The Advance Of Knowledge Is An Infinite

The Temple Of The Sylvan Goddess, Indeed, Has Vanished, And The King Of The Wood No Longer Stands Sentinel Over The Golden Bough.

In Point Of Fact Magicians Appear To Have Often Developed Into Chiefs And Kings.

It Is A Common Rule With Primitive People Not To Waken A Sleeper, Because His Soul Is Away And Might Not Have Time To Get Back.

Hence The Strong Attraction Which Magic And Science Alike Have Exercised On The Human Mind; Hence The Powerful Stimulus That Both Have Given To The Pursuit Of Knowledge. They Lure The Weary Enquirer, The Footsore Seeker, On Through The Wilderness Of Disappointment In The Present By Their Endless Promises Of The Future: They Take Him Up To The Top Of An Exceeding High Mountain And Show Him, Beyond The Dark Clouds And Rolling Mists At His Feet, A Vision Of The Celestial City, Far Off, It May Be, But Radiant With Unearthly Splendour, Bathed In The Light Of Dreams.

If The Test Of Truth Lay In A Show Of Hands Or A Counting Of Heads, The System Of Magic Might Appeal, With Far More Reason Than The Catholic Church, To The Proud Motto, 'quod Semper, Quod Ubique, Quod Ab Omnibus' [always, Everywhere, And By All], As The Sure And Certain Credential Of Its Own Infallibility.