Mrs。Mervalewasintheseventhheavenofindignationandamaze!
　　"Mydear？"saidMr。Mervaleatlast，meeklyandinterogatingly。
　　"Mydear!"returnedMrs。Mervale，innocentlyandsourly。
　　"Wecanmakeuparoomformyoldfriend，Sarah？"
　　Theoldfriendhadsunkbackonhischair，and，gazingintentlyonthefire，withhisfeetateaseuponthefender，seemedtohaveforgottenhisquestion。
　　Mrs。Mervalebitherlips，lookedthoughtful，andatlastcoldlyreplied，"Certainly，Mr。Mervale；yourfriendsdorighttomakethemselvesathome。"
　　Withthatshelightedacandle，andmovedmajesticallyfromtheroom。Whenshereturned，thetwofriendshadvanishedintoMr。
　　Mervale'sstudy。
　　Twelveo'clockstruck，——oneo'clock，two!ThricehadMrs。
　　Mervalesentintotheroomtoknow，——first，iftheywantedanything；secondly，ifMr。Glyndonsleptonamattressorfeather-bed；thirdly，toinquireifMr。Glyndon'strunk，whichhehadbroughtwithhim，shouldbeunpacked。Andtotheanswertoallthesequestionswasadded，inaloudvoicefromthevisitor，——avoicethatpiercedfromthekitchentotheattic，——"Anotherbowl!stronger，ifyouplease，andbequickwithit!"
　　AtlastMr。Mervaleappearedintheconjugalchamber，notpenitent，norapologetic，——no，notabitofit。Hiseyestwinkled，hischeekflushed，hisfeetreeled；hesang，——Mr。
　　ThomasMervalepositivelysang!
　　"Mr。Mervale!isitpossible，sir——"
　　"'OldKingColewasamerryoldsoul——'"
　　"Mr。Mervale!sir!——leavemealone，sir!"
　　"'Andamerryoldsoulwashe——'"
　　"Whatanexampletotheservants!"
　　"'Andhecalledforhispipe，andhecalledforhisbowl——'"
　　"Ifyoudon'tbehaveyourself，sir，Ishallcall——"
　　"'Callforhisfiddlersthree!'"
　　CHAPTER5。III。
　　InderWeltweitAusderEinsamkeitWollensieDichlocken。
　　"Faust。"
　　Inthewideworld，outofthesolitude，willtheseallurethee。
　　Thenextmorning，atbreakfast，Mrs。Mervalelookedasifallthewrongsofinjuredwomansatuponherbrow。Mr。Mervaleseemedthepictureofremorsefulguiltandavengingbile。Hesaidlittle，excepttocomplainofheadache，andtorequesttheeggstoberemovedfromthetable。ClarenceGlyndon——impervious，unconscious，unailing，impenitent——wasinnoisyspirits，andtalkedforthree。
　　"PoorMervale!hehaslostthehabitofgood-fellowship，madam。
　　Anothernightortwo，andhewillbehimselfagain!"
　　"Sir，"saidMrs。Mervale，launchingapremeditatedsentencewithmorethanJohnsoniandignity，"permitmetoremindyouthatMr。
　　Mervaleisnowamarriedman，thedestinedfatherofafamily，andthepresentmasterofahousehold。"
　　"PreciselythereasonswhyIenvyhimsomuch。Imyselfhaveagreatmindtomarry。Happinessiscontagious。"
　　"Doyoustilltaketopainting？"askedMervale，languidly，endeavouringtoturnthetablesonhisguest。
　　"Oh，no；Ihaveadoptedyouradvice。Noart，noideal，——nothingloftierthanCommonplaceformenow。IfIweretopaintagain，I
　　positivelythinkYOUwouldpurchasemypictures。Makehasteandfinishyourbreakfast，man；Iwishtoconsultyou。IhavecometoEnglandtoseeaftermyaffairs。Myambitionistomakemoney；yourcounselsandexperiencecannotfailtoassistmehere。"
　　"Ah，youweresoondisenchantedofyourPhilosopher'sStone!Youmustknow，Sarah，thatwhenIlastleftGlyndon，hewasbentuponturningalchemistandmagician。"
　　"Youarewittyto-day，Mr。Mervale。"
　　"Uponmyhonouritistrue，Itoldyousobefore。"
　　Glyndonroseabruptly。
　　"Whyrevivethoserecollectionsoffollyandpresumption？HaveI
　　notsaidthatIhavereturnedtomynativelandtopursuethehealthfulavocationsofmykind!Oh，yes!whatsohealthful，sonoble，sofittedtoournature，aswhatyoucallthePracticalLife？Ifwehavefaculties，whatistheiruse，buttosellthemtoadvantage!Buyknowledgeaswedoourgoods；buyitatthecheapestmarket，sellitatthedearest。Haveyounotbreakfastedyet？"
　　Thefriendswalkedintothestreets，andMervaleshrankfromtheironywithwhichGlyndoncomplimentedhimonhisrespectability，hisstation，hispursuits，hishappymarriage，andhiseightpicturesintheirhandsomeframes。FormerlythesoberMervalehadcommandedaninfluenceoverhisfriend:HIShadbeenthesarcasm；Glyndon'stheirresoluteshameathisownpeculiarities。
　　Nowthispositionwasreversed。TherewasafierceearnestnessinGlyndon'salteredtemperwhichawedandsilencedthequietcommonplaceofhisfriend'scharacter。Heseemedtotakeamalignantdelightinpersuadinghimselfthatthesoberlifeoftheworldwascontemptibleandbase。
　　"Ah!"heexclaimed，"howrightyouweretotellmetomarryrespectably；tohaveasolidposition；toliveindecorousfearoftheworldandone'swife；andtocommandtheenvyofthepoor，thegoodopinionoftherich。Youhavepractisedwhatyoupreach。Deliciousexistence!Themerchant'sdeskandthecurtainlecture!Ha!ha!Shallwehaveanothernightofit？"
　　Mervale，embarrassedandirritated，turnedtheconversationuponGlyndon'saffairs。Hewassurprisedattheknowledgeoftheworldwhichtheartistseemedtohavesuddenlyacquired，surprisedstillmoreattheacutenessandenergywithwhichhespokeofthespeculationsmostinvogueatthemarket。Yes；
　　Glyndonwascertainlyinearnest:hedesiredtoberichandrespectable，——andtomakeatleasttenpercentforhismoney!
　　Afterspendingsomedayswiththemerchant，duringwhichtimehecontrivedtodisorganiseallthemechanismofthehouse，toturnnightintoday，harmonyintodiscord，todrivepoorMrs。Mervalehalf-distracted，andtoconvinceherhusbandthathewashorriblyhen-pecked，theill-omenedvisitorleftthemassuddenlyashehadarrived。Hetookahouseofhisown；hesoughtthesocietyofpersonsofsubstance；hedevotedhimselftothemoney-market；
　　heseemedtohavebecomeamanofbusiness；hisschemeswereboldandcolossal；hiscalculationsrapidandprofound。HestartledMervalebyhisenergy，anddazzledhimbyhissuccess。Mervalebegantoenvyhim，——tobediscontentedwithhisownregularandslowgains。WhenGlyndonboughtorsoldinthefunds，wealthrolleduponhimlikethetideofasea；whatyearsoftoilcouldnothavedoneforhiminart，afewmonths，byasuccessionofluckychances，didforhiminspeculation。Suddenly，however，herelaxedhisexertions；newobjectsofambitionseemedtoattracthim。Ifheheardadruminthestreets，whatglorylikethesoldier's？Ifanewpoemwerepublished，whatrenownlikethepoet's？Hebeganworksinliterature，whichpromisedgreatexcellence，tothrowthemasideindisgust。Allatonceheabandonedthedecorousandformalsocietyhehad###第16章
　　courted；hejoinedhimself，withyoungandriotousassociates；heplungedintothewildestexcessesofthegreatcity，whereGoldreignsalikeoverToilandPleasure。Throughallhecarriedwithhimacertainpowerandheatofsoul。Inallsocietyheaspiredtocommand，——inallpursuitstoexcel。Yetwhateverthepassionofthemoment，thereactionwasterribleinitsgloom。Hesank，attimes，intothemostprofoundandthedarkestreveries。Hisfeverwasthatofamindthatwouldescapememory，——hisrepose，thatofamindwhichthememoryseizesagain，anddevoursasaprey。Mervalenowsawlittleofhim；theyshunnedeachother。
　　Glyndonhadnoconfidant，andnofriend。
　　CHAPTER5。IV。
　　IchfuhleDichmirnahe；
　　DieEinsamkeitbelebt；
　　WieuberseinenWeltenDerUnsichtbareschwebt。
　　Uhland。
　　Ifeeltheeneartome，Thelonelinesstakeslife，——
　　AsoveritsworldTheInvisiblehovers。
　　Fromthisstateofrestlessnessandagitationratherthancontinuousaction，Glyndonwasarousedbyavisitorwhoseemedtoexercisethemostsalutaryinfluenceoverhim。Hissister，anorphanwithhimself，hadresidedinthecountrywithheraunt。
　　Intheearlyyearsofhopeandhomehehadlovedthisgirl，muchyoungerthanhimself，withallabrother'stenderness。OnhisreturntoEngland，hehadseemedtoforgetherexistence。Sherecalledherselftohimonheraunt'sdeathbyatouchingandmelancholyletter:shehadnownohomebuthis，——nodependencesaveonhisaffection；heweptwhenhereadit，andwasimpatienttillAdelaarrived。
　　Thisgirl，thenabouteighteen，concernedbeneathagentleandcalmexteriormuchoftheromanceorenthusiasmthathad，atherownage，characterisedherbrother。Butherenthusiasmwasofafarpurerorder，andwasrestrainedwithinproperbounds，partlybythesweetnessofaveryfemininenature，andpartlybyastrictandmethodicaleducation。Shedifferedfromhimespeciallyinatimidityofcharacterwhichexceededthatusualatherage，butwhichthehabitofself-commandconcealednolesscarefullythanthattimidityitselfconcealedtheromanceIhaveascribedtoher。
　　Adelawasnothandsome:shehadthecomplexionandtheformofdelicatehealth；andtoofineanorganisationofthenervesrenderedhersusceptibletoeveryimpressionthatcouldinfluencethehealthoftheframethroughthesympathyofthemind。Butasshenevercomplained，andasthesingularserenityofhermannersseemedtobetokenanequanimityoftemperamentwhich，withthevulgar，mighthavepassedforindifference，hersufferingshadsolongbeenborneunnoticedthatitceasedtobeanefforttodisguisethem。Though，asIhavesaid，nothandsome，hercountenancewasinterestingandpleasing；andtherewasthatcaressingkindness，thatwinningcharmabouthersmile，hermanners，heranxietytoplease，tocomfort，andtosoothewhichwentatoncetotheheart，andmadeherlovely，——becausesoloving。
　　SuchwasthesisterwhomGlyndonhadsolongneglected，andwhomhenowsocordiallywelcomed。Adelahadpassedmanyyearsavictimtothecaprices，andanursetothemaladies，ofaselfishandexactingrelation。Thedelicateandgenerousandrespectfulaffectionofherbrotherwasnolessnewtoherthandelightful。
　　Hetookpleasureinthehappinesshecreated；hegraduallyweanedhimselffromothersociety；hefeltthecharmofhome。Itisnotsurprising，then，thatthisyoungcreature，freeandvirginfromeverymoreardentattachment，concentratedallhergratefulloveonthischerishedandprotectingrelative。Herstudybyday，herdreambynight，wastorepayhimforhisaffection。Shewasproudofhistalents，devotedtohiswelfare；thesmallesttriflethatcouldinteresthimswelledinhereyestothegravestaffairsoflife。Inshort，allthelong-hoardedenthusiasm，whichwasherperilousandonlyheritage，sheinvestedinthisoneobjectofherholytenderness，herpureambition。
　　ButinproportionasGlyndonshunnedthoseexcitementsbywhichhehadsolongsoughttooccupyhistimeordistracthisthoughts，thegloomofhiscalmerhoursbecamedeeperandmorecontinuous。Heeverandespeciallydreadedtobealone；hecouldnotbearhisnewcompaniontobeabsentfromhiseyes:herodewithher，walkedwithher，anditwaswithvisiblereluctance，whichalmostpartookofhorror，thatheretiredtorestatanhourwhenevenrevelgrowsfatigued。Thisgloomwasnotthatwhichcouldbecalledbythesoftnameofmelancholy，——itwasfarmoreintense；itseemedratherlikedespair。Oftenafterasilenceasofdeath——soheavy，abstracted，motionless，diditappear——hewouldstartabruptly，andcasthurriedglancesaroundhim，——hislimbstrembling，hislipslivid，hisbrowsbathedindew。Convincedthatsomesecretsorrowpreyeduponhismind，andwouldconsumehishealth，itwasthedearestasthemostnaturaldesireofAdelatobecomehisconfidantandconsoler。Sheobserved，withthequicktactofthedelicate，thathedislikedhertoseemaffectedby，orevensensibleof，hisdarkermoods。
　　Sheschooledherselftosuppressherfearsandherfeelings。Shewouldnotaskhisconfidence，——shesoughttostealintoit。Bylittleandlittleshefeltthatshewassucceeding。Toowrappedinhisownstrangeexistencetobeacutelyobservantofthecharacterofothers，Glyndonmistooktheself-contentofagenerousandhumbleaffectionforconstitutionalfortitude；andthisqualitypleasedandsoothedhim。Itisfortitudethatthediseasedmindrequiresintheconfidantwhomitselectsasitsphysician。Andhowirresistibleisthatdesiretocommunicate!
　　Howoftenthelonelymanthoughttohimself，"Myheartwouldbelightenedofitsmisery，ifonceconfessed!"Hefelt，too，thatintheveryyouth，theinexperience，thepoeticaltemperamentofAdela，hecouldfindonewhowouldcomprehendandbearwithhimbetterthananysternerandmorepracticalnature。Mervalewouldhavelookedonhisrevelationsastheravingsofmadness，andmostmen，atbest，asthesickliedchimeras，theopticaldelusions，ofdisease。Thusgraduallypreparinghimselfforthatreliefforwhichheyearned，themomentforhisdisclosurearrivedthus:——
　　Oneevening，astheysatalonetogether，Adela，whoinheritedsomeportionofherbrother'stalentinart，wasemployedindrawing，andGlyndon，rousinghimselffrommeditationslessgloomythanusual，rose，andaffectionatelypassinghisarmroundherwaist，lookedoverherasshesat。Anexclamationofdismaybrokefromhislips，——hesnatchedthedrawingfromherhand:
　　"Whatareyouabout？——whatportraitisthis？"
　　"DearClarence，doyounotremembertheoriginal？——itisacopyfromthatportraitofourwiseancestorwhichourpoormotherusedtosaysostronglyresembledyou。IthoughtitwouldpleaseyouifIcopieditfrommemory。"
　　"Accursedwasthelikeness!"saidGlyndon，gloomily。"GuessyounotthereasonwhyIhaveshunnedtoreturntothehomeofmyfathers!——becauseIdreadedtomeetthatportrait!——because——
　　because——butpardonme；Ialarmyou!"
　　"Ah，no，——no，Clarence，youneveralarmmewhenyouspeak:onlywhenyouaresilent!Oh，ifyouthoughtmeworthyofyourtrust；
　　oh，ifyouhadgivenmetherighttoreasonwithyouinthesorrowsthatIyearntoshare!"
　　Glyndonmadenoanswer，butpacedtheroomforsomemomentswithdisorderedstrides。Hestoppedatlast，andgazedatherearnestly。"Yes，you，too，arehisdescendant；youknowthatsuchmenhavelivedandsuffered；youwillnotmockme，——youwillnotdisbelieve!Listen!hark!——whatsoundisthat？"
　　"Butthewindonthehouse-top，Clarence，——butthewind。"
　　"Givemeyourhand；letmefeelitslivingclasp；andwhenIhavetoldyou，neverreverttothetaleagain。Concealitfromall:
　　swearthatitshalldiewithus，——thelastofourpredestinedrace!"
　　"NeverwillIbetrayyourtrust；Iswearit，——never!"saidAdela，firmly；andshedrewclosertohisside。ThenGlyndoncommencedhisstory。Thatwhich，perhaps，inwriting，andtomindspreparedtoquestionanddisbelieve，mayseemcoldandterrorless，becamefardifferentwhentoldbythoseblanchedlips，withallthattruthofsufferingwhichconvincesandappalls。Much，indeed，heconcealed，muchheinvoluntarilysoftened；butherevealedenoughtomakehistaleintelligibleanddistincttohispaleandtremblinglistener。"Atdaybreak，"
　　hesaid，"Ileftthatunhallowedandabhorredabode。Ihadonehopestill，——IwouldseekMejnourthroughtheworld。Iwouldforcehimtolayatrestthefiendthathauntedmysoul。WiththisintentIjourneyedfromcitytocity。IinstitutedthemostvigilantresearchesthroughthepoliceofItaly。IevenemployedtheservicesoftheInquisitionatRome，whichhadlatelyasserteditsancientpowersinthetrialofthelessdangerousCagliostro。Allwasinvain；notatraceofhimcouldbediscovered。Iwasnotalone，Adela。"HereGlyndonpausedamoment，asifembarrassed；forinhisrecital，IneedscarcelysaythathehadonlyindistinctlyalludedtoFillide，whomthereadermaysurmisetobehiscompanion。"Iwasnotalone，buttheassociateofmywanderingswasnotoneinwhommysoulcouldconfide，——faithfulandaffectionate，butwithouteducation，withoutfacultiestocomprehendme，withnaturalinstinctsratherthancultivatedreason；oneinwhomtheheartmightleaninitscarelesshours，butwithwhomthemindcouldhavenocommune，inwhomthebewilderedspiritcouldseeknoguide。Yetinthesocietyofthispersonthedemontroubledmenot。
　　Letmeexplainyetmorefullythedreadconditionsofitspresence。Incoarseexcitement，incommonplacelife，inthewildriot，inthefierceexcess，inthetorpidlethargyofthatanimalexistencewhichwesharewiththebrutes，itseyeswereinvisible，itswhisperwasunheard。Butwheneverthesoulwouldaspire，whenevertheimaginationkindledtotheloftierends，whenevertheconsciousnessofourproperdestinystruggledagainsttheunworthylifeIpursued，then，Adela——then，itcoweredbymysideinthelightofnoon，orsatbymybed，——aDarknessvisiblethroughtheDark。If，inthegalleriesofDivineArt，thedreamsofmyyouthwoketheearlyemulation，——ifIturnedtothethoughtsofsages；iftheexampleofthegreat，iftheconverseofthewise，arousedthesilencedintellect，thedemonwaswithmeasbyaspell。Atlast，oneevening，atGenoa，towhichcityIhadtravelledinpursuitofthemystic，suddenly，andwhenleastexpected，heappearedbeforeme。
　　ItwasthetimeoftheCarnival。Itwasinoneofthosehalf-franticscenesofnoiseandrevel，callitnotgayety，whichestablishaheathensaturnaliainthemidstofaChristianfestival。Weariedwiththedance，Ihadenteredaroominwhichseveralrevellerswereseated，drinking，singing，shouting；andintheirfantasticdressesandhideousmasks，theirorgyseemedscarcelyhuman。I
　　placedmyselfamongstthem，andinthatfearfulexcitementofthespiritswhichthehappyneverknow，Iwassoonthemostriotousofall。TheconversationfellontheRevolutionofFrance，whichhadalwayspossessedformeanabsorbingfascination。Themasksspokeofthemillenniumitwastobringonearth，notasphilosophersrejoicingintheadventoflight，butasruffiansexultingintheannihilationoflaw。Iknownotwhyitwas，buttheirlicentiouslanguageinfectedmyself；and，alwaysdesiroustobeforemostineverycircle，Isoonexceededeventheseriotersindeclamationsonthenatureofthelibertywhichwasabouttoembraceallthefamiliesoftheglobe，——alibertythatshouldpervadenotonlypubliclegislation，butdomesticlife；anemancipationfromeveryfetterthatmenhadforgedforthemselves。Inthemidstofthistiradeoneofthemaskswhisperedme，——
　　"'Takecare。Onelistenstoyouwhoseemstobeaspy!'
　　"Myeyesfollowedthoseofthemask，andIobservedamanwhotooknopartintheconversation，butwhosegazewasbentuponme。Hewasdisguisedliketherest，yetIfoundbyageneralwhisperthatnonehadobservedhimenter。Hissilence，hisattention，hadalarmedthefearsoftheotherrevellers，——theyonlyexcitedmethemore。Raptinmysubject，Ipursuedit，insensibletothesignsofthoseaboutme；and，addressingmyselfonlytothesilentmaskwhosatalone，apartfromthegroup，I
　　didnotevenobservethat，onebyone，therevellersslunkoff，andthatIandthesilentlistenerwereleftalone，until，pausingfrommyheatedandimpetuousdeclamations，Isaid，——
　　"'Andyou，signor，——whatisyourviewofthismightyera？
　　Opinionwithoutpersecution；brotherhoodwithoutjealousy；lovewithoutbondage——'
　　"'AndlifewithoutGod，'addedthemaskasIhesitatedfornewimages。
　　"Thesoundofthatwell-knownvoicechangedthecurrentofmythought。Isprangforward，andcried，——
　　"'ImposterorFiend，wemeetatlast!'
　　"ThefigureroseasIadvanced，and，unmasking，showedthefeaturesofMejnour。Hisfixedeye，hismajesticaspect，awedandrepelledme。Istoodrootedtotheground。
　　"'Yes，'hesaidsolemnly，'wemeet，anditisthismeetingthatI
　　havesought。Howhastthoufollowedmyadmonitions!ArethesethescenesinwhichtheAspirantfortheSereneSciencethinkstoescapetheGhastlyEnemy？Dothethoughtsthouhastuttered——
　　thoughtsthatwouldstrikeallorderfromtheuniverse——expressthehopesofthesagewhowouldrisetotheHarmonyoftheEternalSpheres？'
　　"'Itisthyfault，——itisthine!'Iexclaimed。'Exorcisethephantom!Takethehauntingterrorfrommysoul!'
　　Mejnourlookedatmeamomentwithacoldandcynicaldisdainwhichprovokedatoncemyfearandrage，andreplied，——
　　"'No；foolofthineownsenses!No；thoumusthavefullandentireexperienceoftheillusionstowhichtheKnowledgethatiswithoutFaithclimbsitsTitanway。ThoupantestforthisMillennium，——thoushaltbeholdit!ThoushaltbeoneoftheagentsoftheeraofLightandReason。Isee，whileIspeak，thePhantomthoufliest，bythyside；itmarshalsthypath；ithaspowerovertheeasyet，——apowerthatdefiesmyown。InthelastdaysofthatRevolutionwhichthouhailest，amidstthewrecksoftheOrderthoucursestasOppression，seekthefulfilmentofthydestiny，andawaitthycure。'
　　"Atthatinstantatroopofmasks，clamorous，intoxicated，reeling，andrushing，astheyreeled，pouredintotheroom，andseparatedmefromthemystic。Ibrokethroughthem，andsoughthimeverywhere，butinvain。Allmyresearchesthenextdaywereequallyfruitless。Weekswereconsumedinthesamepursuit，——notatraceofMejnourcouldbediscovered。Weariedwithfalsepleasures，rousedbyreproachesIhaddeserved，recoilingfromMejnour'sprophecyofthesceneinwhichIwastoseekdeliverance，itoccurredtome，atlast，thatinthesoberairofmynativecountry，andamidstitsorderlyandvigorouspursuits，Imightworkoutmyownemancipationfromthespectre。IleftallwhomIhadbeforecourtedandclungto，——Icamehither。
　　Amidstmercenaryschemesandselfishspeculations，Ifoundthesamereliefasindebauchandexcess。ThePhantomwasinvisible；
　　butthesepursuitssoonbecametomedistastefulastherest。
　　EverandeverIfeltthatIwasbornforsomethingnoblerthanthegreedofgain，——thatlifemaybemadeequallyworthless，andthesoulequallydegradedbytheicylustofavarice，asbythenoisierpassions。Ahigherambitionneverceasedtotormentme。
　　But，but，"continuedGlyndon，withawhiteninglipandavisibleshudder，"ateveryattempttoriseintoloftierexistence，camethathideousform。Itgloomedbesidemeattheeasel。Beforethevolumesofpoetandsageitstoodwithitsburningeyesinthestillnessofnight，andIthoughtIhearditshorriblewhispersutteringtemptationsnevertobedivulged。"Hepaused，andthedropsstooduponhisbrow。
　　"ButI，"saidAdela，masteringherfearsandthrowingherarmsaroundhim，——"butIhenceforthwillhavenolifebutinthine。
　　Andinthislovesopure，soholy，thyterrorshallfadeaway。"
　　"No，no!"exclaimedGlyndon，startingfromher。"Theworstrevelationistocome。Sincethouhastbeenhere，sinceIhavesternlyandresolutelyrefrainedfromeveryhaunt，everysceneinwhichthispreternaturalenemytroubledmenot，I——I——have——Oh，Heaven!Mercy——mercy!Thereitstands，——there，bythyside，——
　　there，there!"Andhefelltothegroundinsensible。
　　CHAPTER5。V。
　　Dochwunderbarergriffmich'sdieseNacht；
　　DieGliederschienenschoninTodesMacht。
　　Uhland。
　　Thisnightitfearfullyseizedonme；mylimbsappearedalreadyinthepowerofdeath。
　　Afever，attendedwithdelirium，forseveraldaysdeprivedGlyndonofconsciousness；andwhen，byAdela'scaremorethantheskillofthephysicians，hewasrestoredtolifeandreason，hewasunutterablyshockedbythechangeinhissister'sappearance；
　　atfirst，hefondlyimaginedthatherhealth，affectedbyhervigils，wouldrecoverwithhisown。Buthesoonsaw，withananguishwhichpartookofremorse，thatthemaladywasdeep-
　　seated，——deep，deep，beyondthereachofAesculapiusandhisdrugs。Herimagination，littlelesslivelythanhisown，wasawfullyimpressedbythestrangeconfessionsshehadheard，——bytheravingsofhisdelirium。Againandagainhadheshriekedforth，"Itisthere，——there，bythyside，mysister!"Hehadtransferredtoherfancythespectre，andthehorrorthatcursedhimself。Heperceivedthis，notbyherwords，buthersilence；
　　bytheeyesthatstrainedintospace；bytheshiverthatcameoverherframe；bythestartofterror；bythelookthatdidnotdaretoturnbehind。Bitterlyherepentedhisconfession；
　　bitterlyhefeltthatbetweenhissufferingsandhumansympathytherecouldbenogentleandholycommune；vainlyhesoughttoretract，——toundowhathehaddone，todeclareallwasbutthechimeraofanoverheatedbrain!
　　Andbraveandgenerouswasthisdenialofhimself；for，oftenandoften，ashethusspoke，hesawtheThingofDreadglidingtoherside，andglaringathimashedisowneditsbeing。Butwhatchilledhim，ifpossible，yetmorethanherwastingformandtremblingnerves，wasthechangeinherloveforhim；anaturalterrorhadreplacedit。Sheturnedpalerifheapproached，——sheshudderedifhetookherhand。Dividedfromtherestofearth，thegulfofthefoulremembranceyawnednowbetweenhissisterandhimself。HecouldendurenomorethepresenceoftheonewhoselifeHISlifehadembittered。Hemadesomeexcusesfordeparture，andwrithedtoseethattheyweregreetedeagerly。
　　Thefirstgleamofjoyhehaddetectedsincethatfatalnight，onAdela'sface，hebeheldwhenhemurmured"Farewell。"HetravelledforsomeweeksthroughthewildestpartsofScotland；
　　scenerywhichMAKEStheartist，waslovelesstohishaggardeyes。
　　AletterrecalledhimtoLondononthewingsofnewagonyandfear；hearrivedtofindhissisterinaconditionbothofmindandhealthwhichexceededhisworstapprehensions。
　　Hervacantlook，herlifelessposture，appalledhim；itwasasonewhogazedontheMedusa'shead，andfelt，withoutastruggle，thehumanbeinggraduallyhardentothestatue。Itwasnotfrenzy，itwasnotidiocy，——itwasanabstraction，anapathy，asleepinwaking。Onlyasthenightadvancedtowardstheeleventhhour——thehourinwhichGlyndonhadconcludedhistale——shegrewvisiblyuneasy，anxious，andperturbed。Thenherlipsmuttered；
　　herhandswrithed；shelookedroundwithalookofunspeakableappealforsuccour，forprotection，andsuddenly，astheclockstruck，fellwithashriektotheground，coldandlifeless。
　　Withdifficulty，andnotuntilafterthemostearnestprayers，didsheanswertheagonisedquestionsofGlyndon；atlastsheownedthatatthathour，andthathouralone，wherevershewasplaced，howeveroccupied，shedistinctlybeheldtheapparitionofanoldhag，who，afterthriceknockingatthedoor，enteredtheroom，andhobblinguptoherwithacountenancedistortedbyhideousrageandmenace，laiditsicyfingersonherforehead:
　　fromthatmomentshedeclaredthatsenseforsookher；andwhenshewokeagain，itwasonlytowait，insuspensethatfrozeupherblood，therepetitionoftheghastlyvisitation。
　　ThephysicianwhohadbeensummonedbeforeGlyndon'sreturn，andwhoseletterhadrecalledhimtoLondon，wasacommonplacepractitioner，ignorantofthecase，andhonestlyanxiousthatonemoreexperiencedshouldbeemployed。Clarencecalledinoneofthemosteminentofthefaculty，andtohimherecitedtheopticaldelusionofhissister。Thephysicianlistenedattentively，andseemedsanguineinhishopesofcure。Hecametothehousetwohoursbeforetheonesodreadedbythepatient。
　　Hehadquietlyarrangedthattheclocksshouldbeputforwardhalfanhour，unknowntoAdela，andeventoherbrother。Hewasamanofthemostextraordinarypowersofconversation，ofsurpassingwit，ofallthefacultiesthatinterestandamuse。Hefirstadministeredtothepatientaharmlesspotion，whichhepledgedhimselfwoulddispelthedelusion。Hisconfidenttonewokeherownhopes，——hecontinuedtoexciteherattention，torouseherlethargy；hejested，helaughedawaythetime。Thehourstruck。"Joy，mybrother!"sheexclaimed，throwingherselfinhisarms；"thetimeispast!"Andthen，likeonereleasedfromaspell，shesuddenlyassumedmorethanherancientcheerfulness。"Ah，Clarence!"shewhispered，"forgivemeformyformerdesertion，——forgivemethatIfearedYOU。Ishalllive!——
　　Ishalllive!inmyturntobanishthespectrethathauntsmybrother!"AndClarencesmiledandwipedthetearsfromhisburningeyes。Thephysicianrenewedhisstories，hisjests。Inthemidstofastreamofrichhumourthatseemedtocarryawaybothbrotherandsister，GlyndonsuddenlysawoverAdela'sfacethesamefearfulchange，thesameanxiouslook，thesamerestless，strainingeye，hehadbeheldthenightbefore。Herose，——heapproachedher。Adelastartedup。"look——look——look!"
　　sheexclaimed。"Shecomes!Saveme，——saveme!"andshefellathisfeetinstrongconvulsionsastheclock，falselyandinvainputforward，struckthehalf-hour。
　　Thephysicianliftedherinhisarms。"Myworstfearsareconfirmed，"hesaidgravely；"thediseaseisepilepsy。"ThemostcelebratedpractitionerinDublinrelatedtotheeditorastoryofopticaldelusionpreciselysimilarinitscircumstancesanditsphysicalcausetotheoneherenarrated。
　　Thenextnight，atthesamehour，AdelaGlyndondied。
　　CHAPTER5。VI。
　　Laloi，dontleregnevousepouvante，asonglaivelevesurvous:
　　ellevousfrapperatous:legenrehumainabesoindecetexemple——Couthon。
　　Thelaw，whosereignterrifiesyou，hasitsswordraisedagainstyou；itwillstrikeyouall:humanityhasneedofthisexample。
　　"Oh，joy，joy!——thouartcomeagain!Thisisthyhand——thesethylips。Saythatthoudidstnotdesertmefromtheloveofanother；sayitagain，——sayitever!——andIwillpardontheealltherest!"
　　"Sothouhastmournedforme？"
　　"Mourned!——andthouwertcruelenoughtoleavemegold；thereitis，——there，untouched!"
　　"PoorchildofNature!how，then，inthisstrangetownofMarseilles，hastthoufoundbreadandshelter？"
　　"Honestly，soulofmysoul!honestly，butyetbythefacethoudidstoncethinksofair；thinkestthouTHATnow？"
　　"Yes，Fillide，morefairthanever。Butwhatmeanestthou？"
　　"Thereisapainterhere——agreatman，oneoftheirgreatmenatParis，Iknownotwhattheycallthem；butherulesoverallhere，——lifeanddeath；andhehaspaidmelargelybuttositformyportrait。ItisforapicturetobegiventotheNation，forhepaintsonlyforglory。ThinkofthyFillide'srenown!"Andthegirl'swildeyessparkled；hervanitywasroused。"AndhewouldhavemarriedmeifIwould!——divorcedhiswifetomarryme!
　　ButIwaitedforthee，ungrateful!"
　　Aknockatthedoorwasheard，——amanentered。
　　"Nicot!"
　　"Ah，Glyndon!——hum!——welcome!What!thouarttwicemyrival!
　　ButJeanNicotbearsnomalice。Virtueismydream，——mycountry，mymistress。Servemycountry，citizen；andIforgivetheethepreferenceofbeauty。Caira!caira!"
　　Butasthepainterspoke，ithymned，itrolledthroughthestreets，——thefierysongoftheMarseillaise!Therewasacrowd，amultitude，apeopleup，abroad，withcoloursandarms，enthusiasmandsong，——withsong，withenthusiasm，withcoloursandarms!Andwhocouldguessthatthatmartialmovementwasone，notofwar，butmassacre，——FrenchmenagainstFrenchmen？FortherearetwopartiesinMarseilles，——andampleworkforJourdanCoupe-tete!Butthis，theEnglishman，justarrived，astrangertoallfactions，didnotasyetcomprehend。Hecomprehendednothingbutthesong，theenthusiasm，thearms，andthecoloursthatliftedtothesunthegloriouslie，"LepeupleFrancais，deboutcontrelestyrans!"Up，Frenchmen，againsttyrants!
　　Thedarkbrowofthewretchedwanderergrewanimated；hegazedfromthewindowonthethrongthatmarchedbelow，beneaththeirwavingOriflamme。TheyshoutedastheybeheldthepatriotNicot，thefriendofLibertyandrelentlessHebert，bythestranger'sside，atthecasement。
　　"Ay，shoutagain!"criedthepainter，——"shoutforthebraveEnglishmanwhoabjureshisPittsandhisCoburgstobeacitizenofLibertyandFrance!"
　　Athousandvoicesrenttheair，andthehymnoftheMarseillaiseroseinmajestyagain。
　　"Well，andifitbeamongthesehighhopesandthisbravepeoplethatthephantomistovanish，andthecuretocome!"mutteredGlyndon；andhethoughthefeltagaintheelixirsparklingthroughhisveins。
　　"ThoushaltbeoneoftheConventionwithPaineandClootz，——I
　　willmanageitallforthee!"criedNicot，slappinghimontheshoulder:"andParis——"
　　"Ah，ifIcouldbutseeParis!"criedFillide，inherjoyousvoice。Joyous!thewholetime，thetown，theair——savewhere，unheard，rosethecryofagonyandtheyellofmurder——werejoy!
　　Sleepunhauntinginthygrave，coldAdela。Joy，joy!IntheJubileeofHumanityallprivategriefsshouldcease!Behold，wildmariner，thevastwhirlpooldrawstheetoitsstormybosom!
　　Theretheindividualisnot。Allthingsareofthewhole!Openthygates，fairParis，forthestranger-citizen!Receiveinyourranks，OmeekRepublicans，thenewchampionofliberty，ofreason，ofmankind!"Mejnourisright；itwasinvirtue，invalour，ingloriousstruggleforthehumanrace，thatthespectrewastoshrinktoherkindreddarkness。"
　　AndNicot'sshrillvoicepraisedhim；andleanRobespierre——
　　"Flambeau，colonne，pierreangulairedel'edificedelaRepublique!""Thelight，column，andkeystoneoftheRepublic。"——"LettreduCitoyenP——；PapiersineditstrouveschezRobespierre，"tom11，page127。——smiledominouslyonhimfromhisbloodshoteyes；andFillideclaspedhimwithpassionatearmstohertenderbreast。Andathisup-risinganddown-sitting，atboardandinbed，thoughhesawitnot，theNamelessOneguidedhimwiththedemoneyestotheseawhosewavesweregore。
　　BOOKVI。
　　SUPERSTITIONDESERTINGFAITH。
　　WhydoIyieldtothatsuggestion，Whosehorridimagedothunfixmyhair——ShakespeareCHAPTER6。I。
　　ThereforetheGeniiwerepaintedwithaplatterfullofgarlandsandflowersinonehand，andawhipintheother——AlexanderRoss，"Mystag。Poet。"
　　Accordingtotheorderoftheeventsrelatedinthisnarrative，thedepartureofZanoniandViolafromtheGreekisle，inwhichtwohappyyearsappeartohavebeenpassed，musthavebeensomewhatlaterindatethanthearrivalofGlyndonatMarseilles。
　　Itmusthavebeeninthecourseoftheyear1791whenViolafledfromNapleswithhermysteriouslover，andwhenGlyndonsoughtMejnourinthefatalcastle。Itisnowtowardsthecloseof1793，whenourstoryagainreturnstoZanoni。ThestarsofwintershonedownonthelagunesofVenice。ThehumoftheRialtowashushed，——thelastloiterershaddesertedthePlaceofSt。Mark's，andonlyatdistantintervalsmightbeheardtheoarsoftherapidgondolas，bearingrevellerorlovertohishome。
　　ButlightsstillflittedtoandfroacrossthewindowsofoneofthePalladianpalaces，whoseshadowsleptinthegreatcanal；andwithinthepalacewatchedthetwinEumenidesthatneversleepforMan，——FearandPain。
　　"IwillmaketheetherichestmaninallVenice，ifthousavesther。"
　　"Signor，"saidtheleech；"yourgoldcannotcontroldeath，andthewillofHeaven，signor，unlesswithinthenexthourthereissomeblessedchange，prepareyourcourage。"
　　Ho——ho，Zanoni!manofmysteryandmight，whohastwalkedamidstthepassionsoftheworld，withnochangesonthybrow，artthoutossedatlastuponthebillowsoftempestuousfear？Doesthyspiritreeltoandfro？——knowestthouatlastthestrengthandthemajestyofDeath？
　　Hefled，trembling，fromthepale-facedmanofart，——fledthroughstatelyhallandlong-drawncorridor，andgainedaremotechamberinthepalace，whichotherstepthanhiswasnotpermittedtoprofane。Outwiththyherbsandvessels。Breakfromtheenchantedelements，Osilvery-azureflame!Whycomeshenot，——
　　theSonoftheStarbeam!WhyisAdon-Aideaftothysolemncall？
　　Itcomesnot，——theluminousanddelightsomePresence!Cabalist!
　　arethycharmsinvain？Hasthythronevanishedfromtherealmsofspace？Thoustandestpaleandtrembling。Paletrembler!notthusdidstthoulookwhenthethingsofglorygatheredatthyspell。Nevertothepaletremblerbowthethingsofglory:thesoul，andnottheherbs，northesilvery-azureflame，northespellsoftheCabala，commandsthechildrenoftheair；andTHY
　　soul，byLoveandDeath，ismadesceptrelessanddiscrowned!
　　Atlengththeflamequivers，——theairgrowscoldasthewindincharnels。Athingnotofearthispresent，——amistlike，formlessthing。Itcowersinthedistance，——asilentHorror!itrises；itcreeps；itnearsthee——darkinitsmantleofduskyhaze；andunderitsveilitlooksontheewithitslivid，malignanteyes，——
　　thethingofmalignanteyes!
　　"Ha，youngChaldean!younginthycountlessages，——youngaswhen，coldtopleasureandtobeauty，thoustoodestontheoldFire-
　　tower，andheardestthestarrysilencewhispertotheethelastmysterythatbafflesDeath，——fearestthouDeathatlength？Isthyknowledgebutacirclethatbringstheebackwhencethywanderingsbegan!Generationsongenerationshavewitheredsincewetwomet!Lo!thoubeholdestmenow!"
　　"ButIbeholdtheewithoutfear!Thoughbeneaththineeyesthousandshaveperished；though，wheretheyburn，springupthefoulpoisonsofthehumanheart，andtothosewhomthoucanstsubjecttothywill，thypresenceglaresinthedreamsoftheravingmaniac，orblackensthedungeonofdespairingcrime，thouartnotmyvanquisher，butmyslave!"
　　"AndasaslavewillIservethee!Commandthyslave，O
　　beautifulChaldean!Hark，thewailofwomen!——hark，thesharpshriekofthybelovedone!Deathisinthypalace!Adon-Aicomesnottothycall。OnlywherenocloudofthepassionandthefleshveilstheeyeoftheSereneIntelligencecantheSonsoftheStarbeamglidetoman。But_I_canaidthee!——hark!"AndZanonihearddistinctlyinhisheart，evenatthatdistancefromthechamber，thevoiceofViolacallingindeliriumonherbelovedone。
　　"Oh，Viola，Icansavetheenot!"exclaimedtheseer，passionately；"mylovefortheehasmademepowerless!"
　　"Notpowerless；Icangifttheewiththearttosaveher，——Icanplacehealinginthyhand!"
　　"Forboth？——childandmother，——forboth？"
　　"Both!"
　　Aconvulsionshookthelimbsoftheseer，——amightystruggleshookhimasachild:theHumanityandtheHourconqueredtherepugnantspirit。
　　"Iyield!Motherandchild——saveboth!"……
　　InthedarkchamberlayViola，inthesharpestagoniesoftravail；lifeseemedrendingitselfawayinthegroansandcriesthatspokeofpaininthemidstoffrenzy；andstill，ingroanandcry，shecalledonZanoni，herbeloved。Thephysicianlookedtotheclock；onitbeat:theHeartofTime，——regularlyandslowly，——HeartthatneversympathisedwithLife，andneverflaggedforDeath!"Thecriesarefainter，"saidtheleech；"intenminutesmoreallwillbepast。"
　　Fool!theminuteslaughatthee；Nature，evennow，likeablueskythroughashatteredtemple，issmilingthroughthetorturedframe。Thebreathinggrowsmorecalmandhushed；thevoiceofdeliriumisdumb，——asweetdreamhascometoViola。Isitadream，orisitthesoulthatsees？ShethinkssuddenlythatsheiswithZanoni，thatherburningheadispillowedonhisbosom；
　　shethinks，ashegazesonher，thathiseyesdispelthetorturesthatpreyuponher，——thetouchofhishandcoolsthefeveronherbrow；shehearshisvoiceinmurmurs，——itisamusicfromwhichthefiendsfly。Whereisthemountainthatseemedtopressuponhertemples？Likeavapour，itrollsaway。Inthefrostsofthewinternight，sheseesthesunlaughinginluxuriousheaven，——shehearsthewhisperofgreenleaves；thebeautifulworld，valleyandstreamandwoodland，liebefore，andwithacommonvoicespeaktoher，"Wearenotyetpastforthee!"Foolofdrugsandformula，looktothydial-plate!——thehandhasmovedon；theminutesarewithEternity；thesoulthysentencewouldhavedismissed，stilldwellsontheshoresofTime。Shesleeps:thefeverabates；theconvulsionsaregone；thelivingrosebloomsuponhercheek；thecrisisispast!Husband，thywifelives；
　　lover，thyuniverseisnosolitude!HeartofTime，beaton!A
　　while，alittlewhile，——joy!joy!joy!——father，embracethychild!
　　CHAPTER6。II。
　　TristisErinnysPraetulitinfaustassanguinolentafaces。
　　Ovid。
　　Erinnys，dolefulandbloody，extendstheunblessedtorches。
　　Andtheyplacedthechildinthefather'sarms!Assilentlyhebentoverit，tears——tears，howhuman!——fellfromhiseyeslikerain!Andthelittleonesmiledthroughthetearsthatbatheditscheeks!Ah，withwhathappytearswewelcomethestrangerintooursorrowingworld!Withwhatagonisingtearswedismissthestrangerbacktotheangels!Unselfishjoy；buthowselfishisthesorrow!
　　Andnowthroughthesilentchamberafaintsweetvoiceisheard，——theyoungmother'svoice。
　　"Iamhere:Iambythyside!"murmuredZanoni。
　　Themothersmiled，andclaspedhishand，andaskednomore；shewascontented……
　　Violarecoveredwitharapiditythatstartledthephysician；andtheyoungstrangerthrivedasifitalreadylovedtheworldtowhichithaddescended。FromthathourZanoniseemedtoliveintheinfant'slife，andinthatlifethesoulsofmotherandfathermetasinanewbond。Nothingmorebeautifulthanthisinfanthadeyeeverdweltupon。Itwasstrangetothenursesthatitcamenotwailingtothelight，butsmiledtothelightasathingfamiliartoitbefore。Itneverutteredonecryofchildishpain。Initsveryreposeitseemedtobelisteningtosomehappyvoicewithinitsheart:itseemeditselfsohappy。Initseyesyouwouldhavethoughtintellectalreadykindled，thoughithadnotyetfoundalanguage。Alreadyitseemedtorecogniseitsparents；alreadyitstretchedforthitsarmswhenZanonibentoverthebed，inwhichitbreathedandbloomed，——thebuddingflower!Andfromthatbedhewasrarelyabsent:gazinguponitwithhisserene，delightedeyes，hissoulseemedtofeeditsown。
　　Atnightandinutterdarknesshewasstillthere；andViolaoftenheardhimmurmuringoveritasshelayinahalf-sleep。
　　Butthemurmurwasinalanguagestrangetoher；andsometimeswhensheheardshefeared，andvague，undefinedsuperstitionscamebacktoher，——thesuperstitionsofearlieryouth。Amotherfearseverything，eventhegods，forhernew-born。ThemortalsshriekedaloudwhenofoldtheysawthegreatDemeterseekingtomaketheirchildimmortal。
　　ButZanoni，wrappedinthesublimedesignsthatanimatedthehumanlovetowhichhewasnowawakened，forgotall，evenallhehadforfeitedorincurred，inthelovethatblindedhim。
　　Butthedark，formlessthing，thoughhenorinvokednorsawit，crept，often，roundandroundhim，andoftensatbytheinfant'scouch，withitshatefuleyes。
　　CHAPTER6。III。
　　Fuscistelluremamplectituralis。
　　Virgil。
　　EmbracestheEarthwithgloomywings。
　　LetterfromZanonitoMejnour。
　　Mejnour，Humanity，withallitssorrowsanditsjoys，ismineoncemore。Daybyday，Iamforgingmyownfetters。Iliveinotherlivesthanmyown，andinthemIhavelostmorethanhalfmyempire。Notliftingthemaloft，theydragmebythestrongbandsoftheaffectionstotheirownearth。Exiledfromthebeingsonlyvisibletothemostabstractsense，thegrimEnemythatguardstheThresholdhasentangledmeinitsweb。Canstthoucreditme，whenItelltheethatIhaveaccepteditsgifts，andenduretheforfeit？Agesmustpasserethebrighterbeingscanagainobeythespiritthathasbowedtotheghastlyone!
　　And……
　　Inthishope，then，Mejnour，Itriumphstill；Iyethavesupremepoweroverthisyounglife。Insensiblyandinaudiblymysoulspeakstoitsown，andpreparesitevennow。Thouknowestthatforthepureandunsulliedinfantspirit，theordealhasnoterrorandnoperil。ThusunceasinglyInourishitwithnounholylight；andereityetbeconsciousofthegift，itwillgaintheprivilegesithasbeenminetoattain:thechild，byslowandscarce-seendegrees，willcommunicateitsownattributestothemother；andcontenttoseeYouthforeverradiantonthebrowsofthetwothatnowsufficetofillupmywholeinfinityofthought，shallIregrettheairierkingdomthatvanisheshourlyfrommygrasp？Butthou，whosevisionisstillclearandserene，lookintothefardeepsshutfrommygaze，andcounselme，orforewarn!IknowthatthegiftsoftheBeingwhoseraceissohostiletoourownare，totheccommonseeker，fatalandperfidiousasitself。Andhence，when，attheoutskirtsofknowledge，whichinearlieragesmencalledMagic，theyencounteredthethingsofthehostiletribes，theybelievedtheapparitionstobefiends，and，byfanciedcompacts，imaginedtheyhadsignedawaytheirsouls；asifmancouldgiveforaneternitythatoverwhichhehascontrolbutwhilehelives!Dark，andshroudedforeverfromhumansight，dwellthedemonrebels，intheirimpenetrablerealm；inthemisnobreathoftheDivineOne。
　　IneveryhumancreaturetheDivineOnebreathes；andHealonecanjudgeHisownhereafter，andallotitsnewcareerandhome。
　　Couldmansellhimselftothefiend，mancouldprejudgehimself，andarrogatethedisposalofeternity!Butthesecreatures，modificationsastheyareofmatter，andsomewithmorethanthemalignantyofman，maywellseem，tofearandunreasoningsuperstition，therepresentativesoffiends。AndfromthedarkestandmightiestofthemIhaveacceptedaboon，——thesecretthatstartledDeathfromthosesodeartome。CanInottrustthatenoughofpoweryetremainstometobaffleortodauntthePhantom，ifitseektopervertthegift？Answerme，Mejnour，forinthedarknessthatveilsme，Iseeonlythepureeyesofthenew-born；Ihearonlythelowbeatingofmyheart。Answerme，thouwhosewisdomiswithoutlove!
　　MejnourtoZanoni。
　　Rome。
　　FallenOne!——IseebeforetheeEvilandDeathandWoe!ThoutohaverelinquishedAdon-AiforthenamelessTerror，——theheavenlystarsforthosefearfuleyes!Thou，atthelasttobethevictimoftheLarvaofthedrearyThreshold，that，inthyfirstnovitiate，fled，witheredandshrivelled，fromthykinglybrow!
　　When，attheprimarygradesofinitiation，thepupilItookfromtheeontheshoresofthechangedParthenope，fellsenselessandcoweringbeforethatPhantom-Darkness，Iknewthathisspiritwasnotformedtofronttheworldsbeyond；forFEARistheattractionofmantoearthiestearth，andwhilehefears，hecannotsoar。
　　ButTHOU，seestthounotthattoloveisbuttofear；seestthounotthatthepowerofwhichthouboastestoverthemalignantoneisalreadygone？Itawes，itmastersthee；itwillmocktheeandbetray。Losenotamoment；cometome。Iftherecanyetbesufficientsympathybetweenus，throughMYeyesshaltthousee，andperhapsguardagainsttheperilsthat，shapelessyet，andloomingthroughtheshadow，marshalthemselvesaroundtheeandthosewhomthyverylovehasdoomed。Comefromallthetiesofthyfondhumanity；theywillbutobscurethyvision!Comeforthfromthyfearsandhopes，thydesiresandpassions。Come，asaloneMindcanbethemonarchandtheseer，shiningthroughthehomeittenants，——apure，impressionless，sublimeintelligence!
　　Chapter6。IV。
　　Plusquevousnepensezcemomentestterrible。
　　LaHarpe，"LeComtedeWarwick，"Act3，sc。5。
　　Themomentismoreterriblethanyouthink。
　　Forthefirsttimesincetheirunion，ZanoniandViolawereseparated，——ZanoniwenttoRomeonimportantbusiness。"Itwas，"
　　hesaid，"butforafewdays；"andhewentsosuddenlythattherewaslittletimeeitherforsurpriseorsorrow。Butfirstpartingisalwaysmoremelancholythanitneedbe:itseemsaninterruptiontotheexistencewhichLoveshareswithLove；itmakestheheartfeelwhatavoidlifewillbewhenthelastpartingshallsucceed，assucceeditmust，thefirst。ButViolahadanewcompanion；shewasenjoyingthatmostdeliciousnoveltywhicheverrenewstheyouthanddazzlestheeyesofwoman。Asthemistress——thewife——sheleansonanother；fromanotherarereflectedherhappiness，herbeing，——asanorbthattakeslightfromitssun。Butnow，inturn，asthemother，sheisraisedfromdependenceintopower；itisanotherthatleansonher，——astarhassprungintospace，towhichsheherselfhasbecomethesun!
　　Afewdays，——buttheywillbesweetthroughthesorrow!Afewdays，——everyhourofwhichseemsaneratotheinfant，overwhombendwatchfultheeyesandtheheart。Fromitswakingtoitssleep，fromitssleeptoitswaking，isarevolutioninTime。
　　Everygesturetobenoted，——everysmiletoseemanewprogressintotheworldithascometobless!Zanonihasgone，——thelastdashoftheoarislost，thelastspeckofthegondolahasvanishedfromtheocean-streetsofVenice!Herinfantissleepinginthecradleatthemother'sfeet；andshethinksthroughhertearswhattalesofthefairy-land，thatspreadsfarandwide，withathousandwonders，inthatnarrowbed，sheshallhavetotellthefather!Smileon，weepon，youngmother!
　　Alreadythefairestleafinthewildvolumeisclosedforthee，andtheinvisiblefingerturnsthepage!……
　　BythebridgeoftheRialtostoodtwoVenetians——ardentRepublicansandDemocrats——lookingtotheRevolutionofFranceastheearthquakewhichmustshattertheirownexpiringandviciousconstitution，andgiveequalityofranksandrightstoVenice。
　　"Yes，Cottalto，"saidone；"mycorrespondentofParishaspromisedtoeludeallobstacles，andbafflealldanger。Hewillarrangewithusthehourofrevolt，whenthelegionsofFranceshallbewithinhearingofourguns。Onedayinthisweek，atthishour，heistomeetmehere。Thisisbutthefourthday。"
　　Hehadscarcesaidthesewordsbeforeaman，wrappedinhisroquelaire，emergingfromoneofthenarrowstreetstotheleft，haltedoppositethepair，andeyingthemforafewmomentswithanearnestscrutiny，whispered，"Salut!"
　　"Etfraternite，"answeredthespeaker。
　　"You，then，arethebraveDandolowithwhomtheComitedeputedmetocorrespond？Andthiscitizen——"
　　"IsCottalto，whommylettershavesooftenmentioned。"IknownotiftheauthoroftheoriginalMSS。designs，underthesenames，tointroducetherealCottaltoandthetrueDandolo，who，in1797，distinguishedthemselvesbytheirsympathywiththeFrench，andtheirdemocraticardor——Ed。
　　"Healthandbrotherhoodtohim!Ihavemuchtoimparttoyouboth。Iwillmeetyouatnight，Dandolo。Butinthestreetswemaybeobserved。"