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Conjuror might I name thee, couldst thou conjure 'back into these wooden tools the divine virtue they " once held.'

"Of this thing, however, be certain: wouldst thou 'plant for Eternity, then plant into the deep infinite 'faculties of man, his Fantasy and Heart; wouldst 'thou plant for Year and Day, then plant into his 'shallow superficial faculties, his Self-love and Arith'metical Understanding, what will grow there. A 'Hierarch, therefore, and Pontiff of the World will we call him, the Poet and inspired Maker; who, 'Prometheus-like, can shape new Symbols, and bring new Fire from Heaven to fix it there. Such too 'will not always be wanting; neither perhaps now Meanwhile, as the average of matters goes, we account him Legislator and wise who can so 'much as tell when a Symbol has grown old, and ' gently remove it.

are.

'When, as the last English Coronation* was pre'paring,' concludes this wonderful Professor, 'I read in their Newspapers that the "Champion of England," he who has to offer battle to the Universe 'for his new King, had brought it so far that he " could now 66 mount his horse with little assistance," 'I said to myself: Here also we have a Symbol well ' nigh superannuated. Alas, move whithersoever you 'may, are not the tatters and rags of superannuated 'worn-out Symbols (in this Ragfair of a World) dropping off everywhere, to hoodwink, to halter, 'to tether you; nay, if you shake them not aside, 'threatening to accumulate, and perhaps produce 'suffocation.'

* That of George IV.—ED.

CHAPTER IV.

HELOTAGE.

At this point we determine on adverting shortly, or rather reverting, to a certain Tract of Hofrath Heuschrecke's, entitled Institute for the Repression of Population; which lies, dishonourably enough (with torn leaves, and a perceptible smell of aloetic drugs), stuffed into the Bag Pisces. Not indeed for the sake of the Tract itself, which we admire little; but of the marginal Notes, evidently in Teufelsdröckh's hand, which rather copiously fringe it. A few of these may be in their right place here.

Into the Hofrath's Institute, with its extraordinary schemes, and machinery of Corresponding Boards and the like, we shall not so much as glance. Enough for us to understand that Heuschrecke is a disciple of Malthus; and so zealous for the doctrine, that his zeal almost literally eats him up. A deadly fear of Population possesses the Hofrath; something like a fixed-idea; undoubtedly akin to the more diluted forms of Madness. Nowhere, in that quarter of his intellectual world, is there light; nothing but a grim shadow of Hunger; open mouths opening wider and wider; a world to terminate by the frightfullest consummation by its too dense inhabitants, famished into delirium, universally eating one another. To make air for himself in which strangulation, choking

enough to a benevolent heart, the Hofrath founds, or proposes to found, this Institute of his, as the best he can do. It is only with our Professor's comments thereon that we concern ourselves.

First, then, remark that Teufelsdröckh, as a speculative Radical, has his own notions about human dignity; that the Zähdarm palaces and courtesies have not made him forgetful of the Futteral cottages. On the blank cover of Heuschrecke's Tract, we find the following indistinctly engrossed:

Two men I honour, and no third. First, the toilworn Craftsman that with earth-made Imple'ment laboriously conquers the Earth, and makes her man's. Venerable to me is the hard Hand; 'crooked, coarse; wherein notwithstanding lies a 'cunning virtue, indefeasibly royal, as of the Sceptre ' of this Planet. Venerable too is the rugged face, 'all weather-tanned, besoiled, with its rude intelligence; for it is the face of a Man living manlike. Oh, but the more venerable for thy rudeness, and even because we must pity as well as love thee! 'Hardly-entreated Brother! For us was thy back 'so bent, for us were thy straight limbs and fingers 'so deformed: thou wert our Conscript, on whom 'the lot fell, and fighting our battles wert so marred. For in thee too lay a god-created Form, but it was 'not to be unfolded; encrusted must it stand with the thick adhesions and defacements of Labour; ' and thy body, like thy soul, was not to know free'dom. Yet toil on, toil on: thou art in thy duty, 'be out of it who may; thou toilest for the alto'gether indispensable, for daily bread.

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'A second man I honour, and still more highly:

Him who is seen toiling for the spiritually indis'pensable; not daily bread, but the Bread of Life. Is not he too in his duty; endeavouring towards ' inward Harmony; revealing this, by act or by word, through all his outward endeavours, be they high or low? Highest of all, when his outward and his inward endeavour are one: when we can name him Artist; not earthly Craftsman only, but ' inspired Thinker, who with heaven-made Imple'ment conquers Heaven for us! If the poor and ' humble toil that we have Food, must not the high

and glorious toil for him in return, that he have 'Light, have Guidance, Freedom, Immortality?'These two, in all their degrees, I honour: all else 'is chaff and dust, which let the wind blow whither ' it listeth.

Unspeakably touching is it, however, when I 'find both dignities united; and he that must toil outwardly for the lowest of man's wants, is also toiling inwardly for the highest. Sublimer in this ' world know I nothing than a Peasant Saint, could 'such now anywhere be met with. Such a one will 'take thee back to Nazareth itself; thou wilt see the 'splendour of Heaven spring forth from the hum'blest depths of Earth, like a light shining in great ' darkness.'

And again: 'It is not because of his toils that I 'lament for the poor: we must all toil, or steal (howsoever we name our stealing), which is worse; no · faithful workman finds his task a pastime. The poor is hungry and athirst; but for him also there is food and drink: he is heavy-laden and weary; 'but for him also the Heavens send Sleep, and of

'the deepest; in his smoky cribs, a clear dewy heaven of Rest envelopes him, and fitful glitterings of 'cloud-skirted Dreams. But what I do mourn over is, that the lamp of his soul should go out; that no ray of heavenly, or even of earthly knowledge, 'should visit him; but only, in the haggard dark'ness, like two spectres, Fear and Indignation bear 'him company. Alas, while the Body stands so 'broad and brawny, must the Soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupified, almost annihilated! Alas, was ' this too a Breath of God; bestowed in Heaven, but " on earth never to be unfolded! - That there should

one Man die ignorant who had capacity for Know'ledge, this I call a tragedy, were it to happen more

than twenty times in the minute, as by some com'putations it does. The miserable fraction of Science 'which our united Mankind, in a wide Universe of 'Nescience, has acquired, why is not this, with all diligence, imparted to all?'

Quite in an opposite strain is the following: The old Spartans had a wiser method; and went ' out and hunted down their Helots, and speared and spitted them, when they grew too numerous. With our improved fashions of hunting, Herr Hofrath, now after the invention of fire-arms, and standing armies, how much easier were such a hunt! Perhaps in the most thickly-peopled country, some 'three days annually might suffice to shoot all the ' able-bodied Paupers that had accumulated within 'the year. Let Governments think of this. The expense were trifling: nay, the very carcasses would pay it. Have them salted and barrelled; could not 'you victual therewith, if not Army and Navy, yet