heroes and hero worship-第16节
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； at bottom； it alone can give rise to merit of any kind。 Curiously； through these incondite masses of tradition； vituperation； complaint； ejaculation in the Koran； a vein of true direct insight； of what we might almost call poetry； is found straggling。 The body of the Book is made up of mere tradition； and as it were vehement enthusiastic extempore preaching。 He returns forever to the old stories of the Prophets as they went current in the Arab memory： how Prophet after Prophet； the Prophet Abraham； the Prophet Hud； the Prophet Moses； Christian and other real and fabulous Prophets； had come to this Tribe and to that； warning men of their sin； and been received by them even as he Mahomet was；which is a great solace to him。 These things he repeats ten； perhaps twenty times； again and ever again； with wearisome iteration； has never done repeating them。 A brave Samuel Johnson； in his forlorn garret； might con over the Biographies of Authors in that way！ This is the great staple of the Koran。 But curiously； through all this； comes ever and anon some glance as of the real thinker and seer。 He has actually an eye for the world； this Mahomet： with a certain directness and rugged vigor； he brings home still； to our heart； the thing his own heart has been opened to。 I make but little of his praises of Allah； which many praise； they are borrowed I suppose mainly from the Hebrew； at least they are far surpassed there。 But the eye that flashes direct into the heart of things； and _sees_ the truth of them； this is to me a highly interesting object。 Great Nature's own gift； which she bestows on all； but which only one in the thousand does not cast sorrowfully away： it is what I call sincerity of vision； the test of a sincere heart。
Mahomet can work no miracles； he often answers impatiently： I can work no miracles。 I？ 〃I am a Public Preacher；〃 appointed to preach this doctrine to all creatures。 Yet the world； as we can see； had really from of old been all one great miracle to him。 Look over the world； says he； is it not wonderful； the work of Allah； wholly 〃a sign to you；〃 if your eyes were open！ This Earth； God made it for you； 〃appointed paths in it；〃 you can live in it； go to and fro on it。The clouds in the dry country of Arabia； to Mahomet they are very wonderful： Great clouds； he says； born in the deep bosom of the Upper Immensity； where do they come from！ They hang there； the great black monsters； pour down their rain…deluges 〃to revive a dead earth；〃 and grass springs； and 〃tall leafy palm…trees with their date…clusters hanging round。 Is not that a sign？〃 Your cattle too；Allah made them； serviceable dumb creatures； they change the grass into milk； you have your clothing from them； very strange creatures； they come ranking home at evening…time； 〃and；〃 adds he； 〃and are a credit to you！〃 Ships also；he talks often about ships： Huge moving mountains； they spread out their cloth wings； go bounding through the water there； Heaven's wind driving them； anon they lie motionless； God has withdrawn the wind； they lie dead； and cannot stir！ Miracles？ cries he： What miracle would you have？ Are not you yourselves there？ God made you； 〃shaped you out of a little clay。〃 Ye were small once； a few years ago ye were not at all。 Ye have beauty； strength； thoughts； 〃ye have compassion on one another。〃 Old age comes on you； and gray hairs； your strength fades into feebleness； ye sink down； and again are not。 〃Ye have compassion on one another：〃 this struck me much： Allah might have made you having no compassion on one another；how had it been then！ This is a great direct thought； a glance at first…hand into the very fact of things。 Rude vestiges of poetic genius； of whatsoever is best and truest； are visible in this man。 A strong untutored intellect； eyesight； heart： a strong wild man；might have shaped himself into Poet； King； Priest； any kind of Hero。
To his eyes it is forever clear that this world wholly is miraculous。 He sees what； as we said once before； all great thinkers； the rude Scandinavians themselves； in one way or other； have contrived to see： That this so solid…looking material world is； at bottom； in very deed； Nothing； is a visual and factual Manifestation of God's power and presence；a shadow hung out by Him on the bosom of the void Infinite； nothing more。 The mountains； he says； these great rock…mountains； they shall dissipate themselves 〃like clouds；〃 melt into the Blue as clouds do； and not be！ He figures the Earth； in the Arab fashion； Sale tells us； as an immense Plain or flat Plate of ground； the mountains are set on that to _steady_ it。 At the Last Day they shall disappear 〃like clouds；〃 the whole Earth shall go spinning； whirl itself off into wreck； and as dust and vapor vanish in the Inane。 Allah withdraws his hand from it； and it ceases to be。 The universal empire of Allah； presence everywhere of an unspeakable Power； a Splendor； and a Terror not to be named； as the true force； essence and reality； in all things whatsoever； was continually clear to this man。 What a modern talks of by the name； Forces of Nature； Laws of Nature； and does not figure as a divine thing； not even as one thing at all； but as a set of things； undivine enough；salable； curious； good for propelling steamships！ With our Sciences and Cyclopaedias； we are apt to forget the _divineness_； in those laboratories of ours。 We ought not to forget it！ That once well forgotten； I know not what else were worth remembering。 Most sciences； I think were then a very dead thing； withered； contentious； empty；a thistle in late autumn。 The best science； without this； is but as the dead _timber_； it is not the growing tree and forest；which gives ever…new timber； among other things！ Man cannot _know_ either； unless he can _worship_ in some way。 His knowledge is a pedantry； and dead thistle； otherwise。
Much has been said and written about the sensuality of Mahomet's Religion； more than was just。 The indulgences； criminal to us； which he permitted； were not of his appointment； he found them practiced； unquestioned from immemorial time in Arabia； what he did was to curtail them； restrict them； not on one but on many sides。 His Religion is not an easy one： with rigorous fasts； lavations； strict complex formulas； prayers five times a day； and abstinence from wine； it did not 〃succeed by being an easy religion。〃 As if indeed any religion； or cause holding of religion； could succeed by that！ It is a calumny on men to say that they are roused to heroic action by ease； hope of pleasure； recompense；sugar…plums of any kind； in this world or the next！ In the meanest mortal there lies something nobler。 The poor swearing soldier； hired to be shot； has his 〃honor of a soldier；〃 different from drill…regulations and the shilling a day。 It is not to taste sweet things； but to do noble and true things； and vindicate himself under God's Heaven as a god…made Man； that the poorest son of Adam dimly longs。 Show him the way of doing that； the dullest day…drudge kindles into a hero。 They wrong man greatly who say he is to be seduced by ease。 Difficulty； abnegation； martyrdom； death are the _allurements_ that act on the heart of man。 Kindle the inner genial life of him； you have a flame that burns up all lower considerations。 Not happiness； but something higher： one sees this even in the frivolous classes； with their 〃point of honor〃 and the like。 Not by flattering our appetites； no； by awakening the Heroic that slumbers in every heart； can any Religion gain followers。
Mahomet himself； after all that can be said about him； was not a sensual man。 We shall err widely if we consider this man as a common voluptuary； intent mainly on base enjoyments；nay on enjoyments of any kind。 His household was of the frugalest； his common diet barley…bread and water： sometimes for months there was not a fire once lighted on his hearth。 They record with just pride that he would mend his own shoes； patch his own cloak。 A poor； hard…toiling； ill…provided man； careless of what vulgar men toil for。 Not a bad man； I should say； something better in him than _hunger_ of any sort；or these wild Arab men； fighting and jostling three…and…twenty years at his hand； in close contact with him always； would not have reverenced him so！ They were wild men； bursting ever and anon into quarrel； into all kinds of fierce sincerity； without right worth and manhood； no man could have commanded them。 They called him Prophet； you say？ Why； he stood there face to face with them； bare； not enshrined in any mystery； visibly clouting his own cloak； cobbling his own shoes； fighting； counselling； ordering in the midst of them： they must have seen what kind of a man he _was_； let him be _called_ what you like！ No emperor with his tiaras was obeyed as this man in a cloak of his own clouting。 During three…and…twenty years of rough actual trial。 I find something of a veritable Hero necessary for that； of itself。
His last words are a prayer； broken ejaculations of a heart struggling up； in trembling hope； towards its Maker。 We cannot say that his religion made him _worse_； it made him better； good； not bad。 Generous things are recorded of him： when he lost his Daughter； the thing
