brought to light in that same Ballot-Box of yours; or at worst, ⚫ in some other discoverable or devisable Box, Edifice, or Steam⚫ mechanism. It were a mighty convenience; and beyond all 'feats of manufacture witnessed hitherto.' Is Teufelsdröckh acquainted with the British Constitution, even slightly?—He says, under another figure: 'But after all, were the problem, as ' indeed it now everywhere is, To rebuild your old House from 'the top downwards (since you must live in it the while), what better, what other, than the Representative Machine will serve your turn? Meanwhile, however, mock me not with the name of Free, "when you have but knit-up my chains into orna'mental festoons.' Or what will any member of the Peace Society make of such an assertion as this: The lower people everywhere desire War. Not so unwisely; there is then a demand for lower people—to be shot!'

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Gladly, therefore, do we emerge from those soul-confusing labyrinths of speculative Radicalism, into somewhat clearer regions. Here, looking round, as was our hest, for 'organic filaments,' we ask, may not this, touching 'Hero-worship,' be of the number? It seems of a cheerful character; yet so quaint, so mystical, one knows not what, or how little, may lie under it. Our readers shall look with their own eyes :

'True is it that, in these days, man can do almost all 'things, only not obey. True likewise that whoso cannot obey 'cannot be free, still less bear rule; he that is the inferior of ' nothing, can be the superior of nothing, the equal of nothing. 'Nevertheless, believe not that man has lost his faculty of Reverence; that if it slumber in him, it has gone dead. Painful for man is that same rebellious Independence, when it has 'become inevitable; only in loving companionship with his fel'lows does he feel safe; only in reverently bowing down before 'the Higher does he feel himself exalted.

'Or what if the character of our so troublous Era lay even ' in this: that man had forever cast away Fear, which is the 'lower; but not yet risen into perennial Reverence, which is 'the higher and highest?

'Meanwhile, observe with joy, so cunningly has Nature or⚫dered it, that whatsoever man ought to obey, he cannot but obey. Before no faintest revelation of the Godlike did he ever stand irreverent; least of all, when the Godlike showed

⚫ itself revealed in his fellow-man. Thus is there a true religious Loyalty forever rooted in his heart; nay in all ages, even in • ours, it manifests itself as a more or less orthodox Hero-worship. In which fact, that Hero-worship exists, has existed, ⚫ and will forever exist, universally among Mankind, mayest thou ⚫ discern the corner-stone of living-rock, whereon all Polities for ⚫ the remotest time may stand secure.'

Do our readers discern any such corner-stone, or even so much as what Teufelsdröckh is looking at? He exclaims, Or 'hast thou forgotten Paris and Voltaire? How the aged, withered man, though but a Sceptic, Mocker, and millinery Court-poet, yet because even he seemed the Wisest, Best, could drag man• kind at his chariot-wheels, so that princes coveted a smile from ' him, and the loveliest of France would have laid their hair beneath his feet! All Paris was one vast Temple of Heroworship; though their Divinity, moreover, was of feature too ⚫apish.

But if such things,' continues he, 'were done in the dry tree, what will be done in the green? If, in the most parched season of Man's History, in the most parched spot of Europe, 'when Parisian life was at best but a scientific Hortus Siccus, 'bedizened with some Italian Gumflowers, such virtue could come out of it; what is to be looked for when Life again waves leafy and bloomy, and your Hero-Divinity shall have nothing apelike, but be wholly human? Know that there is in man 'a quite indestructible Reverence for whatsoever holds of Heaven, or even plausibly counterfeits such holding. Show the • dullest clodpole, show the haughtiest featherhead, that a soul higher than himself is actually here; were his knees stiffened into brass, he must down and worship.'

Organic filaments, of a more authentic sort, mysteriously spinning themselves, some will perhaps discover in the following passage:

There is no Church, sayest thou? The voice of Prophecy 'has gone dumb? This is even what I dispute: but in any case, hast thou not still Preaching enough? A Preaching Friar ⚫ settles himselí in every village; and builds a pulpit, which he 'calls Newspaper. Therefrom he preaches what most moment'ous doctrine is in him, for man's salvation; and dost not thou ⚫ listen, and believe? •

Look well, thou seest everywhere a new

Clergy of the Mendicant Orders, some bare-footed, some almost ⚫ bare-backed, fashion itself into shape, and teach and preach, zealously enough, for copper alms and the love of God. These • break in pieces the ancient idols; and, though themselves too ⚫ often reprobate, as idol-breakers are wont to be, mark out the ⚫ sites of new Churches, where the true God-ordained, that are ⚫ to follow, may find audience, and minister. Said I not, Before 'the old skin was shed, the new had formed itself beneath it?' Perhaps also in the following; wherewith we now hasten to knit-up this ravelled sleeve:

• But there is no Religion ?' reiterates the Professor. 'Fool! 'I tell thee, there is. Hast thou well considered all that lies in this immeasurable froth-ocean we name LITERATURE ? Fragments of a genuine Church-Homiletic lie scattered there, ' which Time will assort: nay fractions even of a Liturgy could • I point out. And knowest thou no Prophet, even in the ves⚫ture, environment, and dialect of this age? None to whom

⚫ the Godlike had revealed itself, through all meanest and highest ⚫ forms of the Common; and by him been again prophetically revealed in whose inspired melody, even in these rag-gather⚫ing and rag-burning days, Man's Life again begins, were it but ⚫ afar off, to be divine? Knowest thou none such? I know him, and name him- Goethe.

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But thou as yet standest in no Temple; joinest in no Psalm'worship; feelest well that, where there is no ministering Priest, the people perish? Be of comfort! Thou art not alone, if 'thou have Faith. Spake we not of a Communion of Saints, unseen, yet not unreal, accompanying and brother-like em'bracing thee, so thou be worthy? Their heroic Sufferings rise up melodiously together to Heaven, out of all lands, and out ⚫ of all times, as a sacred Miserere; their heroic Actions also, as 'a boundless everlasting Psalm of Triumph. Neither say that ⚫ thou hast now no Symbol of the Godlike. Is not God's Universe a Symbol of the Godlike; is not Immensity a Temple; ' is not Man's History, and Men's History, a perpetual Evangel? Listen, and for organ-music thou wilt ever, as of old, hear the ⚫ Morning Stars sing together.'

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CHAPTER VIII.

NATURAL SUPERNATURALISM.

It is in his stupendous Section, headed Natural Supernaturalism, that the Professor first becomes a Seer; and, after long effort, such as we have witnessed, finally subdues under his feet this refractory Clothes-Philosophy, and takes victorious possession thereof. Phantasms enough he has had to struggle with; Cloth-webs and Cob-webs,' of Imperial Mantles, Superannuated Symbols, and what not yet still did he courageously pierce through. Nay, worst of all, two quite mysterious, worldembracing Phantasms, TIME and SPACE, have ever hovered round him, perplexing and bewildering: but with these also he now resolutely grapples, these also he victoriously rends asunder. In a word, he has looked fixedly on Existence, till, one after the other, its earthly hulls and garnitures have all melted away; and now, to his rapt vision, the interior celestial Holy of Holies lies disclosed.

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Here, therefore, properly it is that the Philosophy of Clothes attains to Transcendentalism; this last leap, can we but clear it, takes us safe into the promised land, where Palingenesia, in all senses, may be considered as beginning. Courage, then!' may our Diogenes exclaim, with better right than Diogenes the First once did. This stupendous Section we, after long painful meditation, have found not to be unintelligible; but, on the contrary, to grow clear, nay radiant, and all-illuminating. Let the reader, turning on it what utmost force of speculative intellect is in him, do his part; as we, by judicious selection and adjustment, shall study to do ours:

'Deep has been, and is, the significance of Miracles,' thus quietly begins the Professor; 'far deeper perhaps than we imagine. Meanwhile, the question of questions were: What specially is a Miracle? To that Dutch King of Siam, an 'icicle had been a miracle; whoso had carried with him an air-pump, and vial of vitriolic ether, might have worked a • miracle. To my Horse, again, who unhappily is still more ⚫ unscientific, do not I work a miracle, and magical "Open

sesame!" every time I please to pay twopence, and open for ⚫ him an impassable Schlagbaum, or shut Turnpike ?

"But is not a real Miracle simply a violation of the Laws ' of Nature?" ask several. Whom I answer by this new question: What are the Laws of Nature? To me perhaps the rising of one from the dead were no violation of these Laws, 'but a confirmation; were some far deeper Law, now first penetrated into, and by Spiritual Force, even as the rest have ' all been, brought to bear on us with its Material Force.

'Here too may some inquire, not without astonishment : 'On what ground shall one, that can make Iron swim, come and declare that therefore he can teach Religion? To us,

truly, of the Nineteenth Century, such declaration were inept enough; which nevertheless to our fathers, of the First Century, was full of meaning.

"But is it not the deepest Law of Nature that she be con'stant?" cries an illuminated class: "Is not the Machine of 'the Universe fixed to move by unalterable rules?" Probable enough, good friends: nay I, too, must believe that the God, 'whom ancient inspired men assert to be "without variable'ness or shadow of turning," does indeed never change; that Nature, that the Universe, which no one whom it so pleases ⚫ can be prevented from calling a Machine, does move by the 'most unalterable rules. And now of you, too, I make the 'old inquiry: What those same unalterable rules, forming the complete Statute-Book of Nature, may possibly be?

They stand written in our Works of Science, say you; ' in the accumulated records of Man's Experience ?-Was Man 'with his Experience present at the Creation, then, to see how it all went on? Have any deepest scientific individuals yet 'dived down to the foundations of the Universe, and gauged everything there? Did the Maker take them into His coun

sel; that they read His groundplan of the incomprehensible All; and can say, This stands marked therein, and no more ⚫ than this? Alas, not in anywise! These scientific individuals 'have been nowhere but where we also are; have seen some 'handbreaths deeper than we see into the Deep that is infinite, ' without bottom as without shore.

'Laplace's Book on the Stars, wherein he exhibits that certain Planets, with their Satellites, gyrate round our worthy

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