the foundations of the science of ``bacteriology'' which in the
last forty years has delivered the world from a great number of
diseases by discovering the tiny organisms which cause the
complaint. It also allowed the geologists to make a more
careful study of different rocks and of the fossils (the petrified
prehistoric plants) which they found deep below the surface of
the earth. These investigations
convinced them that the earth
must be a great deal older than was stated in the book of
Genesis and in the year 1830, Sir Charles Lyell published his
``Principles of Geology'' which denied the story of
creation as
related in the Bible and gave a far more wonderful description
of slow growth and
gradual development.
At the same time, the Marquis de Laplace was
working on
a new theory of
creation, which made the earth a little blotch
in the nebulous sea out of which the planetary
system had
been formed and Bunsen and Kirchhoff, by the use of the
spectroscope, were investigating the
chemicalcomposition of the
stars and of our good neighbour, the sun, whose curious spots
had first been noticed by Galileo.
Meanwhile after a most bitter and
relentlesswarfare with
the
clerical authorities of Catholic and Protestant lands, the
anatomists and physiologists had at last obtained permission
to dissect bodies and to
substitute a
positive knowledge of our
organs and their habits for the guesswork of the mediaeval
quack.
Within a single
generation (between 1810 and 1840) more
progress was made in every branch of science than in all the
hundreds of thousands of years that had passed since man first
looked at the stars and wondered why they were there. It
must have been a very sad age for the people who had been
educated under the old
system. And we can understand their
feeling of
hatred for such men as Lamarck and Darwin, who
did not exactly tell them that they were ``descended from
monkeys,'' (an
accusation which our grandfathers seemed to
regard as a personal insult,) but who suggested that the proud
human race had evolved from a long
series of ancestors who
could trace the family-tree back to the little jelly-fishes who
were the first inhabitants of our planet.
The
dignified world of the
well-to-do middle class, which
dominated the nineteenth century, was
willing to make use
of the gas or the electric light, of all the many practical applications
of the great
scientific discoveries, but the mere investigator,
the man of the ``
scientific theory'' without whom no
progress would be possible, continued to be distrusted until
very recently. Then, at last, his services were recognised. Today
the rich people who in past ages donated their
wealth for
the building of a
cathedral,
construct vast laboratories where
silent men do battle upon the
hidden enemies of mankind and
often sacrifice their lives that coming
generations may enjoy
greater happiness and health.
Indeed it has come to pass that many of the ills of this
world, which our ancestors regarded as
inevitable ``acts of
God,'' have been exposed as manifestations of our own
ignoranceand
neglect. Every child nowadays knows that he can
keep from getting
typhoid fever by a little care in the choice of
his drinking water. But it took years and years of hard
work before the doctors could
convince the people of this fact.
Few of us now fear the
dentist chair. A study of the microbes
that live in our mouth has made it possible to keep our
teeth from decay. Must
perchance a tooth be pulled, then we
take a sniff of gas, and go our way
rejoicing. When the newspapers
of the year 1846 brought the story of the ``painless
operation'' which had been performed in America with the help
of ether, the good people of Europe shook their heads. To
them it seemed against the will of God that man should escape
the pain which was the share of all mortals, and it took a long
time before the practice of
taking ether and chloroform for
operations became general.
But the battle of progress had been won. The
breach in the
old walls of
prejudice was growing larger and larger, and as
time went by, the ancient stones of
ignorance came crumbling
down. The eager crusaders of a new and happier social order
rushed forward. Suddenly they found themselves facing a new
obstacle. Out of the ruins of a long-gone past, another citadel
of
reaction had been erected, and millions of men had to give
their lives before this last
bulwark was destroyed.
ART
A CHAPTER OF ART
WHEN a baby is
perfectlyhealthy and has had enough to eat
and has slept all it wants, then it hums a little tune to show how
happy it is. To grown-ups this humming means nothing. It
sounds like ``goo-zum, goo-zum, goo-o-o-o-o,'' but to the baby
it is perfect music. It is his first
contribution to art.
As soon as he (or she) gets a little older and is able to sit
up, the period of mud-pie making begins. These mud-pies do
not interest the outside world. There are too many million
babies, making too many million mud-pies at the same time.
But to the small
infant they represent another
expedition into
the pleasant realm of art. The baby is now a sculptor.
At the age of three or four, when the hands begin to obey
the brain, the child becomes a
painter. His fond mother gives
him a box of coloured chalks and every loose bit of paper is
rapidly covered with strange pothooks and scrawls which represent
houses and horses and terrible naval battles.
Soon however this happiness of just ``making things''
comes to an end. School begins and the greater part of the
day is filled up with work. The business of living, or rather
the business of ``making a living,'' becomes the most important
event in the life of every boy and girl. There is little time left
for ``art'' between
learning the tables of
multiplication and the
past participles of the
irregular French verbs. And unless
the desire for making certain things for the mere pleasure of
creating them without any hope of a practical return be very
strong, the child grows into
manhood and forgets that the
first five years of his life were
mainlydevoted to art.
Nations are not different from children. As soon as the
cave-man had escaped the threatening dangers of the long and
shivering ice-period, and had put his house in order, he began
to make certain things which he thought beautiful, although
they were of no
earthly use to him in his fight with the wild
animals of the
jungle. He covered the walls of his
grotto with
pictures of the elephants and the deer which he hunted, and
out of a piece of stone, he hacked the rough figures of those
women he thought most attractive.
As soon as the Egyptians and the Babylonians and the
Persians and all the other people of the east had founded
their little countries along the Nile and the Euphrates, they
began to build
magnificent palaces for their kings, invented
bright pieces of jewellery for their women and planted gardens
which sang happy songs of colour with their many bright flowers.
Our own ancestors, the wandering nomads from the distant
Asiatic
prairies, enjoying a free and easy
existence as
fighters and hunters,
composed songs which
celebrated the
mighty deeds of their great leaders and invented a form of
poetry which has survived until our own day. A thousand years
later, when they had established themselves on the Greek mainland,
and had built their ``city-states,'' they expressed their
joy (and their sorrows) in
magnificenttemples, in statues, in
comedies and in tragedies, and in every
conceivable form of
art.
The Romans, like their Carthaginian rivals, were too busy
administering other people and making money to have much
love for ``useless and unprofitable'' adventures of the spirit.
They conquered the world and built roads and bridges but they
borrowed their art
wholesale from the Greeks. They invented
certain practical forms of
architecture which answered the
demands of their day and age. But their statues and their histories
and their mosaics and their poems were mere Latin imi-
tations of Greek originals. Without that vague and hard-to-
define something which the world calls ``
personality,'' there can
be no art and the Roman world distrusted that particular sort
of
personality. The Empire needed
efficient soldiers and
tradesmen. The business of
writingpoetry or making pictures
was left to foreigners.
Then came the Dark Ages. The
barbarian was the proverbial
bull in the china-shop of
western Europe. He had no use
for what he did not understand. Speaking in terms of the year
1921, he liked the magazine covers of pretty ladies, but threw
the Rembrandt etchings which he had inherited into the ash-
can. Soon he came to learn better. Then he tried to undo the
damage which he had created a few years before. But the ash-
cans were gone and so were the pictures.
But by this time, his own art, which he had brought with
him from the east, had developed into something very beautiful
and he made up for his past
neglect and
indifference by the so-
called ``art of the Middle Ages'' which as far as northern Europe
is
concerned was a product of the Germanic mind and had
borrowed but little from the Greeks and the Latins and nothing
at all from the older forms of art of Egypt and Assyria, not
to speak of India and China, which simply did not exist, as far
as the people of that time were
concerned. Indeed, so little
had the northern races been influenced by their southern neighbours
that their own
architectural products were completely
misunderstood by the people of Italy and were treated by
them with
downright and unmitigated contempt.
You have all heard the word Gothic. You probably associate
it with the picture of a lovely old
cathedral, lifting its slender
spires towards high heaven. But what does the word really
mean?
It means something ``uncouth'' and ``barbaric''--something