A Lecture on Physical Development, and its Relations to Mental and Spiritual Development | Page 2

the four other great divisions of Human Nature; or in other words, I
assert the body has something to do both with the mind, heart,
conscience, and soul of man, not merely to all these collectively, but
also to each of them separately.
First, then, I shall speak on the mutual dependence of the faculties.
Now, although it is not possible that any faculty should be so
completely isolated, as to act without moving any of the rest at all;
nevertheless, since a comparative isolation and separation of the
faculties is but too common, let us glance through the history of the
past, and mark any notable instances of such isolation; and if we find

that a one-sided development has always proved a failure, we shall
begin to discern the folly of trying such disastrous experiments over
again, specially since they would have to be made upon living human
beings, upon he young children of the rising generation, who cannot
resent our folly, but whose distorted natures will be living proofs of our
incapacity, of our impotence as educators, when the experiment tried
for the thousand and first time fails yet again, as it always has done,
and always will do to the world's end, while Human Nature remains the
same.
Let us then take a few examples, which are not intended to stand the
test of severe criticism, but which are only used as illustrations of the
idea which we are now considering.
Let us then first suppose that the devotional element in man acts alone.
The experiment has already been tried. Many a hermit in lonely cell or
rocky cavern, has cut himself off from the society of men, from action,
duty and love, in order that he may be devout without hindrance. How
many such men have poured out their souls upon the ground, on barren
sand or desert rock, souls which might have watered thousands with the
dew of heaven, and all because they made one fatal life-mistake;--they
thought, that to pray always meant to be always saying prayers.
Who could be more devout than Saint Simeon Stylites? who spent all
his life upon the top of a tall pillar, absorbed in contemplation, ecstasy,
remorse and prayer. Let the poet speak for him.
"Bethink thee, Lord? while Thou and all the saints Enjoy themselves in
heaven, and men on earth House in the shade of comfortable roofs, Sit
with their wives by fires, eat wholesome food And wear warm clothes,
and even beasts have stalls, I, 'twixt the spring and downfal of the light
Bow down one thousand and two hundred times To Christ, the Virgin
Mother and the Saints: Or in the night, after a little sleep, I wake, the
chill stars sparkle; I am wet With drenching dews, or stiff with
crackling frost, I wear an undressed goatskin on my neck, And in my
weak, lean arms I lift the Cross, And strive and wrestle with Thee till I
die. O mercy, mercy, wash away my sin!"
A mournful spectacle. Devotion excited to madness, while mind, heart,
and conscience, all are dumb, and the poor weak body only bears the
heavy burdens which the tyrannous soul heaps upon it!
Devotion, then, needs conscience. Conscience tells a man that he must

act as well as pray. Devotion makes the great act of prayer. Conscience
works out into the actual of every-day life, the ideal of which devotion
has conceived. Will then devotion and conscience be sufficient for a
noble manhood? Devotion and conscience alone developed, have
ofttimes, in the days that are past, formed some stern old grand
inquisitor, torturing the life out of human sinews because he ought. The
grand inquisitor's devotion and conscience told him that he ought to
advance the holy faith by every engine in his power, and therefore, as
he considered that the rack, the thumbscrews, the rope, the fire and the
faggot were the best possible engines, he used the same to the utmost of
his ability; and thought, alas for humanity! that he was doing God
service.
The grand inquisitor had devotion, he had conscience, he probably also
had nerves of iron; but he could not possibly have had a heart.
Devotion, then, and conscience need a loving, human heart. Will these
three be sufficient? The picture grows fairer, we begin to feel less pain
when we turn away from the stern, dark portrait of the grand inquisitor,
which frowns so grimly in the picture gallery of history, and look upon
that fair and gentle upturned face, half shaded by the veil that covers
her head. That is a nun of the order of Saint Theresa.
The pale, emaciated countenance tells of many a vigil protracted
through the long hours of the night; those wild eyes once saw, or
thought