttering of wings?

Why this striving to discover

Hidden and transcendent things?

Thou wouldst fathom Life and Being,

Thou wouldst see through Birth and Death.

Thou wouldst solve the eternal Riddle,

Thou, a speck, a ray, a breath!

Be at peace, thou struggling spirit,

Great Eternity denies

The unfolding of its secrets

In the circle of thine eyes.

Charles Mackay,
Louisville, Kentucky, Jan. 31, 1858.

It is the function of the poet to realize and revere the mystery, but it is the duty of philosophy to explore and dissipate it, as far as possible, for mystery is the foe of human progress.

Mackay, though not the poet of psychic science, is profoundly the poet of practical, humanitarian progress, as was shown in his sublime poem, beginning,

“The man is thought a knave or fool,

Or bigot plotting crime,

Who for the advancement of his kind

Is wiser than his time.”

The psychometric impression from the manuscript of the foregoing poem was as follows:

“This seems like a poetical influence. I think the person who wrote this, was adapted to intellectual pursuits,—a man of fine powers of mind, but not fully progressed in thought. As far as he knew, at the time of this writing, he was appreciative of your suggestions, and of scientific progress. He was a cool-headed man,—not a light or superficial thinker, but thought on deep subjects. He was a brain worker; it makes my brain tired. I think he published books—poems. I think he was more a poet than a prose writer. He was not like Tom Moore—there was nothing light or superficial—his poetry was grand, solid, deep, stirring. He could write upon warlike scenes, vividly and descriptively, but was not in favor of war. He would deplore any appearance of war, but he had a patriotic spirit, a proud spirit, and would defend the right and assail the wrong.”

This description was verified in his numerous volumes of poetry, such as “Legends of the Islands,” “Poetry of the English Lakes,” “The Battle,” “Town Lyrics,” etc. He also published three volumes of “Memoirs of Popular Delusions,” edited the London Review, and was the war correspondent of the London Times from this country during the rebellion.

His opposition to war is shown in the following admirable poem, the reading of which revived my recollection of its author.

FREEDOM’S WARFARE. By Charles Mackay.

We want no flag, no flaunting rag,

For Liberty to fight;

We want no blaze of murderous guns

To struggle for the right.

Our spears and swords are printed words

The mind our battle plain;

We’ve won such victories before,

And so we shall again.

We love no triumphs sprung of force—

They stain the brightest cause;

’Tis not in blood that Liberty

Inscribes her civil laws.

She writes them on the peoples’ hearts

In language clear and plain;

True thoughts have moved the world before

And so they shall again.

We yield to none in earnest love

Of Freedom’s cause sublime;

We join the cry “Fraternity!”

We keep the march of Time.

And yet we grasp not pike nor spear,

Our vict’ries to obtain;

We’ve won without their aid before,

And so we shall again.

We want no aid of barricades,

To show a front to wrong;

We have a citadel in truth,

More durable and strong.

Calm words, great thoughts, unflinching faith

Have never striv’n in vain;

They’ve won our battles many a time,

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