Socialism And Character

ation as our own, and they spoke to us as contemporaries. The goodly fellowship on quest for justice in- what Carlyle called " the wilderness of a wide world in an atheistic century " included members from every European country and from the United States. If we had listened most readily to those of English speech, ? to Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman, to Carlyle, Ruskin, George Eliot, Matthew Arnold, Edward Carpenter, ? none the less had we lent an ear to compelling accents from across the Channel. The melancholy music of Leopardi, Heine, and their generation was still faintly audible; the earnest tones of Mazzini, the sonorous harmonies of Victor Hugo, were to be caught with no strain to the listener. Yet we were perhaps more insistently held by the mordant words of Ibsen, Hauptmann, Sudermann, while we found it hard to say whether that dubious measure of Nietzsche which frightened and arrested us rose fromdaemonic depths or floated down from the heights attained by the victorious Superman. Overmastering all other tones, however, something of " the large utterance of the early gods " reached us from Russia. The great novels ? Dostoiefsky's pained and poignant studies of the world's anguish, Tourgenieff's sensitive delineation of the stupor of the oppressed and the self- consuming fever of the would-be redeemers ? had prepared us for a greater message; for the accusing, revealing voice of the one man who had traveled beyond our modern complex bewilderments into a regio...