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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 533 pages of information about Sacred Books of the East.

It was a rude gross error, that of counting the Great Man a god.  Yet let us say that it is at all times difficult to know what he is, or how to account of him and receive him!  The most significant feature in the history of an epoch is the manner it has of welcoming a Great Man.  Ever, to the true instincts of men, there is something godlike in him.  Whether they shall take him to be a god, to be a prophet, or what they shall take him to be? that is ever a grand question; by their way of answering that, we shall see, as through a little window, into the very heart of these men’s spiritual condition.  For at bottom the Great Man, as he comes from the hand of Nature, is ever the same kind of thing:  Odin, Luther, Johnson, Burns; I hope to make it appear that these are all originally of one stuff; that only by the world’s reception of them, and the shapes they assume, are they so immeasurably diverse.  The worship of Odin astonishes us,—­to fall prostrate before the Great Man, into deliquium of love and wonder over him, and feel in their hearts that he was a denizen of the skies, a god!  This was imperfect enough:  but to welcome, for example, a Burns as we did, was that what we can call perfect?  The most precious gift that Heaven can give to the Earth; a man of “genius” as we call it; the Soul of a Man actually sent down from the skies with a God’s-message to us,—­this we waste away as an idle artificial firework, sent to amuse us a little, and sink it into ashes, wreck, and ineffectuality:  such reception of a Great Man I do not call very perfect either!  Looking into the heart of the thing, one may perhaps call that of Burns a still uglier phenomenon, betokening still sadder imperfections in mankind’s ways, than the Scandinavian method itself!  To fall into mere unreasoning deliquium of love and admiration, was not good; but such unreasoning, nay irrational supercilious no-love at all is perhaps still worse!—­It is a thing forever changing, this of Hero-worship:  different in each age, difficult to do well in any age.  Indeed, the heart of the whole business of the age, one may say, is to do it well.

We have chosen Mohammed not as the most eminent Prophet; but as the one we are freest to speak of.  He is by no means the truest of Prophets; but I do esteem him a true one.  Further, as there is no danger of our becoming, any of us, Mohammedans, I mean to say all the good of him I justly can.  It is the way to get at his secret:  let us try to understand what he meant with the world; what the world meant and means with him, will then be a more answerable question.  Our current hypothesis about Mohammed, that he was a scheming Impostor, a Falsehood incarnate, that his religion is a mere mass of quackery and fatuity, begins really to be now untenable to any one.  The lies, which well-meaning zeal has heaped round this man, are disgraceful to ourselves only.  When Pococke inquired of Grotius where the proof was of

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