'where thou wilt, thou findest it in living movement, in progress 'faster or slower the Phoenix soars aloft, hovers with outstretched wings, filling Earth with her music; or, as now, she sinks, and ' with spheral swan-song immolates herself in flame, that she may 'soar the higher and sing the clearer.'

Let the friends of social order, in such a disastrous period, lay this to heart, and derive from it any little comfort they can. We subjoin another passage, concerning Titles:

Remark, not without surprise,' says Teufelsdröckh, 'how all high Titles of Honour come hitherto from Fighting. Your 'Herzog (Duke, Dux) is Leader of Armies; your Earl (Jarl) is Strong Man; your Marshal cavalry Horse-shoer. A Millen'nium, or reign of Peace and Wisdom, having from of old been 'prophesied, and becoming now daily more and more indubitable, may it not be apprehended that such Fighting-titles will 'cease to be palatable, and new and higher need to be devised?

The only Title wherein I, with confidence, trace eternity, is that of King. Konig (King), anciently Könning means Kenning (Cunning), or which is the same thing, Can-ning. Ever 'must the Sovereign of Mankind be fitly entitled King'

Well, also,' says he elsewhere, was it written by Theologians; a King rules by divine right. He carries in him an authority from God, or man will never give it him. Can I choose my own King? I can choose my own King Popinjay, and play what 'farce or tragedy I may with him: but he who is to be my Ruler, whose will is to be higher than my will, was chosen for me in Heaven. Neither except in such Obedience to the Heavenchosen is Freedom so much as conceivable.'

The Editor will here admit that, among all the wondrous provinces of Teufelsdrockh's spiritual world, there is none he walks in with such astonishment, hesitation, and even pain, as in the Political. How, with our English love of Ministry and Opposi tion, and that generous conflict of Parties, mind warming itself against mind in their mutual wrestle for the Public Good, by which wrestle, indeed, is our invaluable Constitution kept warm and alive; how shall we domesticate ourselves in this spectral Necropolis, or rather City both of the Dead and of the Unborn,

where the Present seems little other than an inconsiderable Film dividing the Past and the Future? In those dim longdrawn a panses, all is so immeasurable; much so disastrous, ghastly: you very radiances, and straggling light-beams, have a supernatural character. And then with such an indifference, such a prophet peacefulness (accounting the inevitably-coming as already here. to him all one whether it be distant by centuries or only by days), does he sit;—and live, you would say, rather in any other age than in his own! It is our painful duty to announce, or re peat, that, looking into this man, we discern a deep, silent, slow burning, inextinguishable Radicalism, such as fills us with shuddering admiration.

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Thus, for example, he appears to make little even of the Eleetive Franchise; at least so we interpret the following: Satisfy 'yourselves,' he says, by universal, indubitable experiment, even 'as ye are now doing or will do, whether FREEDOM, heavenborn ' and leading heavenward, and so vitally essential for us all. cannot peradventure be mechanically hatched and 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 manufac 'ture 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 every 'where 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? Mean'while, however, mock me not with the name of Free, when 'you have but knit up my chains into ornamental 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

ystical, 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 fellows 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 ordered 'it, that whatsoever man ought to obey he cannot but obey. Be'fore no faintest revelation of the Godlike did he ever stand 'irreverent; least of all, when the Godlike shewed itself revealed in his fellow-man. Thus is there a true religious Loyalty for'ever rooted in his heart; nay, in all ages, even in ours, it mani'fests itself as a more or less orthodox Hero-worship. In which 'fact, that Hero-worship exists, has existed, and will for ever 'exist, universally among Mankind, mayest thou discern the cor'ner-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 6 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 be'neath his feet! All Paris was one vast Temple of Hero-wor'ship; 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, bat 'be wholly human? Know that there is in man a quite inde 'structible Reverence for whatsoever holds of Heaven, or even 'plausibly counterfeits such holding. Shew the dullest clodpole 'shew the haughtiest featherhead, that a soul Higher than him'self is actually here; were his knees stiffened into brass, be 'must down and worship.'

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

There is no Church, sayest thou? The voice of Prophecy 'has gone dumb? This is even what I dispute: but, in any case, 'has thou not still Preaching enough? A Preaching Friar 'settles himself in every village; and builds a pulpit, which he 'calls Newspaper. Therefrom he preaches what most momen'tous 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

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'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? Frag 'ments 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 vesture, en'vironment, 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 gathering 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.

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 embracing 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, ever'lasting 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.'