A SUNDAY IN CHEYNE ROW 245 



No man perhaps suspects how large and impor- 

 tant the region of unconsciousness in him, what a 

 vast, unknown territory lies there back of his con- 

 scious will and purpose, and which is really the 

 controlling power of his life. Out of it things 

 arise, and shape and define themselves to his con- 

 sciousness and rule his career. Here the in- 

 fluence of environment works; here the elements 

 of race, of family; here the Time-Spirit moulds 

 him and he knows it not; here Nature, or Fate, as 

 we sometimes name it, rules him and makes him 

 what he is. 



In every people or nation stretches this deep, 

 unsuspected background. Here the great move- 

 ments begin; here the deep processes go on; here 

 the destiny of the race or nation really lies. In 

 this soil the new ideas are sown; the new man, the 

 despised leader, plants his seed here, and if they 

 be vital they thrive, and in due time emerge an<| 

 become the conscious possession of the community. 



None knew better than Carlyle himself that, 

 whoever be the ostensible potentates and law- 

 makers, the wise do virtually rule, the natural 

 leaders do lead. Wisdom will out: it is the one 

 thing in this world that cannot be suppressed or 

 annulled. There is not a parish, township, or com- 

 munity, little or big, in this country or in England, 

 that is not finally governed, shaped, directed, built 

 up by what of wisdom there is in it. All the lead- 

 ing industries and enterprises gravitate naturally to 

 the hands best able to control them. The wise 



