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'manufactured at Nürnberg out of wood and leather, foster the growth of anything; much more of Mind, which grows, not like a vegetable (by having its roots littered with etymological compost), but like a spirit, by mysterious contact of Spirit; Thought kindling itself at the fire of living Thought? How 'shall he give kindling, in whose own inward man there is no • live coal, but all is burnt-out to a dead grammatical cinder? • The Hinterschlag Professors knew syntax enough; and of the • human soul thus much that it had a faculty called Memory, ' and could be acted-on through the muscular integument by appliance of birch-rods.

Alas, so is it everywhere, so will it ever be; till the Hodman is discharged, or reduced to hodbearing; and an Architect is hired, and on all hands fitly encouraged: till commu'nities and individuals discover, not without surprise, that fashioning the souls of a generation by Knowledge can rank on a level with blowing their bodies to pieces by Gunpowder; 'that with Generals and Fieldmarshals for killing, there should be world-honoured Dignitaries, and were it possible, true God' ordained Priests, for teaching. But as yet, though the Soldier wears openly, and even parades, his butchering-tool, nowhere, 'far as I have travelled, did the Schoolmaster make show of 'his instructing-tool: nay, were he to walk abroad with birch girt on thigh, as if he therefrom expected honour, would there 'not, among the idler class, perhaps a certain levity be excited?'

In the third year of this Gymnasic period, Father Andreas seems to have died: the young Scholar, otherwise so maltreated, saw himself for the first time clad outwardly in sables, and inwardly in quite inexpressible melancholy. 'The dark bottom'less Abyss, that lies under our feet, had yawned open; the 'pale kingdoms of Death, with all their innumerable silent na⚫tions and generations, stood before him; the inexorable word, 'NEVER! now first showed its meaning. My Mother wept, ' and her sorrow got vent; but in my heart there lay a whole 'lake of tears, pent-up in silent desolation. Nevertheless the unworn Spirit is strong; Life is so healthful that it even finds ⚫ nourishment in Death: these stern experiences, planted down by Memory in my Imagination, rose there to a whole cypress⚫ forest, sad but beautiful; waving, with not unmelodious sighs, in dark luxuriance, in the hottest sunshine, through long years

of youth :- as in manhood also it does, and will do; for I ' have now pitched my tent under a Cypress-tree; the Tomb is now my inexpugnable Fortress, ever close by the gate of which 'I look upon the hostile armaments, and pains and penalties of tyrannous Life placidly enough, and listen to its loudest threat'enings with a still smile. O ye loved ones, that already sleep ' in the noiseless Bed of Rest, whom in life I could only weep • for and never help; and ye, who wide-scattered still toil lonely ' in the monster-bearing Desert, dyeing the flinty ground with 'your blood,-yet a little while, and we shall all meet THERE, ' and our Mother's bosom will screen us all; and Oppression's ' harness, and Sorrow's fire-whip, and all the Gehenna Bailiffs ⚫ that patrol and inhabit ever-vexed Time, cannot thenceforth harm us any more!'

Close by which rather beautiful apostrophe, lies a laboured Character of the deceased Andreas Futteral; of his natural ability, his deserts in life (as Prussian Sergeant); with long historical inquiries into the genealogy of the Futteral Family, here traced back as far as Henry the Fowler: the whole of which we pass over, not without astonishment. It only concerns us to add, that now was the time when Mother Gretchen revealed to her foster-son that he was not at all of this kindred; or indeed of any kindred, having come into historical existence in the way already known to us. Thus was I doubly orphaned,' says he; 'bereft not only of Possession, but even of Remem'brance. Sorrow and Wonder, here suddenly united, could not 'but produce abundant fruit. Such a disclosure, in such a season, struck its roots through my whole nature: ever till the years of mature manhood, it mingled with my whole thoughts, ' was as the stem whereon all my day-dreams and night-dreams • grew. A certain poetic elevation, yet also a corresponding 'civic depression, it naturally imparted: I was like no other; • in which fixed-idea, leading sometimes to highest, and oftener 'to frightfullest results, may there not lie the first spring of ' tendencies, which in my Life have become remarkable enough? 'As in birth, so in action, speculation, and social position, my ⚫ fellows are perhaps not numerous.'

In the Bag Sagittarius, as we at length discover, Teufelsdröckh has become a University man; though how, when, or

of what quality, will nowhere disclose itself with the smallest certainty. Few things, in the way of confusion and capricious indistinctness, can now surprise our readers; not even the total want of dates, almost without parallel in a Biographical work. So enigmatic, so chaotic we have always found, and must always look to find, these scattered Leaves. In Sagittarius, however, Teufelsdröckh begins to show himself even more than usually Sibylline: fragments of all sorts; scraps of regular Memoir, College-Exercises, Programs, Professional Testimoniums, Milkscores, torn Billets, sometimes to appearance of an amatory cast; all blown together as if by merest chance, henceforth bewilder the sane Historian. To combine any picture of these University, and the subsequent, years; much more, to decipher therein any illustrative primordial elements of the Clothes-Philosophy, becomes such a problem as the reader may imagine.

So much we can see; darkly, as through the foliage of some wavering thicket: a youth of no common endowment, who has passed happily through Childhood, less happily yet still vigorously through Boyhood, now at length perfect in 'dead vocables,' and set down, as he hopes, by the living Fountain, there to superadd Ideas and Capabilities. From such Fountain he draws, diligently, thirstily, yet never or seldom with his whole heart, for the water nowise suits his palate; discouragements, entanglements, aberrations are discoverable or supposable. Nor perhaps are even pecuniary distresses wanting; for 'the good Gretchen, 'who in spite of advices from not disinterested relatives has 'sent him hither, must after a time withdraw her willing but 'too feeble hand.' Nevertheless in an atmosphere of Poverty and manifold Chagrin, the Humour of that young Soul, what character is in him, first decisively reveals itself; and, like strong sunshine in weeping skies, gives out variety of colours, some of which are prismatic. Thus, with the aid of Time and of what Time brings, has the stripling Diogenes Teufelsdröckh waxed into manly stature; and into so questionable an aspect, that we ask with new eagerness, How he specially came by it, and regret anew that there is no more explicit answer. Certain of the intelligible and partially significant fragments, which are few in number, shall be extracted from that Limbo of a Paperbag, and presented with the usual preparation.

As if, in the Bag Scorpio, Teufelsdröckh had not already

expectorated his antipedagogic spleen; as if, from the name Sagittarius, he had thought himself called upon to shoot arrows, we here again fall-in with such matter as this: 'The University ' where I was educated still stands vivid enough in my remem'brance, and I know its name well; which name, however, I, 'from tenderness to existing interests and persons, shall in no' wise divulge. It is my painful duty to say that, out of Eng'land and Spain, ours was the worst of all hitherto discovered ⚫ Universities. This is indeed a time when right Education is, as nearly as may be, impossible: however, in degrees of wrongness there is no limit: nay, I can conceive a worse sys⚫tem than that of the Nameless itself; as poisoned victual may ⚫ be worse than absolute hunger.

'It is written, When the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch: wherefore, in such circumstances, may it not 'sometimes be safer, if both leader and lead simply sit still? 'Had you, anywhere in Crim Tartary, walled-in a square enclosure; furnished it with a small, ill-chosen Library; and 'then turned loose into it eleven-hundred Christian striplings, 'to tumble about as they listed, from three to seven years: cer'tain persons, under the title of Professors, being stationed at 'the gates, to declare aloud that it was a University, and exact considerable admission-fees,—you had, not indeed in mechanical structure, yet in spirit and result, some imperfect resem'blance of our High Seminary. I say, imperfect; for if our · mechanical structure was quite other, so neither was our result altogether the same: unhappily, we were not in Crim Tartary, but in a corrupt European city, full of smoke and sin; moreover, in the middle of a Public, which, without far 'costlier apparatus than that of the Square Enclosure, and De⚫claration aloud, you could not be sure of gulling.

'Gullible, however, by fit apparatus, all Publics are; and gulled, with the most surprising profit. Towards anything like a Statistics of Imposture, indeed, little as yet has been done: 'with a strange indifference, our Economists, nigh buried under • Tables for minor Branches of Industry, have altogether over• looked the grand all-overtopping Hypocrisy Branch; as if our 'whole arts of Puffery, of Quackery, Priestcraft, Kingcraft, and ⚫ the innumerable other crafts and mysteries of that genus, had ⚫ not ranked in Productive Industry at all! Can any one, for

example, so much as say, What moneys, in Literature and Shoeblacking, are realised by actual Instruction and actual jet • Polish; what by fictitious-persuasive Proclamation of such; specifying, in distinct items, the distributions, circulations, dis'bursements, incomings of said moneys, with the smallest approach to accuracy? But to ask, How far, in all the several infinitely-complected departments of social business, in govern'ment, education, in manual, commercial, intellectual fabrica'tion of every sort, man's Want is supplied by true Ware; how 'far by the mere Appearance of true Ware :—in other words, • To what extent, by what methods, with what effects, in various ⚫ times and countries, Deception takes the place of wages of • Performance: here truly is an Inquiry big with results for the 'future time, but to which hitherto only the vaguest answer can ' be given. If for the present, in our Europe, we estimate the ' ratio of Ware to Appearance of Ware so high even as at One 'to a Hundred (which, considering the Wages of a Pope, Rus'sian Autocrat, or English Game-Preserver, is probably not far 'from the mark),—what almost prodigious saving may there 'not be anticipated, as the Statistics of Imposture advances, ' and so the manufacturing of Shams (that of Realities rising into clearer and clearer distinction therefrom) gradually declines, and at length becomes all but wholly unnecessary! 'This for the coming golden ages. What I had to remark, ' for the present brazen one, is, that in several provinces, as in Education, Polity, Religion, where so much is wanted and indispensable, and so little can as yet be furnished, probably Imposture is of sanative, anodyne nature, and man's Gulli⚫bility not his worst blessing. Suppose your sinews of war quite broken; I mean your military chest insolvent, forage all 'but exhausted; and that the whole army is about to mutiny, 'disband, and cut your and each other's throat, then were it ' not well could you, as if by miracle, pay them in any sort of fairy-money, feed them on coagulated water, or mere imagina'tion of meat; whereby, till the real supply came up, they might 'be kept together and quiet? Such perhaps was the aim of 'Nature, who does nothing without aim, in furnishing her favourite, Man, with this his so omnipotent or rather omnipatient 'Talent of being Gulled.

'How beautifully it works, with a little mechanism; nay,