Chapter LXIII: Letter 178: To Allsop

20th March, 1820.

My dear Sir,

You must have thought it strange that I had taken no notice of so kind a letter from you; but the truth is, I received the little packet supposing it to contain the Cobbett only, put it in my pocket for my reading at a leisure hour, and had not opened it until the day before I last saw you. Within a few days, I hope to lay myself open to you in an express letter; till when, I can only say, that the affectionate interest you have taken in my well-being, has been not only a comfort but a spur, when I needed both, and was almost yielding at times to the apprehension, that I had sacrificed all that the world holds precious, without being able to do any effective good in a higher and nobler kind. I have sent the three volumes of the _Friend_, with my MS. corrections, and additions. The largest, that towards the end of the last _philosophical_ essay in the third volume, had a two-fold object--to guard my own character from the suspicion of pantheistic opinions, or Spinozism (it _was_ written, though not so much at large, before the work was printed, and omitted by wilfulness, or such carelessness as does not fall far short of it); and next, to impress, as far as I could, the conviction that true philosophy, so far from having any tendency to unsettle the _principles_ of faith, that may and ought to be common to all men, does itself actually require them as its premises; nay, that it supposes them as its ground.--I was highly gratified to hear, and from such a man too as Mr. John Hookham Frere, that a man of rank, and of a highly cultivated mind, who had become reluctantly a sceptic, or something more, respecting the Christian religion, wholly in consequence of studying Leland, Lardner, Watson, Paley, and other defenders of the Gospel on the strength of the _ex_ternal evidences--not of Christianity, but of the miracles with which its first preaching was accompanied--and of having been taught to regard the arguments, and mode of proof adopted in the works above mentioned, as the only rational ones, had read the _Friend_ with great attention, and when he came to the passage in which I had explained the nature of miracles, their necessary dependence on a credible religion for their own credibility, etc., dropped the book (as he himself informed Mr. Frere), and exclaimed, "Thank God! I can still believe in the Gospel--I can yet be a Christian." The remark that a miracle, divested of all connection with a doctrine, is identical with witchcraft, which in all ages has been regarded with instinctive horror by the human mind, and the reference to our Lord's own declarations concerning miracles, were among the passages that particularly impressed his mind.

I should have sent a corrected copy of the _Sibylline Leaves_; but for a two-legged little _accident_ having torn out two leaves at the beginning, and I will no longer delay this parcel, but will transcribe at another time what I had written in them, and I hope it will not be long before you let us see you. The people here are occupied in raising and distributing relief for the poor of the hamlet. On the first day there were seven hundred and fifty applicants to whom small sums were given! It would be most un-Christian moroseness not to feel delight in the unwearied zeal with which every mode and direction of charity is supported; and I hope that this is a sunshiny spot in our national character, and that this virtue will suspend the judgments that threaten the land. But it would, on the other hand, be wilful blindness not to see that the lower orders become more and more improvident in consequence, more and more exchange the sentiments of Englishmen for the feelings of Lazzaroni.

God bless you; and, S. T. COLERIDGE.

P.S.--Charles and Mary Lamb dined with us on Sunday.

When I next see you, that excellent brother and sister will supply me with half an hour's interesting conversation. When you know the _whole_ of him, you will love him in spite of all oddities and even faults--nay, I had almost said, _for_ them--_at least_, admire that under his visitations they were so few and of so little importance. Thank God, his circumstances are comfortable; and so they ought, for he has been in the India House since his fourteenth year.

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I have subjoined the MS. addition mentioned above, and should wish you to read it with great care and attention in its proper place; which is, after the word "vacuum," in page 263, vol. iii of the _Friend_.[106]

If we thoughtfully review the course of argument pursued, we shall
rest in the following as our sum and ultimatum. The dialectic
intellect, by exertion of its own powers exclusively, may enable us to
affirm the reality of an absolute Being, generally. But here it stops.
It can command neither insight nor conviction concerning the existence
(or even the possibility) of the world as distinct and different from
Deity. It finds itself constrained to confound the Creator with the
creation; and then, cutting the knot it cannot solve, merges the
latter in the former, and denies reality to all finite existence. But
here the philosophiser is condemned to meet with his sure confutation
in his own secret dissatisfaction, and is forced at length to shelter
himself from his own importunate queries in the wretched evasion, that
of Nothings no solution can be required. Wretched indeed, and weak as
desperate! Nature herself--his own inevitable Nature--through every
organ of sense, compels his own abused reason to reiterate the demand:
How and whence did this sterile Nothing split or multiply into
_plurality_? Whence this portentous transnihilation of Nothing into
Nothings? What, above all, is that inward mirror, the human mind, in
and for which these Nothings possess at least a relative existence? Or
dost thou wait till, with a more bitter irony, Pain and Anguish and
Remorse ask thee, Are WE too Nothings?

O youthful reader! (for such _The Friend_ dares anticipate), thou,
that in my mind's eye, standest beside me, like my own youth! Fresh
and keen as the morning Hunter in the pursuit of Truth, glad and
restless in the feeling of mental growth! O learn early, that if the
Head be the Light of the Heart, the Heart is the Life of the Head:
yea, that Consciousness itself, that Consciousness of which all
reasoning is the varied modification, is but the Reflex of the
Conscience when most luminous; and too often a fatuous vapour, a
warmthless bewildering mockery of Light, exhaled from its corruption
or stagnation. Mark the inevitable result of all _consequent_
reasoning, when the intellect refuses to acknowledge a higher and
deeper ground than itself can supply, and weens to possess within
itself the centre of its own system! From Zeno the Eleatic to Spinoza,
and from Spinoza to Schelling, Oken, and the German
"_Natur-philosophen_" of the present day, the Result has been, and
ever must be, PANTHEISM, under some one or other of its modes or
disguises: and it is of awful importance to the speculative Inquirer
to be aware, that the seemliest of these modes differs from the most
repulsive, not in its consequences, which in all alike are Atheistic,
but only as far as it evinces the efforts of the individual to hide
these consequences from his own consciousness.

This, then, I again repeat, is our ultimate conclusion. All
_speculative_ disquisition must begin with _Postulates_, authorised
and substantiated by the conscience exclusively. From whatever point
the reason may start, whether from the _Things that are seen_ to the
One Invisible, or from the idea of the ABSOLUTE ONE to the _things
that are seen_, it will in either case find a chasm, which the moral
being, the _spirit_ and the _religion_ of man, can alone fill up or
overbridge. "THE LIFE IS THE LIGHT OF MAN:" and "WE LIVE BY FAITH."