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272 Hylozoism and Hylo-Idealism. 
were wider, but cold, comfortless, incomplete. Earth now 
became a part of heaven ; but it had been weighed in the 
balances and found wanting, and there was an end. Nothing 
was said about forces which could not be expressed in units 
of gravitation. One throne of the village monarch became 
uncertain, and his policy doubtful and inconsistent. 
The Autocentric ideal is wide and lofty as thought, clear 
and vivid as sensation ; for sensation and thought are the 
ultimate standards to which we can appeal. A world-wide 
Self governs the new Empire. The former King is now 
recognised as a subject ; nay, as the offspring and semblance 
of the rightful lord. As fire and steam and elearicity have 
been tamed to the will of man, and changed from foes to 
servants, so the awe and self-contempt and shuddering sense 
of insignificance once inspired by the broadening of the 
heavens is now reversed, and made to enhance a thousand- 
fold the sense of human dignity. 
This is an illumination which cannot be wholly rejected 
even in the present age of speechifying and specialism, of 
mystical mathematics and transcendental chemistry. Sci- 
entific theorising, indeed, has its appropriate and worthy 
place. It is valuable as subserving either praaical use or 
philosophic truth, which in its turn aims to be the minister 
of daily happiness. Special researches must doubtless be 
pursued by many who will never be able to connea their 
theories with larger generalisations, and who are from that 
very cause all the better theorists on their own ground ; but 
there is no reason why the minds of such intermediate 
workers should not be exalted by the feeling that their par- 
ticular lines of operation may converge towards the highest 
point of thought, and reinforce the divergent lines issuing 
thence to the broad plane of aaion. The artist who deco- 
rates the altar with inlaid marbles could not plan the cathe- 
dral, but he knows that his work is to be a harmonious part 
of the general design. The station-master must not fancy 
that the terminus of the line is, or ought to be, at his little 
country town. He may never visit the great city himself, 
but the very fadt that there is a great city which he helps 
others to visit should exercise some widening influence upon 
his mental horizon. 
Physiology teaches that without sensation there is no 
soul, and that without specially organised matter there is 
no sensation. It further teaches that the world, as we know 
it, is composed of sensations variously combined, and is 
produced within that “crumpled pocket-handkerchief” 
called the cerebrum. And on this seemingly narrow 
