'whether by the soft binding of Love, or the iron chaining of Necessity, as we like to choose it. More than once have I said to myself of some perhaps whimsically strutting Figure, such as 'provokes whimsical thoughts: "Wert thou, my little Brotherkin, 'suddenly covered up within the largest imaginable Glass-bell,— 'what a thing it were, not for thyself only but for the world! Post Letters, more or fewer, from all the four winds, impinge ' against thy Glass walls, but have to drop unread: neither from within comes there question or response into any Postbag; thy Thoughts fall into no friendly ear or heart, thy Manufacture into no purchasing hand; thou art no longer a circulating ve'nous-arterial Heart, that, taking and giving, circulatest through 'all Space and all Time: there has a Hole fallen out in the im'measurable, universal World-tissue, which must be darned up ' again!"

'Such venous-arterial circulation, of Letters, verbal Messages, 'paper and other Packages, going out from him and coming in, ' are a blood-circulation, visible to the eye; but the finer nervous 'circulation, by which all things, the minutest that he does, mi'nutely influence all men, and the very look of his face blesses or เ curses whomso it lights on, and so generates ever new blessing

or new cursing all this you cannot see, but only imagine.

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say, there is not a red Indian, hunting by Lake Winnipic, can quarrel with his squaw, but the whole world must smart for it: 'will not the price of beaver rise? It is a mathematical fact that 'the casting of this pebble from my hand alters the centre-ofgravity of the Universe.

'If now an existing generation of men stand so woven to'gether, not less indissolubly does generation with generation. 'Hast thou ever meditated on that word, Tradition: how we in'herit not Life only, but all the garniture and form of Life; and 'work, and speak, and even think and feel, as our Fathers, and 'primeval grandfathers, from the beginning, have given it us?'Who printed thee, for example, this unpretending Volume on the Philosophy of Clothes? Not the Herren Stillschweigen and Company: but Cadmus of Thebes, Faust of Mentz, and ' innumerable others whom thou knowest not. Had there been 'no Mosogothic Ulfila, there had been no English Shakspeare,

'or a different one. Simpleton! it was Tubalcain that made thy very Tailor's needle, and sewed that court suit of thine.

'Yes, truly, if Nature is one, and a living indivisible whole, 'much more is Mankind, the Image that reflects and creates Na' ture, without which Nature were not. As palpable life-streams ' in that wondrous Individual Mankind, among so many life'streams that are not palpable, flow-on those main-currents of 'what we call Opinion; as preserved in Institutions, Politics, 'Churches, above all in Books. Beautiful it is to understand and 'know that a Thought did never yet die; that as thou, the origi'nator thereof, hast gathered it and created it from the whole 'Past, so thou wilt transmit it to the whole Future. It is thus 'that the heroic Heart, the seeing Eye of the first times, still 'feels and sees in us of the latest; that the Wise Man stands ' ever encompassed, and spiritually embraced, by a cloud of wit( nesses and brothers; and there is a living, literal Communion ' of Saints, wide as the World itself, and as the History of the 'World.

Noteworthy also, and serviceable for the progress of this same 'Individual, wilt thou find his subdivision into Generations. 'Generations are as the Days of toilsome Mankind; Death and 'Birth are the vesper and the matin bells, that summon Mankind 'to sleep, and to rise refreshed for new advancement. What the 'Father has made, the Son can make and enjoy; but has also 'work of his own appointed him. Thus all things wax, and roll 'onwards; Arts, Establishments, Opinions, nothing is completed, 'but ever completing. Newton has learned to see what Kepler saw; but there is also a fresh heaven-derived force in Newton; 'he must mount to still higher points of vision. So too the Hebrew Lawgiver is, in due time, followed by an Apostle of the 'Gentiles. In the business of Destruction, as this also is from time to time a necessary work, thou findest a like sequence and 'perseverance for Luther it was as yet hot enough to stand by 'that burning of the Pope's Bull; Voltaire could not warm him'self at the glimmering ashes, but required quite other fuel. Thus likewise, I note, the English Whig has, in the second gen'eration, become an English Radical; who, in the third again, it is to be hoped, will become an English Rebuilder. Find mankind

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'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:

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'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 ccase to be palatable, and new and higher need to be devised?

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

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'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 Heaven'chosen 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 Opposition, 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 expanses, all is so immeasurable; much so disastrous, ghastly; your very radiances, and straggling light-beams, have a supernatural character. And then with such an indifference, such a prophetic 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 repeat, that, looking into this man, we discern a deep, silent, slowburning, inextinguishable Radicalism, such as fills us with shuddering admiration.

Thus, for example, he appears to make little even of the Elective 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, can'not 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!'

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 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 forever 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 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