alid in that vexing Manuscript,
"which can create a beautiful parti-colored sun-flower of the
shattered fragments of Idealism, Materialism, and my Hermit's
theology. Why not, if in the New World--" And here, of a sudden, to
surprise and bewilder us, he drags in Mrs. Eddy and the Prophet Dowie
yoked under the yoke of Whitman. He marks the _Key to Scripture_ with
blades from _Leaves of Grass_, and such fuel as he gathers from both,
he lights with an ember borrowed from the chariot to Elijah. And thus,
for ten whole pages, beating continually, now in the dark of
Metaphysics, now in the dusk of Science; losing himself in the tangled
bushes of English Materialism, and German Mysticism, and Arabic
Sufism; calling now to Berkeley, now to Hackel; meeting with Spencer
here, with Al-Gazzaly there; and endeavoring to extricate himself in
the end with some such efforts as "the Natural being Negativity, the
Spiritual must be the opposite of that, and both united in God form
the Absolute," etc., etc. But we shall not give ourselves further pain
in laying before the English reader the like heavy and unwieldy
lumber. Whoever relishes such stuff, and can digest it, need not apply
to Khalid; for, in this case, he is but a poor third-hand caterer.
Better go to the Manufacturers direct; they are within reach of every
one in this Age of Machinery and Popular Editions. But there are
passages here, of which Khalid can say, 'The Mortar at least is mine.'
And in this Mortar he mixes and titrates with his Neighbour's Pestle
some of his fantasy and insight. Of these we offer a sample:

"I say with psychologists, as the organism, so is the personality.
The revelation of the Me is perfect in proportion to the sound state
of the Medium. But according to the Arabic proverb, the jar oozes of
its contents. If these be of a putridinous mixture, therefore, no
matter how sound the jar, the ooze is not going to smell of ambergris
and musk. So, it all depends on the contents with which the Potter
fills his jugs and pipkins, I assure you. And if the contents are
good and the jar is sound, we get such excellence of soul as is rare
among mortals. If the contents are excellent and the jar is cracked,
the objective influence will then predominate, and putrescence,
soon or late, will set in. Now, the Me in the majority of mankind
comes to this world in a cracked pipkin, and it oozes out entirely as
soon as it liquifies in youth. The pipkin, therefore, goes throug