The simplicity of men, and the cunning of their priests has destroyed or corrupted all the religions of the world. And alas! sometimes they are demons with the faces and wings of angels. Religion -is divine, but its ministers are men. They resolved to imitate him, and having studied these barbarians, they banded together, and called themselves their priests. There were men who had watched Orpheus, and who had seen and envied his power over the herd who surrounded him. So they devoted groves and forests to the worship of the Deity. And he invented instruments which to his touch and to his lips, gave forth notes of surpassing sweetness, and with these melodies he enticed the wondering savages into the recesses of the forest, and there taught them precepts of obedience to the great Soul, and of loving-kindness towards each other in harmonious words. Such is the origin of that superstitious reverence for high places which was universal throughout the whole of the heathen world. They ascended eminences, as if hoping that thus being nearer God, He would prefer their prayers to those of their rivals. Prayer which had first been an inspiration fell into a system, and men already grown wicked prayed the Deity to give them abundance of wild beast's skins, and to destroy their enemies. And it is said that there are yet some barbarous islands where men have no churches nor ceremonies, and where they worship God, reflected in the work of His thousand hands.īut they were not long content with this simple service. They offered Him no sacrifices, they built Him no temples they were content to offer Him their hearts which were full of awe, in His own temple which was full of grandeur. They adored Him kneeling, with their hands clasped, and their eyes raised. When those whom they loved lay dying, they uttered wild lamentations, and flung their arms despairingly towards the mysterious Soul for in times of trouble the human mind so imbecile, so helpless, clings to something that is stronger than itself.Īs yet they worshipped only the sun, the moon, and the stars-and not as Gods but as visions of that Divine Essence, which alone ruled and pervaded the earth, the sky, and the sea. They silently adored this Great Soul in the beginning, and spoke of Him with reverence, and sometimes raised their eyes timidly to His glittering dwelling-place on high.Īnd soon they learned to pray. It was a strange Being which animated the, souls of men, and which when the bodies died, returned to itself again. It was a sacred Fire which shone in the firmament, and in mighty flames. They taught each other that the sun, and the earth, the moon, and the stars were moved and illumined by a Great Soul which was the source of all life, which caused the birds to sing, the brooks to murmur, and the sea to heave. They were happy, and every moment though unconsciously they offered a prayer of gratitude to Him whom as yet they did not know.Īnd then a system of theology arose amongst them vague and indefinite, as the waters of the boundless sea. It was sufficient for them that the earth gave them herbs, that the trees bore them fruit, that the stream quenched their thirst. To trace back the worship of God to its simple origin, and to mark the gradual process of those degrading superstitions, and unhallowed rites which darkened, and finally extinguished His presence in the ancient world.Īt first men enjoyed the blessings of nature as children do, without inquiring into causes. THERE is no study so saddening, and none so sublime as that of the early religions of mankind. DARKNESS THE VEIL OF ISIS OR, THE MYSTERIES OF THE DRUIDS. I.-In the Ceremonies of the Church of RomeĪPPENDIX. This effort of a young man to redeem a mistake, perhaps a fault, in his literary life, deserves to be sealed with your name, for it is you who have repeatedly urged him to the task, and presided over it like a guardian angel, with kind and consoling words. To guard yon central oak, whose holy stem,Īs those presents are always the most fashionable, and sometimes the most valued, which cannot be used, I give you this book, which you will not be able to read, but which, perhaps, you will kindly preserve in memory of its writer.Īn author can pay no higher compliment to a friend than to dedicate to her a work upon which he has spent much labor and anxiety. We do adjure thee, with this trusty blade In the mysterious Zodiac's burning girth, (1861)īy the bright courses of the errant moon, The Veil of Isis or Mysteries of the Druids THE THE VEIL OF ISIS OR, MYSTERIES OF THE DRUIDS BY W.
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