"Thepoorandvirtuouspeople，"murmuredRobespierre。
　　"Andeven，"continuedPayan，"ifourdesignattheFetefailus，wemustnotshrinkfromtheresourcesstillatourcommand。
　　Reflect!Henriot，thegeneraloftheParisianarmy，furnishesyouwithtroopstoarrest；theJacobinClubwithapublictoapprove；inexorableDumaswithjudgeswhoneveracquit。Wemustbebold!"
　　"AndweAREbold，"exclaimedRobespierre，withsuddenpassion，andstrikinghishandonthetableasherose，withhiscresterect，asaserpentintheacttostrike。"Inseeingthemultitudeofvicesthattherevolutionarytorrentmingleswithcivicvirtues，Itrembletobesulliedintheeyesofposteritybytheimpureneighbourhoodoftheseperversemenwhothrustthemselvesamongthesinceredefendersofhumanity。What!——theythinktodividethecountrylikeabooty!Ithankthemfortheirhatredtoallthatisvirtuousandworthy!Thesemen，"——andhegraspedthelistofPayaninhishand，——"these!——notWE——havedrawnthelineofdemarcationbetweenthemselvesandtheloversofFrance!"
　　"True，wemustreignalone!"mutteredPayan；"inotherwords，thestateneedsunityofwill；"working，withhisstrongpracticalmind，thecorollaryfromthelogicofhisword-compellingcolleague。
　　"IwillgototheConvention，"continuedRobespierre。"Ihaveabsentedmyselftoolong，——lestImightseemtooverawetheRepublicthatIhavecreated。Awaywithsuchscruples!Iwillpreparethepeople!Iwillblastthetraitorswithalook!"
　　Hespokewiththeterriblefirmnessoftheoratorthathadneverfailed，——ofthemoralwillthatmarchedlikeawarrioronthecannon。Atthatinstanthewasinterrupted；aletterwasbroughttohim:heopenedit，——hisfacefell，heshookfromlimbtolimb；itwasoneoftheanonymouswarningsbywhichthehateandrevengeofthoseyetleftalivetothreatentorturedthedeath-
　　giver。
　　"Thouartsmeared，"ranthelines，"withthebestbloodofFrance。Readthysentence!Iawaitthehourwhenthepeopleshallknelltheetothedoomsman。Ifmyhopedeceiveme，ifdeferredtoolong，——hearken，read!Thishand，whichthineeyesshallsearchinvaintodiscover，shallpiercethyheart。Iseetheeeveryday，——Iamwiththeeeveryday。Ateachhourmyarmrisesagainstthybreast。Wretch!liveyetawhile，thoughbutforfewandmiserabledays——livetothinkofme；sleeptodreamofme!Thyterrorandthythoughtofmearetheheraldsofthydoom。Adieu!thisdayitselfIgoforthtoriotonthyfears!"
　　See"PapiersineditstrouveschezRobespierre，"etc。，volumeii。
　　page155。No。lx。
　　"Yourlistsarenotfullenough!"saidthetyrant，withahollowvoice，asthepaperdroppedfromhistremblinghand。"Givethemtome!——givethemtome!Thinkagain，thinkagain!Barrereisright——right!'Frappons!iln'yaquelesmortsquinerevientpas!'"
　　CHAPTER7。II。
　　Lahaine，dansceslieux，n'aqu'unglaiveassassin。
　　Ellemarchedansl'ombre。
　　LaHarpe，"JeannedeNaples，"Activ。sc。1。
　　Hate，intheseregions，hasbuttheswordoftheassassin。Shemovesintheshade。
　　WhilesuchthedesignsandfearsofMaximilienRobespierre，commondanger，commonhatred，whateverwasyetleftofmercyorofvirtueintheagentsoftheRevolution，servedtounitestrangeoppositesinhostilitytotheuniversaldeath-dealer。
　　Therewas，indeed，anactualconspiracyatworkagainsthimamongmenlittlelessbespatteredthanhimselfwithinnocentblood。
　　Butthatconspiracywouldhavebeenidleofitself，despitetheabilitiesofTallienandBarrastheonlymenwhomitcomprised，worthy，byforesightandenergy，thenamesof"leaders"。ThesureanddestroyingelementsthatgatheredroundthetyrantwereTimeandNature；theone，whichhenolongersuited；theother，whichhehadoutragedandstirredupinthehumanbreast。ThemostatrociouspartyoftheRevolution，thefollowersofHebert，gonetohislastaccount，thebutcher-atheists，who，indesecratingheavenandearth，stillarrogatedinviolablesanctitytothemselves，wereequallyenragedattheexecutionoftheirfilthychief，andtheproclamationofaSupremeBeing。Thepopulace，brutalasithadbeen，startedasfromadreamofblood，whentheirhugeidol，Danton，nolongerfilledthestageofterror，renderingcrimepopularbythatcombinationofcarelessfranknessandeloquentenergywhichendearstheirheroestotheherd。TheglaiveoftheguillotinehadturnedagainstTHEMSELVES。Theyhadyelledandshouted，andsunganddanced，whenthevenerableage，orthegallantyouth，ofaristocracyorletters，passedbytheirstreetsinthedismaltumbrils；buttheyshutuptheirshops，andmurmuredtoeachother，whentheirownorderwasinvaded，andtailorsandcobblers，andjourneymenandlabourers，werehuddledofftotheembracesofthe"HolyMotherGuillotine，"withaslittleceremonyasiftheyhadbeentheMontmorenciesortheLaTremouilles，theMalesherbesortheLavoisiers。"Atthistime，"saidCouthon，justly，"LesombresdeDanton，d'Hebert，deChaumette，sepromenentparminous!"TheshadesofDanton，Hebert，andChaumettewalkamongstus。
　　Amongthosewhohadsharedthedoctrines，andwhonowdreadedthefateoftheatheistHebert，wasthepainter，JeanNicot。
　　Mortifiedandenragedtofindthat，bythedeathofhispatron，hiscareerwasclosed；andthat，inthezenithoftheRevolutionforwhichhehadlaboured，hewaslurkingincavesandcellars，morepoor，moreobscure，moredespicablethanhehadbeenatthecommencement，——notdaringtoexerciseevenhisart，andfearfuleveryhourthathisnamewouldswellthelistsofthecondemned，——hewasnaturallyoneofthebitterestenemiesofRobespierreandhisgovernment。HeheldsecretmeetingswithCollotd'Herbois，whowasanimatedbythesamespirit；andwiththecreepingandfurtivecraftthatcharacterisedhisabilities，hecontrived，undetected，todisseminatetractsandinvectivesagainsttheDictator，andtoprepare，amidst"thepoorandvirtuouspeople，"thetrainforthegrandexplosion。Butstillsofirmtotheeyes，evenofprofounderpoliticiansthanJeanNicot，appearedthesullenpoweroftheincorruptibleMaximilien；
　　sotimorouswasthemovementagainsthim，——thatNicot，incommonwithmanyothers，placedhishopesratherinthedaggeroftheassassinthantherevoltofthemultitude。ButNicot，thoughnotactuallyacoward，shrunkhimselffrombravingthefateofthemartyr；hehadsenseenoughtoseethat，thoughallpartiesmightrejoiceintheassassination，allpartieswouldprobablyconcurinbeheadingtheassassin。HehadnotthevirtuetobecomeaBrutus。Hisobjectwastoinspireaproxy-Brutus；andinthecentreofthatinflammablepopulationthiswasnoimprobablehope。
　　Amongstthoseloudestandsternestagainstthereignofblood；
　　amongstthosemostdisenchantedoftheRevolution；amongstthosemostappalledbyitsexcesses，——was，asmightbeexpected，theEnglishman，ClarenceGlyndon。Thewitandaccomplishments，theuncertainvirtuesthathadlightedwithfitfulgleamsthemindofCamilleDesmoulins，hadfascinatedGlyndonmorethanthequalitiesofanyotheragentintheRevolution。AndwhenforCamilleDesmoulinshadaheart，whichseemeddeadordormantinmostofhiscontemporariesthatvividchildofgeniusandoferror，shockedatthemassacreoftheGirondins，andrepentantofhisowneffortsagainstthem，begantorousetheserpentmaliceofRobespierrebynewdoctrinesofmercyandtoleration，Glyndonespousedhisviewswithhiswholestrengthandsoul。CamilleDesmoulinsperished，andGlyndon，hopelessatonceofhisownlifeandthecauseofhumanity，fromthattimesoughtonlytheoccasionofflightfromthedevouringGolgotha。Hehadtwolivestoheedbesideshisown；forthemhetrembled，andforthemheschemedandplottedthemeansofescape。ThoughGlyndonhatedtheprinciples，thepartyNoneweremoreopposedtotheHebertiststhanCamilleDesmoulinsandhisfriends。Itiscuriousandamusingtoseetheseleadersofthemob，callingthemob"thepeople"oneday，andthe"canaille"thenext，accordingasitsuitsthem。"Iknow，"saysCamille，"thattheytheHebertistshaveallthecanaillewiththem。"——Ilsonttoutelacanaillepoureux。，andthevicesofNicot，heyetextendedtothepainter'spenurythemeansofsubsistence；andJeanNicot，inreturn，designedtoexaltGlyndontothatveryimmortalityofaBrutusfromwhichhemodestlyrecoiledhimself。Hefoundedhisdesignsonthephysicalcourage，onthewildandunsettledfanciesoftheEnglishartist，andonthevehementhateandindignantloathingwithwhichheopenlyregardedthegovernmentofMaximilien。
　　Atthesamehour，onthesamedayinJuly，inwhichRobespierreconferredaswehaveseenwithhisallies，twopersonswereseatedinasmallroominoneofthestreetsleadingoutoftheRueSt。Honore；theone，aman，appearedlisteningimpatiently，andwithasullenbrow，tohiscompanion，awomanofsingularbeauty，butwithaboldandrecklessexpression，andherfaceasshespokewasanimatedbythepassionsofahalf-savageandvehementnature。
　　"Englishman，"saidthewoman，"beware!——youknowthat，whetherinflightorattheplaceofdeath，Iwouldbravealltobebyyourside，——youknowTHAT!Speak!"
　　"Well，Fillide；didIeverdoubtyourfidelity？"
　　"Doubtityoucannot，——betrayityoumay。Youtellmethatinflightyoumusthaveacompanionbesidesmyself，andthatcompanionisafemale。Itshallnotbe!"
　　"Shallnot!"
　　"Itshallnot!"repeatedFillide，firmly，andfoldingherarmsacrossherbreast。BeforeGlyndoncouldreply，aslightknockatthedoorwasheard，andNicotopenedthelatchandentered。
　　Fillidesankintoherchair，and，leaningherfaceonherhands，appearedunheedingoftheintruderandtheconversationthatensued。
　　"Icannotbidtheegood-day，Glyndon，"saidNicot，asinhissans-culottefashionhestrodetowardstheartist，hisraggedhatonhishead，hishandsinhispockets，andthebeardofaweek'sgrowthuponhischin，——"Icannotbidtheegood-day；forwhilethetyrantlives，eviliseverysunthatshedsitsbeamsonFrance。"
　　"Itistrue；whatthen？Wehavesownthewind，wemustreapthewhirlwind。"
　　"Andyet，"saidNicot，apparentlynotheedingthereply，andasifmusinglytohimself，"itisstrangetothinkthatthebutcherisasmortalasthebutchered；thathislifehangsonasslightathread；thatbetweenthecuticleandtheheartthereisasshortapassage，——that，inshort，oneblowcanfreeFranceandredeemmankind!"
　　Glyndonsurveyedthespeakerwithacarelessandhaughtyscorn，andmadenoanswer。
　　"And，"proceededNicot，"Ihavesometimeslookedroundforthemanbornforthisdestiny，andwheneverIhavedoneso，mystepshaveledmehither!"
　　"ShouldtheynotratherhaveledtheetothesideofMaximilienRobespierre？"saidGlyndon，withasneer。
　　"No，"returnedNicot，coldly，——"no；forIama'suspect:'I
　　couldnotmixwithhistrain；Icouldnotapproachwithinahundredyardsofhisperson，butIshouldbeseized；YOU，asyet，aresafe。Hearme!"——andhisvoicebecameearnestandexpressive，——"hearme!Thereseemsdangerinthisaction；thereisnone。IhavebeenwithCollotd'HerboisandBilaud-Varennes；
　　theywillholdhimharmlesswhostrikestheblow；thepopulacewouldruntothysupport；theConventionwouldhailtheeastheirdeliverer，the——"
　　"Hold，man!Howdarestthoucouplemynamewiththeactofanassassin？Letthetocsinsoundfromyondertower，toawarbetweenHumanityandtheTyrant，andIwillnotbethelastinthefield；butlibertyneveryetacknowledgedadefenderinafelon。"
　　TherewassomethingsobraveandnobleinGlyndon'svoice，mien，andmanner，ashethusspoke，thatNicotatoncewassilenced；atoncehesawthathehadmisjudgedtheman。
　　"No，"saidFillide，liftingherfacefromherhands，——"no!yourfriendhasawiserschemeinpreparation；hewouldleaveyouwolvestomangleeachother。Heisright；but——"
　　"Flight!"exclaimedNicot；"isitpossible？Flight；how？——when？——
　　bywhatmeans？AllFrancebegirtwithspiesandguards!
　　Flight!wouldtoHeavenitwereinourpower!"
　　"Dostthou，too，desiretoescapetheblessedRevolution？"
　　"Desire!Oh!"criedNicot，suddenly，and，fallingdown，heclaspedGlyndon'sknees，——"oh，savemewiththyself!Mylifeisatorture；everymomenttheguillotinefrownsbeforeme。Iknowthatmyhoursarenumbered；Iknowthatthetyrantwaitsbuthistimetowritemynameinhisinexorablelist；IknowthatReneDumas，thejudgewhoneverpardons，has，fromthefirst，resolveduponmydeath。Oh，Glyndon，byouroldfriendship，byourcommonart，bythyloyalEnglishfaithandgoodEnglishheart，letmesharethyflight!"
　　"Ifthouwilt，sobeit。"
　　"Thanks!——mywholelifeshallthankthee。Buthowhastthoupreparedthemeans，thepassports，thedisguise，the——"
　　"Iwilltellthee。ThouknowestC——，oftheConvention，——hehaspower，andheiscovetous。'Qu'onmemeprise，pourvuquejedine'Letthemdespiseme，providedthatIdine。，saidhe，whenreproachedforhisavarice。"
　　"Well？"
　　"Bythehelpofthissturdyrepublican，whohasfriendsenoughintheComite，Ihaveobtainedthemeansnecessaryforflight；I
　　havepurchasedthem。ForaconsiderationIcanprocurethypassportalso。"
　　"Thyriches，then，arenotinassignats？"
　　"No；Ihavegoldenoughforusall。"
　　AndhereGlyndon，beckoningNicotintothenextroom，firstbrieflyandrapidlydetailedtohimtheplanproposed，andthedisguisestobeassumedconformablytothepassports，andthenadded，"InreturnfortheserviceIrenderthee，grantmeonefavour，whichIthinkisinthypower。ThourememberestViolaPisani？"
　　"Ah，——remember，yes!——andtheloverwithwhomshefled。"
　　"AndFROMwhomsheisafugitivenow。"
　　"Indeed——what!——Iunderstand。Sacrebleu!butyouarealuckyfellow，cherconfrere。"
　　"Silence，man!withthyeternalprateofbrotherhoodandvirtue，thouseemestnevertobelieveinonekindlyaction，oronevirtuousthought!"
　　Nicotbithislip，andrepliedsullenly，"Experienceisagreatundeceiver。Humph!WhatservicecanIdotheewithregardtotheItalian？"
　　"Ihavebeenaccessorytoherarrivalinthiscityofsnaresandpitfalls。Icannotleaveheraloneamidstdangersfromwhichneitherinnocencenorobscurityisasafeguard。InyourblessedRepublic，agoodandunsuspectedcitizen，whocastsadesireonanywoman，maidorwife，hasbuttosay，'Bemine，orIdenounceyou!'Inaword，Violamustshareourflight。"
　　"Whatsoeasy？Iseeyourpassportsprovideforher。"
　　"Whatsoeasy？Whatsodifficult？ThisFillide——wouldthatI
　　hadneverseenher!——wouldthatIhadneverenslavedmysoultomysenses!Theloveofanuneducated，violent，unprincipledwoman，openswithaheaven，tomergeinahell!SheisjealousasalltheFuries；shewillnothearofafemalecompanion；andwhenoncesheseesthebeautyofViola!——Itrembletothinkofit。Sheiscapableofanyexcessinthestormofherpassions。"
　　"Aha，Iknowwhatsuchwomenare!Mywife，BeatriceSacchini，whomItookfromNaples，whenIfailedwiththisveryViola，divorcedmewhenmymoneyfailed，and，asthemistressofajudge，passesmeinhercarriagewhileIcrawlthroughthestreets。Plagueonher!——butpatience，patience!suchisthelotofvirtue。WouldIwereRobespierreforaday!"
　　"Ceasethesetirades!"exclaimedGlyndon，impatiently；"andtothepoint。Whatwouldyouadvise？"
　　"LeaveyourFillidebehind。"
　　"Leavehertoherownignorance；leaveherunprotectedevenbythemind；leaveherintheSaturnaliaofRapeandMurder？No!I
　　havesinnedagainstheronce。Butcomewhatmay，Iwillnotsobaselydesertonewho，withallhererrors，trustedherfatetomylove。"
　　"YoudesertedheratMarseilles。"
　　"True；butIleftherinsafety，andIdidnotthenbelieveherlovetobesodeepandfaithful。Ilefthergold，andIimaginedshewouldbeeasilyconsoled；butsinceTHENWEHAVEKNOWNDANGER
　　TOGETHER!Andnowtoleaveheralonetothatdangerwhichshewouldneverhaveincurredbutfordevotiontome!——no，thatisimpossible。Aprojectoccurstome。Canstthounotsaythatthouhastasister，arelative，orabenefactress，whomthouwouldstsave？Canwenot——tillwehaveleftFrance——makeFillidebelievethatViolaisoneinwhomTHOUonlyartinterested；andwhom，forthysakeonly，Ipermittoshareinourescape？"
　　"Ha，wellthoughtof!——certainly!"
　　"IwillthenappeartoyieldtoFillide'swishes，andresigntheproject，whichshesoresents，ofsavingtheinnocentobjectofherfranticjealousy。You，meanwhile，shallyourselfentreatFillidetointercedewithmetoextendthemeansofescapeto——"
　　"ToaladysheknowsIhavenosisterwhohasaidedmeinmydistress。Yes，Iwillmanageall，neverfear。Onewordmore，——
　　whathasbecomeofthatZanoni？"
　　"Talknotofhim，——Iknownot。"
　　"Doeshelovethisgirlstill？"
　　"Itwouldseemso。Sheishiswife，themotherofhisinfant，whoiswithher。"
　　"Wife!——mother!Helovesher。Aha!Andwhy——"
　　"Noquestionsnow。IwillgoandprepareViolafortheflight；
　　you，meanwhile，returntoFillide。"
　　"ButtheaddressoftheNeapolitan？ItisnecessaryIshouldknow，lestFillideinquire。"
　　"RueM——T——，No。27。Adieu。"
　　Glyndonseizedhishatandhastenedfromthehouse。
　　Nicot，leftalone，seemedforafewmomentsburiedinthought。
　　"Oho，"hemutteredtohimself，"canInotturnallthistomyaccount？CanInotavengemyselfonthee，Zanoni，asIhavesooftensworn，——throughthywifeandchild？CanInotpossessmyselfofthygold，thypassports，andthyFillide，hotEnglishman，whowouldsthumblemewiththyloathedbenefits，andwhohastchuckedmethinealmsastoabeggar？AndFillide，I
　　loveher:andthygold，IloveTHATmore!Puppets，Imoveyourstrings!"
　　HepassedslowlyintothechamberwhereFillideyetsat，withgloomythoughtonherbrowandtearsstandinginherdarkeyes。
　　Shelookedupeagerlyasthedooropened，andturnedfromtheruggedfaceofNicotwithanimpatientmovementofdisappointment。
　　"Glyndon，"saidthepainter，drawingachairtoFillide's，"hasleftmetoenlivenyoursolitude，fairItalian。HeisnotjealousoftheuglyNicot!——ha，ha!——yetNicotlovedtheewellonce，whenhisfortunesweremorefair。Butenoughofsuchpastfollies。"
　　"Yourfriend，then，hasleftthehouse。Whither？Ah，youlookaway；youfalter，——youcannotmeetmyeyes!Speak!Iimplore，I
　　commandthee，speak!"
　　"Enfant!Andwhatdostthoufear？"
　　"FEAR!——yes，alas，Ifear!"saidtheItalian；andherwholeframeseemedtoshrinkintoitselfasshefelloncemorebackintoherseat。
　　Then，afterapause，shetossedthelonghairfromhereyes，and，startingupabruptly，pacedtheroomwithdisorderedstrides。AtlengthshestoppedoppositetoNicot，laidherhandonhisarm，drewhimtowardsanescritoire，whichsheunlocked，and，openingawell，pointedtothegoldthatlaywithin，andsaid，"Thouartpoor，——thoulovestmoney；takewhatthouwilt，butundeceiveme。
　　Whoisthiswomanwhomthyfriendvisits，——anddoesheloveher？"
　　Nicot'seyessparkled，andhishandsopenedandclenched，andclenchedandopened，ashegazeduponthecoins。Butreluctantlyresistingtheimpulse，hesaid，withanaffectedbitterness，"Thinkestthoutobribeme？——ifso，itcannotbewithgold。Butwhatifhedoeslovearival；whatifhebetraysthee；whatif，weariedbythyjealousies，hedesignsinhisflighttoleavetheebehind，——wouldsuchknowledgemaketheehappier？"
　　"Yes!"exclaimedtheItalian，fiercely；"yes，foritwouldbehappinesstohateandtobeavenged!Oh，thouknowestnothowsweetishatredtothosewhohavereallyloved!"
　　"Butwiltthouswear，ifIrevealtotheethesecret，thatthouwiltnotbetrayme，——thatthouwiltnotfall，aswomendo，intoweaktearsandfondreproaches，whenthybetrayerreturns？"
　　"Tears，reproaches!Revengehidesitselfinsmiles!"
　　"Thouartabravecreature!"saidNicot，almostadmiringly。"Oneconditionmore:thyloverdesignstoflywithhisnewlove，toleavetheetothyfate；ifIprovethistothee，andifIgivetheerevengeagainstthyrival，wiltthouflywithme？Ilovethee!——Iwillwedthee!"
　　Fillide'seyesflashedfire；shelookedathimwithunutterabledisdain，andwassilent。
　　Nicotfelthehadgonetoofar；andwiththatknowledgeoftheevilpartofournaturewhichhisownheartandassociationwithcrimehadtaughthim，heresolvedtotrusttheresttothepassionsoftheItalian，whenraisedtotheheighttowhichhewaspreparedtoleadthem。
　　"Pardonme，"hesaid；"mylovemademetoopresumptuous；andyetitisonlythatlove，——mysympathyforthee，beautifulandbetrayed，thatcaninducemetowrong，withmyrevelations，onewhomIhaveregardedasabrother。IcandependuponthineoathtoconcealallfromGlyndon？"
　　"Onmyoathandmywrongsandmymountainblood!"
　　"Enough!getthyhatandmantle，andfollowme。"
　　AsFillidelefttheroom，Nicot'seyesagainrestedonthegold；
　　itwasmuch，——muchmorethanhehaddaredtohopefor；andashepeeredintothewellandopenedthedrawers，heperceivedapacketoflettersinthewell-knownhandofCamilleDesmoulins。
　　Heseized——heopenedthepacket；hislooksbrightenedasheglancedoverafewsentences。"ThiswouldgivefiftyGlyndonstotheguillotine!"hemuttered，andthrustthepacketintohisbosom。
　　Oartist!——Ohauntedone!——Oerringgenius!——beholdthetwoworstfoes，——theFalseIdealthatknowsnoGod，andtheFalseLovethatburnsfromthecorruptionofthesenses，andtakesnolustrefromthesoul!
　　CHAPTER7。III。
　　LiebesonntdasReichderNacht。
　　"DerTriumphderLiebe。"
　　LoveillumestherealmofNight。
　　LetterfromZanonitoMejnour。
　　Paris。
　　Dostthourememberintheoldtime，whentheBeautifulyetdweltinGreece，howwetwo，inthevastAthenianTheatre，witnessedthebirthofWordsasundyingasourselves？Dostthourememberthethrillofterrorthatranthroughthatmightyaudience，whenthewildCassandraburstfromherawfulsilencetoshriektoherrelentlessgod!Howghastly，attheentranceoftheHouseofAtreus，abouttobecomehertomb，rangoutherexclamationsofforebodingwoe:"Dwellingabhorredofheaven!——humanshamble-
　　houseandfloorblood-bespattered!"Aesch。"Agam。"1098。Dostthourememberhow，amidstthebreathlessaweofthoseassembledthousands，Idrewclosetothee，andwhispered，"Verily，noprophetlikethepoet!Thissceneoffabledhorrorcomestomeasadream，shadowingforthsomelikenessinmyownremoterfuture!"AsIenterthisslaughter-housethatscenereturnstome，andIhearkentothevoiceofCassandraringinginmyears。
　　Asolemnandwarningdreadgathersroundme，asifItoowerecometofindagrave，and"theNetofHades"hadalreadyentangledmeinitsweb!Whatdarktreasure-housesofvicissitudeandwoeareourmemoriesbecome!Whatourlives，butthechroniclesofunrelentingdeath!ItseemstomeasyesterdaywhenIstoodinthestreetsofthiscityoftheGaul，astheyshonewithplumedchivalry，andtheairrustledwithsilkenbraveries。YoungLouis，themonarchandthelover，wasvictoroftheTournamentattheCarousel；andallFrancefeltherselfsplendidinthesplendourofhergorgeouschief!Nowthereisneitherthronenoraltar；andwhatisintheirstead？Iseeityonder——theGUILLOTINE!Itisdismaltostandamidsttheruinsofmoulderingcities，tostartletheserpentandthelizardamidstthewrecksofPersepolisandThebes；butmoredismalstilltostandasI——thestrangerfromEmpiresthathaveceasedtobe——
　　standnowamidsttheyetghastlierruinsofLawandOrder，theshatteringofmankindthemselves!Yethere，evenhere，Love，theBeautifier，thathathledmysteps，canwalkwithunshrinkinghopethroughthewildernessofDeath。Strangeisthepassionthatmakesaworldinitself，thatindividualisestheOneamidsttheMultitude；that，throughallthechangesofmysolemnlife，yetsurvives，thoughambitionandhateandangeraredead；theonesolitaryangel，hoveringoverauniverseoftombsonitstwotremulousandhumanwings，——HopeandFear!
　　Howisit，Mejnour，that，asmydivinerartabandonedme，——as，inmysearchforViola，Iwasaidedbutbytheordinaryinstinctsofthemerestmortal，——howisitthatIhaveneverdesponded，thatI
　　havefeltineverydifficultytheprevailingpresciencethatweshouldmeetatlast？Socruellywaseveryvestigeofherflightconcealedfromme，——sosuddenly，sosecretlyhadshefled，thatallthespies，alltheauthoritiesofVenice，couldgivemenoclew。AllItalyIsearchedinvain!HeryounghomeatNaples!——
　　howstill，initshumblechambers，thereseemedtolingerthefragranceofherpresence!Allthesublimestsecretsofourlorefailedme，——failedtobringhersoulvisibletomine；yetmorningandnight，thouloneandchildlessone，morningandnight，detachedfrommyself，Icancommunewithmychild!Thereinthatmostblessed，typical，andmysteriousofallrelations，NatureherselfappearstosupplywhatSciencewouldrefuse。Spacecannotseparatethefather'swatchfulsoulfromthecradleofhisfirst-born!Iknownotofitsresting-placeandhome，——myvisionspicturenottheland，——onlythesmallandtenderlifetowhichallspaceisasyettheheritage!Fortotheinfant，beforereasondawns，——beforeman'sbadpassionscandimtheessencethatittakesfromtheelementithathleft，thereisnopeculiarcountry，nonativecity，andnomortallanguage。Itssoulasyetisthedenizenofallairsandofeveryworld；andinspaceitssoulmeetswithmine，——thechildcommuneswiththefather!Cruelandforsakingone，——thouforwhomIleftthewisdomofthespheres；thouwhosefataldowerhasbeentheweaknessandterrorsofhumanity，——couldstthouthinkthatyoungsoullesssafeonearthbecauseIwouldleaditevermoreuptoheaven!DidstthouthinkthatIcouldhavewrongedmineown？
　　DidstthounotknowthatinitsserenesteyesthelifethatI
　　gaveitspoketowarn，toupbraidthemotherwhowouldbindittothedarknessandpangsoftheprison-houseofclay？DidstthounotfeelthatitwasIwho，permittedbytheHeavens，shieldeditfromsufferinganddisease？Andinitswondrousbeauty，I
　　blessedtheholymediumthroughwhich，atlast，myspiritmightconferwiththine!
　　AndhowhaveItrackedthemhither？IlearnedthatthypupilhadbeenatVenice。IcouldnottracetheyoungandgentleneophyteofParthenopeinthedescriptionofthehaggardandsavagevisitorwhohadcometoViolabeforeshefled；butwhenIwouldhavesummonedhisIDEAbeforeme，itrefusedtoobey；andIknewthenthathisfatehadbecomeentwinedwithViola's。Ihavetrackedhim，then，tothisLazarHouse。Iarrivedbutyesterday；
　　Ihavenotyetdiscoveredhim……
　　Ihavejustreturnedfromtheircourtsofjustice，——denswheretigersarraigntheirprey。IfindnotwhomIwouldseek。Theyaresavedasyet；butIrecogniseinthecrimesofmortalsthedarkwisdomoftheEverlasting。Mejnour，Iseehere，forthefirsttime，howmajesticandbeauteousathingisdeath!Ofwhatsublimevirtueswerobbedourselves，when，inthethirstforvirtue，weattainedtheartbywhichwecanrefusetodie!Wheninsomehappyclime，wheretobreatheistoenjoy，thecharnel-
　　houseswallowsuptheyoungandfair；wheninthenoblepursuitofknowledge，Deathcomestothestudent，andshutsouttheenchantedlandwhichwasopeningtohisgaze，——hownaturalforustodesiretolive；hownaturaltomakeperpetuallifethefirstobjectofresearch!Buthere，frommytoweroftime，lookingoverthedarksomepast，andintothestarryfuture，Ilearnhowgreatheartsfeelwhatsweetnessandglorythereistodieforthethingstheylove!Isawafathersacrificinghimselfforhisson；hewassubjectedtochargeswhichawordofhiscoulddispel，——hewasmistakenforhisboy。Withwhatjoyheseizedtheerror，confessedthenoblecrimesofvalourandfidelitywhichthesonhadindeedcommitted，andwenttothedoom，exultingthathisdeathsavedthelifehehadgiven，notinvain!
　　Isawwomen，young，delicate，inthebloomoftheirbeauty；theyhadvowedthemselvestothecloister。Handssmearedwiththebloodofsaintsopenedthegatethathadshutthemfromtheworld，andbadethemgoforth，forgettheirvows，forsweartheDivineonethesedemonswoulddepose，findloversandhelpmates，andbefree。Andsomeoftheseyoungheartshadloved，andeven，thoughinstruggles，lovedyet。Didtheyforswearthevow？Didtheyabandonthefaith？Didevenloveallurethem？Mejnour，withonevoice，theypreferredtodie。Andwhencecomesthiscourage？——becausesuchHEARTSLIVEINSOMEMOREABSTRACTAND
　　HOLIERLIFETHANTHEIROWN。BUTTOLIVEFOREVERUPONTHISEARTH
　　ISTOLIVEINNOTHINGDIVINERTHANOURSELVES。Yes，evenamidstthisgorybutcherdom，God，theEver-living，vindicatestomanthesanctityofHisservant，Death!……
　　AgainIhaveseentheeinspirit；Ihaveseenandblessedthee，mysweetchild!Dostthounotknowmealsointhydreams？Dostthounotfeelthebeatingofmyheartthroughtheveilofthyrosyslumbers？DostthounothearthewingsofthebrighterbeingsthatIyetcanconjurearoundthee，towatch，tonourish，andtosave？Andwhenthespellfadesatthywaking，whenthineeyesopentotheday，willtheynotlookroundforme，andaskthymother，withtheirmuteeloquence，"Whyshehasrobbedtheeofafather？"
　　Woman，dostthounotrepentthee？Flyingfromimaginaryfears，hastthounotcometotheverylairofterror，whereDangersitsvisibleandincarnate？Oh，ifwecouldbutmeet，wouldstthounotfalluponthebosomthouhastsowronged，andfeel，poorwandereramidstthestorms，asifthouhadstregainedtheshelter？Mejnour，stillmyresearchesfailme。Iminglewithallmen，eventheirjudgesandtheirspies，butIcannotyetgaintheclew。Iknowthatsheishere。Iknowitbyaninstinct；
　　thebreathofmychildseemswarmerandmorefamiliar。
　　Theypeeratmewithvenomouslooks，asIpassthroughtheirstreets。WithaglanceIdisarmtheirmalice，andfascinatethebasilisks。EverywhereIseethetrackandscentthepresenceoftheGhostlyOnethatdwellsontheThreshold，andwhosevictimsarethesoulsthatwouldASPIRE，andcanonlyFEAR。Iseeitsdimshapelessnessgoingbeforethemenofblood，andmarshallingtheirway。Robespierrepassedmewithhisfurtivestep。Thoseeyesofhorrorweregnawingintohisheart。Ilookeddownupontheirsenate；thegrimPhantomsatcoweringonitsfloor。
　　IthathtakenupitsabodeinthecityofDread。Andwhatintrutharethesewould-bebuildersofanewworld？Likethestudentswhohavevainlystruggledafteroursupremescience，theyhaveattemptedwhatisbeyondtheirpower；theyhavepassedfromthissolidearthofusagesandformsintothelandofshadow，anditsloathsomekeeperhasseizedthemasitsprey。Ilookedintothetyrant'sshudderingsoul，asittrembledpastme。There，amidsttheruinsofathousandsystemswhichaimedatvirtue，satCrime，andshiveredatitsdesolation。YetthismanistheonlyThinker，theonlyAspirant，amongstthemall。Hestilllooksforafutureofpeaceandmercy，tobegin，——ay!atwhatdate？Whenhehassweptawayeveryfoe。Fool!newfoesspringfromeverydropofblood。LedbytheeyesoftheUnutterable，heiswalkingtohisdoom。
　　OViola，thyinnocenceprotectsthee!Thouwhomthesweethumanitiesofloveshutoutevenfromthedreamsofaerialandspiritualbeauty，makingthyheartauniverseofvisionsfairerthanthewandererovertherosyHesperuscansurvey，——shallnotthesamepureaffectionencompassthee，evenhere，withacharmedatmosphere，andterroritselffallharmlessonalifetooinnocentforwisdom？
　　CHAPTER7。IV。
　　Ombrapiuchedinotte，incuidiluceRaggiomistonone；……
　　Nepiuilpalagioappar，nepiulesueVestigia；nedirpuossi——egliquifue。
　　"Ger。Lib。，cantoxvi-lxix。
　　Darknessgreaterthanofnight，inwhichnotarayoflightismixed；……Thepalaceappearsnomore:notevenavestige，——norcanonesaythatithasbeen。
　　Theclubsarenoisywithclamorousfrenzy；theleadersaregrimwithschemes。BlackHenriotflieshereandthere，mutteringtohisarmedtroops，"Robespierre，yourbeloved，isindanger!"
　　Robespierrestalksperturbed，hislistofvictimsswellingeveryhour。Tallien，theMacdufftothedoomedMacbeth，iswhisperingcouragetohispaleconspirators。Alongthestreetsheavilyrollthetumbrils。Theshopsareclosed，——thepeoplearegorgedwithgore，andwilllapnomore。Andnightafternight，totheeightytheatresflockthechildrenoftheRevolution，tolaughatthequipsofcomedy，andweepgentletearsoverimaginarywoes!
　　Inasmallchamber，intheheartofthecity，sitsthemother，watchingoverherchild。Itisquiet，happynoon；thesunlight，brokenbythetallroofsinthenarrowstreet，comesyetthroughtheopencasement，theimpartialplayfellowoftheair，gleesomealikeintempleandprison，hallandhovel；asgoldenandasblithe，whetheritlaughoverthefirsthouroflife，orquiverinitsgaydelightontheterrorandagonyofthelast!Thechild，whereitlayatthefeetofViola，stretchedoutitsdimpledhandsasiftoclaspthedancingmotesthatrevelledinthebeam。Themotherturnedhereyesfromtheglory；itsaddenedheryetmore。Sheturnedandsighed。
　　IsthisthesameViolawhobloomedfairerthantheirownIdaliaundertheskiesofGreece？Howchanged!Howpaleandworn!Shesatlistlessly，herarmsdroppingonherknee；thesmilethatwashabitualtoherlipswasgone。Aheavy，dulldespondency，asifthelifeoflifewerenomore，seemedtoweighdownheryouth，andmakeitwearyofthathappysun!Intruth，herexistencehadlanguishedawaysinceithadwandered，assomemelancholystream，fromthesourcethatfedit。Thesuddenenthusiasmoffearorsuperstitionthathadalmost，asifstillintheunconsciousmovementsofadream，ledhertoflyfromZanoni，hadceasedfromthedaywhichdawneduponherinaforeignland。Then——there——
　　shefeltthatinthesmileshehadevermoreabandonedlivedherlife。Shedidnotrepent，——shewouldnothaverecalledtheimpulsethatwingedherflight。Thoughtheenthusiasmwasgone，thesuperstitionyetremained；shestillbelievedshehadsavedherchildfromthatdarkandguiltysorcery，concerningwhichthetraditionsofalllandsareprodigal，butinnonedotheyfindsuchcredulity，orexcitesuchdread，asintheSouthofItaly。
　　ThisimpressionwasconfirmedbythemysteriousconversationsofGlyndon，andbyherownperceptionofthefearfulchangethathadpassedoveronewhorepresentedhimselfasthevictimoftheenchanters。Shedidnot，therefore，repent；butherveryvolitionseemedgone。
　　OntheirarrivalatParis，Violasawhercompanion——thefaithfulwife——nomore。Erethreeweekswerepassed，husbandandwifehadceasedtolive。
　　Andnow，forthefirsttime，thedrudgeriesofthishardearthclaimedthebeautifulNeapolitan。Inthatprofession，givingvoiceandshapetopoetryandsong，inwhichherfirstyearswerepassed，thereis，whileitlasts，anexcitementintheartthatliftsitfromthelabourofacalling。Hoveringbetweentwolives，theRealandIdeal，dwellsthelifeofmusicandthestage。ButthatlifewaslostevermoretotheidoloftheeyesandearsofNaples。Liftedtothehigherrealmofpassionatelove，itseemedasifthefictitiousgeniuswhichrepresentsthethoughtsofotherswasmergedinthegeniusthatgrowsallthoughtitself。IthadbeentheworstinfidelitytotheLost，tohavedescendedagaintoliveontheapplauseofothers。Andso——
　　forshewouldnotacceptalmsfromGlyndon——so，bythecommonestarts，thehumblestindustrywhichthesexknows，aloneandunseen，shewhohadsleptonthebreastofZanonifoundashelterfortheirchild。Aswhen，inthenobleverseprefixedtothischapter，Armidaherselfhasdestroyedherenchantedpalace，——notavestigeofthatbower，raisedofoldbyPoetryandLove，remainedtosay，"Ithadbeen!"
　　Andthechildavengedthefather；itbloomed，itthrived，——itwaxedstronginthelightoflife。Butstillitseemedhauntedandpreservedbysomeotherbeingthanherown。Initssleeptherewasthatslumber，sodeepandrigid，whichathunderboltcouldnothavedisturbed；andinsuchsleepoftenitmoveditsarms，astoembracetheair:oftenitslipsstirredwithmurmuredsoundsofindistinctaffection，——NOTFORHER；andallthewhileuponitscheeksahueofsuchcelestialbloom，uponitslipsasmileofsuchmysteriousjoy!Then，whenitwaked，itseyesdidnotturnfirsttoHER，——wistful，earnest，wandering，theyrovedaround，tofixonherpaleface，atlast，inmutesorrowandreproach。
　　NeverhadViolafeltbeforehowmightywasherloveforZanoni；
　　howthought，feeling，heart，soul，life，——alllaycrushedanddormantintheicyabsencetowhichshehaddoomedherself!Sheheardnottheroarwithout，shefeltnotoneamidstthosestormymillions，——worldsofexcitementlabouringthrougheveryhour。
　　OnlywhenGlyndon，haggard，wan，andspectre-like，glidedin，dayafterday，tovisither，didthefairdaughterofthecarelessSouthknowhowheavyanduniversalwastheDeath-Airthatgirtherround。Sublimeinherpassiveunconsciousness，——hermechaniclife，——shesat，andfearednot，inthedenoftheBeastsofPrey。
　　Thedooroftheroomopenedabruptly，andGlyndonentered。Hismannerwasmoreagitatedthanusual。
　　"Isityou，Clarence？"shesaidinhersoft，languidtones。"YouarebeforethehourIexpectedyou。"
　　"WhocancountonhishoursatParis？"returnedGlyndon，withafrightfulsmile。"IsitnotenoughthatIamhere!Yourapathyinthemidstofthesesorrowsappallsme。Yousaycalmly，'Farewell；'calmlyyoubidme，'Welcome!'——asifineverycornertherewasnotaspy，andasifwitheverydaytherewasnotamassacre!"
　　"Pardonme!Butinthesewallsliesmyworld。Icanhardlycreditallthetalesyoutellme。Everythinghere，saveTHAT，"
　　andshepointedtotheinfant，"seemsalreadysolifeless，thatinthetombitselfonecouldscarcelylessheedthecrimesthataredonewithout。"
　　Glyndonpausedforafewmoments，andgazedwithstrangeandmingledfeelingsuponthatfaceandform，stillsoyoung，andyetsoinvestedwiththatsaddestofallrepose，——whentheheartfeelsold。
　　"OViola，"saidhe，atlast，andinavoiceofsuppressedpassion，"wasitthusIeverthoughttoseeyou，——everthoughttofeelforyou，whenwetwofirstmetinthegayhauntsofNaples？
　　Ah，whythendidyourefusemylove；orwhywasminenotworthyofyou？Nay，shrinknot!——letmetouchyourhand。Nopassionsosweetasthatyouthfullovecanreturntomeagain。Ifeelforyoubutasabrotherforsomeyoungerandlonelysister。Withyou，inyourpresence，sadthoughitbe，Iseemtobreathebackthepurerairofmyearlylife。Herealone，exceptinscenesofturbulenceandtempest，thePhantomceasestopursueme。I
　　forgeteventheDeaththatstalksbehind，andhauntsmeasmyshadow。Butbetterdaysmaybeinstoreforusyet。Viola，IatlastbegindimlytoperceivehowtobaffleandsubduethePhantomthathascursedmylife，——itistobrave，anddefyit。Insinandinriot，asIhavetoldthee，ithauntsmenot。ButI
　　comprehendnowwhatMejnoursaidinhisdarkapothegms，'thatI
　　shoulddreadthespectremostWHENUNSEEN。'Invirtuousandcalmresolutionitappears，——ay，Ibeholditnow；there，there，withitslivideyes!"——andthedropsfellfromhisbrow。"Butitshallnolongerdauntmefromthatresolution。Ifaceit，anditgraduallydarkensbackintotheshade。"Hepaused，andhiseyesdweltwithaterribleexultationuponthesunlitspace；then，withaheavyanddeep-drawnbreath，heresumed，"Viola，Ihavefoundthemeansofescape。Wewillleavethiscity。Insomeotherlandwewillendeavourtocomforteachother，andforgetthepast。"
　　"No，"saidViola，calmly；"Ihavenofurtherwishtostir，tillI
　　ambornhencetothelastresting-place。Idreamedofhimlastnight，Clarence!——dreamedofhimforthefirsttimesinceweparted；and，donotmockme，methoughtthatheforgavethedeserter，andcalledme'Wife。'Thatdreamhallowstheroom。
　　PerhapsitwillvisitmeagainbeforeIdie。"
　　"Talknotofhim，——ofthedemi-fiend!"criedGlyndon，fiercely，andstampinghisfoot。"ThanktheHeavensforanyfatethathathrescuedtheefromhim!"
　　"Hush!"saidViola，gravely。Andasshewasabouttoproceed，hereyefelluponthechild。Itwasstandingintheverycentreofthatslantingcolumnoflightwhichthesunpouredintothechamber；andtheraysseemedtosurrounditasahalo，andsettled，crown-like，onthegoldofitsshininghair。Initssmallshape，soexquisitelymodelled，initslarge，steady，tranquileyes，therewassomethingthatawed，whileitcharmedthemother'spride。ItgazedonGlyndonashespoke，withalookwhichalmostmighthaveseemeddisdain，andwhichViola，atleast，interpretedasadefenceoftheAbsent，strongerthanherownlipscouldframe。
　　Glyndonbrokethepause。
　　"Thouwouldststay，forwhat？Tobetrayamother'sduty!Ifanyevilhappentotheehere，whatbecomesofthineinfant？Shallitbebroughtupanorphan，inacountrythathasdesecratedthyreligion，andwherehumancharityexistsnomore？Ah，weep，andclaspittothybosom；buttearsdonotprotectandsave。"
　　"Thouhastconquered，myfriend，Iwillflywiththee。"
　　"To-morrownight，then，beprepared。Iwillbringtheethenecessarydisguises。"
　　AndGlyndonthenproceededtosketchrapidlytheoutlineofthepaththeyweretotake，andthestorytheyweretotell。Violalistened，butscarcelycomprehended；hepressedherhandtohisheartanddeparted。
　　CHAPTER7。V。
　　VansecopurancoSdegnoedAmor，quasidueVeltrialfianco。
　　"Ger。Lib。"cant。xx。cxvii。
　　TherewentwithhimstillDisdainandLove，liketwogreyhoundssidebyside。
　　Glyndondidnotperceive，ashehurriedfromthehouse，twoformscrouchingbytheangleofthewall。Hesawstillthespectreglidingbyhisside；buthebeheldnottheyetmorepoisonouseyesofhumanenvyandwoman'sjealousythatglaredonhisretreatingfootsteps。
　　Nicotadvancedtothehouse；Fillidefollowedhiminsilence。
　　Thepainter，anoldsans-culotte，knewwellwhatlanguagetoassumetotheporter。Hebeckonedthelatterfromhislodge，"Howisthis，citizen？Thouharbouresta'suspect。'"
　　"Citizen，youterrifyme!——ifso，namehim。"
　　"Itisnotaman；arefugee，anItalianwoman，lodgeshere。"
　　"Yes，autroisieme，——thedoortotheleft。Butwhatofher？——shecannotbedangerous，poorchild!"
　　"Citizen，beware!Dostthoudaretopityher？"
　　"I？No，no，indeed。But——"
　　"Speakthetruth!Whovisitsher？"
　　"NoonebutanEnglishman。"
　　"Thatisit，——anEnglishman，aspyofPittandCoburg。"
　　"JustHeaven!isitpossible？"
　　"How，citizen!dostthouspeakofHeaven？Thoumustbeanaristocrat!"
　　"No，indeed；itwasbutanoldbadhabit，andescapedmeunawares。"
　　"HowoftendoestheEnglishmanvisither？"
　　"Daily。"
　　Fillideutteredanexclamation。
　　Sheneverstirsout，"saidtheporter。"Hersoleoccupationsareinwork，andcareofherinfant。"
　　"Herinfant!"
　　Fillidemadeaboundforward。Nicotinvainendeavouredtoarresther。Shesprangupthestairs；shepausednottillshewasbeforethedoorindicatedbytheporter；itstoodajar，sheentered，shestoodatthethreshold，andbeheldthatface，stillsolovely!Thesightofsomuchbeautyleftherhopeless。Andthechild，overwhomthemotherbent!——shewhohadneverbeenamother!——sheutterednosound；thefurieswereatworkwithinherbreast。Violaturned，andsawher，and，terrifiedbythestrangeapparition，withfeaturesthatexpressedthedeadliesthateandscornandvengeance，utteredacry，andsnatchedthechildtoherbosom。TheItalianlaughedaloud，——turned，descended，and，gainingthespotwhereNicotstillconversedwiththefrightenedporterdrewhimfromthehouse。Whentheywereintheopenstreet，shehaltedabruptly，andsaid，"Avengeme，andnamethyprice!"
　　"Myprice，sweetone!isbutpermissiontolovethee。Thouwiltflywithmeto-morrownight；thouwiltpossessthyselfofthepassportsandtheplan。"
　　"Andthey——"
　　"Shall，beforethen，findtheirasylumintheConciergerie。Theguillotineshallrequitethywrongs。"
　　"Dothis，andIamsatisfied，"saidFillide，firmly。
　　Andtheyspokenomoretilltheyregainedthehouse。Butwhenshethere，lookinguptothedullbuilding，sawthewindowsoftheroomwhichthebeliefofGlyndon'slovehadoncemadeaparadise，thetigerrelentedattheheart；somethingofthewomangushedbackuponhernature，darkandsavageasitwas。Shepressedthearmonwhichsheleanedconvulsively，andexclaimed，"No，no!nothim!denounceher，——letherperish；butIhavesleptonHISbosom，——notHIM!"