lightofheaven；oneveryleafinthenumberlessforests，ineverydropoftheunmeasuredseas，hesurveyeditsseparateandswarmingworld；farup，inthefarthestblue，hesaworbuponorbripeningintoshape，andplanetsstartingfromthecentralfire，toruntheirdayoftenthousandyears。ForeverywhereincreationisthebreathoftheCreator，andineveryspotwherethebreathbreathesislife!Andalone，inthedistance，thelonelymanbeheldhisMagianbrother。There，atworkwithhisnumbersandhisCabala，amidstthewrecksofRome，passionlessandcalm，satinhiscellthemysticMejnour，——livingon，livingeverwhiletheworldlasts，indifferentwhetherhisknowledgeproduceswealorwoe；amechanicalagentofamoretenderandawiserwill，thatguideseveryspringtoitsinscrutabledesigns。
　　Livingon，——livingever，——assciencethatcaresaloneforknowledge，andhaltsnottoconsiderhowknowledgeadvanceshappiness；howHumanImprovement，rushingthroughcivilisation，crushesinitsmarchallwhocannotgrappletoitswheels"YoucolonisethelandsofthesavagewiththeAnglo-Saxon，——youcivilisethatportionofTHEEARTH；butistheSAVAGEcivilised？
　　Heisexterminated!Youaccumulatemachinery，——youincreasethetotalofwealth；butwhatbecomesofthelabouryoudisplace？
　　Onegenerationissacrificedtothenext。Youdiffuseknowledge，——andtheworldseemstogrowbrighter；butDiscontentatPovertyreplacesIgnorance，happywithitscrust。Everyimprovement，everyadvancementincivilisation，injuressome，tobenefitothers，andeithercherishesthewantofto-day，orpreparestherevolutionofto-morrow。"——StephenMontague。；ever，withitsCabalaanditsnumber，livesontochange，initsbloodlessmovements，thefaceofthehabitableworld!
　　And，"Oh，farewelltolife!"murmuredthegloriousdreamer。
　　"Sweet，Olife!hastthoubeentome。Howfathomlessthyjoys，——
　　howrapturouslyhasmysoulboundedforthupontheupwardpaths!
　　TohimwhoforeverrenewshisyouthintheclearfountofNature，howexquisiteisthemerehappinessTOBE!Farewell，yelampsofheaven，andyemilliontribes，thePopulaceofAir。Notamoteinthebeam，notanherbonthemountain，notapebbleontheshore，notaseedfar-blownintothewilderness，butcontributedtothelorethatsoughtinallthetrueprincipleoflife，theBeautiful，theJoyous，theImmortal。Toothers，aland，acity，ahearth，hasbeenahome；MYhomehasbeenwherevertheintellectcouldpierce，orthespiritcouldbreathetheair。"
　　Hepaused，andthroughtheimmeasurablespacehiseyesandhisheart，penetratingthedismaldungeon，restedonhischild。Hesawitslumberinginthearmsofthepalemother，andHISsoulspoketothesleepingsoul。"Forgiveme，ifmydesirewassin；I
　　dreamedtohaverearedandnurturedtheetothedivinestdestiniesmyvisionscouldforesee。Betimes，asthemortalpartwas###第23章
　　strengthenedagainstdisease，tohavepurifiedthespiritualfromeverysin；tohaveledthee，heavenuponheaven，throughtheholyecstasieswhichmakeuptheexistenceoftheordersthatdwellonhigh；tohaveformed，fromthysublimeaffections，thepureandever-livingcommunicationbetweenthymotherandmyself。
　　Thedreamwasbutadream——itisnomore!Insightmyselfofthegrave，Ifeel，atlast，thatthroughtheportalsofthegraveliesthetrueinitiationintotheholyandthewise。BeyondthoseportalsIawaityeboth，belovedpilgrims!"
　　FromhisnumbersandhisCabala，inhiscell，amidstthewrecksofRome，Mejnour，startled，lookedup，andthroughthespirit，feltthatthespiritofhisdistantfriendaddressedhim。
　　"Faretheewellforeveruponthisearth!Thylastcompanionforsakesthyside。Thineagesurvivestheyouthofall；andtheFinalDayshallfindtheestillthecontemplatorofourtombs。I
　　gowithmyfreewillintothelandofdarkness；butnewsunsandsystemsblazearoundusfromthegrave。IgowherethesoulsofthoseforwhomIresigntheclayshallbemyco-matesthrougheternalyouth。AtlastIrecognisethetrueordealandtherealvictory。Mejnour，castdownthyelixir；laybythyloadofyears!Whereverthesoulcanwander，theEternalSoulofallthingsprotectsitstill!"
　　CHAPTER7。XV。
　　Ilneveulentplusperdreunmomentd'unenuitsiprecieuse。
　　Lacretelle，tom。xii。
　　Theywouldnotloseanothermomentofsopreciousanight。
　　Itwaslatethatnight，andRene-FrancoisDumas，PresidentoftheRevolutionaryTribunal，hadre-enteredhiscabinet，onhisreturnfromtheJacobinClub。Withhimweretwomenwhomightbesaidtorepresent，theonethemoral，theotherthephysicalforceoftheReignofTerror:Fouquier-Tinville，thePublicAccuser，andFrancoisHenriot，theGeneraloftheParisianNationalGuard。
　　Thisformidabletriumviratewereassembledtodebateontheproceedingsofthenextday；andthethreesister-witchesovertheirhellishcaldronwerescarcelyanimatedbyamorefiend-likespirit，orengagedinmoreexecrabledesigns，thanthesethreeheroesoftheRevolutionintheirpremeditatedmassacreofthemorrow。
　　Dumaswasbutlittlealteredinappearancesince，intheearlierpartofthisnarrative，hewaspresentedtothereader，exceptthathismannerwassomewhatmoreshortandsevere，andhiseyeyetmorerestless。Butheseemedalmostasuperiorbeingbythesideofhisassociates。ReneDumas，bornofrespectableparents，andwelleducated，despitehisferocity，wasnotwithoutacertainrefinement，whichperhapsrenderedhimthemoreacceptabletothepreciseandformalRobespierre。Dumaswasabeauinhisway。Hisgala-dresswasaBLOOD-REDCOAT，withthefinestruffles。ButHenriothadbeenalackey，athief，aspyofthepolice；hehaddrunkthebloodofMadamedeLamballe，andhadrisentohispresentrankfornoqualitybuthisruffianism；
　　andFouquier-Tinville，thesonofaprovincialagriculturist，andafterwardsaclerkattheBureauofthePolice，waslittlelessbaseinhismanners，andyetmore，fromacertainloathsomebuffoonery，revoltinginhisspeech，——bull-headed，withblack，sleekhair，withanarrowandlividforehead，withsmalleyes，thattwinkledwithasinistermalice；stronglyandcoarselybuilt，helookedwhathewas，theaudaciousbullyofalawlessandrelentlessBar。
　　Dumastrimmedthecandles，andbentoverthelistofthevictimsforthemorrow。
　　"Itisalongcatalogue，"saidthepresident；"eightytrialsforoneday!AndRobespierre'sorderstodespatchthewholefourneeareunequivocal。"
　　"Pooh!"saidFouquier，withacoarse，loudlaugh；"wemusttrythemenmasse。Iknowhowtodealwithourjury。'Jepense，citoyens，quevousetesconvaincusducrimedesaccuses？'I
　　think，citizens，thatyouareconvincedofthecrimeoftheaccused。Ha!ha!——thelongerthelist，theshorterthework。"
　　"Oh，yes，"growledoutHenriot，withanoath，——asusual，half-
　　drunk，andlollingonhischair，withhisspurredheelsonthetable，——"littleTinvilleisthemanfordespatch。"
　　"CitizenHenriot，"saidDumas，gravely，"permitmetorequesttheetoselectanotherfootstool；andfortherest，letmewarntheethatto-morrowisacriticalandimportantday；onethatwilldecidethefateofFrance。"
　　"AfigforlittleFrance!ViveleVertueuxRobespierre，laColonnedelaRepublique!LonglifetothevirtuousRobespierre，thepillaroftheRepublic!Plagueonthistalking；itisdrywork。Hastthounoeaudevieinthatlittlecupboard？"
　　DumasandFouquierexchangedlooksofdisgust。Dumasshruggedhisshoulders，andreplied，——
　　"Itistoguardtheeagainsteaudevie，CitizenGeneralHenriot，thatIhaverequestedtheetomeetmehere。Listenifthoucanst!"
　　"Oh，talkaway!thymetieristotalk，minetofightandtodrink。"
　　"To-morrow，Itelltheethen，thepopulacewillbeabroad；allfactionswillbeastir。Itisprobableenoughthattheywillevenseektoarrestourtumbrilsontheirwaytotheguillotine。
　　Havethymenarmedandready；keepthestreetsclear；cutdownwithoutmercywhomsoevermayobstructtheways。"
　　"Iunderstand，"saidHenriot，strikinghisswordsoloudlythatDumashalf-startedattheclank，——"BlackHenriotisno'Indulgent。'"
　　"Looktoit，then，citizen，——looktoit!Andharkthee，"headded，withagraveandsombrebrow，"ifthouwouldstkeepthineownheadonthyshoulders，bewareoftheeaudevie。"
　　"Myownhead!——sacremilletonnerres!DostthouthreatenthegeneraloftheParisianarmy？"
　　Dumas，likeRobespierre，apreciseatrabilious，andarrogantman，wasabouttoretort，whenthecraftierTinvillelaidhishandonhisarm，and，turningtothegeneral，said，"MydearHenriot，thydauntlessrepublicanism，whichistooreadytogiveoffence，mustlearntotakeareprimandfromtherepresentativeofRepublicanLaw。Seriously，moncher，thoumustbesoberforthenextthreeorfourdays；afterthecrisisisover，thouandIwilldrinkabottletogether。Come，Dumasrelaxthineausterity，andshakehandswithourfriend。Noquarrelsamongstourselves!"
　　Dumashesitated，andextendedhishand，whichtheruffianclasped；and，maudlintearssucceedinghisferocity，hehalf-
　　sobbed，half-hiccoughedforthhisprotestationsofcivismandhispromisesofsobriety。
　　"Well，wedependonthee，mongeneral，"saidDumas；"andnow，sinceweshallallhaveneedofvigourforto-morrow，gohomeandsleepsoundly。"
　　"Yes，Iforgivethee，Dumas，——Iforgivethee。Iamnotvindictive，——I!butstill，ifamanthreatensme；ifamaninsultsme——"and，withthequickchangesofintoxication，againhiseyesgleamedfirethroughtheirfoultears。WithsomedifficultyFouquiersucceededatlastinsoothingthebrute，andleadinghimfromthechamber。Butstill，assomewildbeastdisappointedofaprey，hegrowledandsnarledashisheavytreaddescendedthestairs。Atalltrooper，mounted，wasleadingHenriot'shorsetoandfrothestreets；andasthegeneralwaitedattheporchtillhisattendantturned，astrangerstationedbythewallaccostedhim:
　　"GeneralHenriot，Ihavedesiredtospeakwiththee。NexttoRobespierre，thouart，orshouldstbe，themostpowerfulmaninFrance。"
　　"Hem!——yes，Ioughttobe。Whatthen？——everymanhasnothisdeserts!"
　　"Hist!"saidthestranger；"thypayisscarcelysuitabletothyrankandthywants。"
　　"Thatistrue。"
　　"Eveninarevolution，amantakescareofhisfortunes!"
　　"Diable!speakout，citizen。"
　　"Ihaveathousandpiecesofgoldwithme，——theyarethine，ifthouwiltgrantmeonesmallfavour。"
　　"Citizen，Igrantit!"saidHenriot，wavinghishandmajestically。"Isittodenouncesomerascalwhohasoffendedthee？"
　　"No；itissimplythis:writethesewordstoPresidentDumas，'Admitthebearertothypresence；and，ifthoucanst，granthimtherequesthewillmaketothee，itwillbeaninestimableobligationtoFrancoisHenriot。'"Thestranger，ashespoke，placedpencilandtabletsintheshakinghandsofthesoldier。
　　"Andwhereisthegold？"
　　"Here。"
　　Withsomedifficulty，Henriotscrawledthewordsdictatedtohim，clutchedthegold，mountedhishorse，andwasgone。
　　MeanwhileFouquier，whenhehadclosedthedooruponHenriot，saidsharply，"Howcanstthoubesomadastoincensethatbrigand？KnowestthounotthatourlawsarenothingwithoutthephysicalforceoftheNationalGuard，andthatheistheirleader？"
　　"Iknowthis，thatRobespierremusthavebeenmadtoplacethatdrunkardattheirhead；andmarkmywords，Fouquier，ifthestrugglecome，itisthatman'sincapacityandcowardicethatwilldestroyus。Yes，thoumaystlivethyselftoaccusethybelovedRobespierre，andtoperishinhisfall。"
　　"Forallthat，wemustkeepwellwithHenriottillwecanfindtheoccasiontoseizeandbeheadhim。Tobesafe，wemustfawnonthosewhoarestillinpower；andfawnthemore，themorewewoulddeposethem。DonotthinkthisHenriot，whenhewakesto-
　　morrow，willforgetthythreats。Heisthemostrevengefulofhumanbeings。Thoumustsendandsoothehiminthemorning!"
　　"Right，"saidDumas，convinced。"Iwastoohasty；andnowI
　　thinkwehavenothingfurthertodo，sincewehavearrangedtomakeshortworkwithourfourneeofto-morrow。IseeinthelistaknaveIhavelongmarkedout，thoughhiscrimeonceprocuredmealegacy，——Nicot，theHebertist。"
　　"AndyoungAndreChenier，thepoet？Ah，Iforgot；webeheadedHIMto-day!Revolutionaryvirtueisatitsacme。Hisownbrotherabandonedhim。"Hisbrotherissaid，indeed，tohavecontributedtothecondemnationofthisvirtuousandillustriousperson。Hewasheardtocryaloud，"Simonfrereestcoupable，qu'ilperisse"Ifmybrotherbeculpable，lethimdie。Thisbrother，Marie-Joseph，alsoapoet，andtheauthorof"CharlesIX。，"socelebratedintheearlierdaysoftheRevolution，enjoyed，ofcourse，accordingtothewontedjusticeoftheworld，atriumphantcareer，andwasproclaimedintheChampdeMars"lepremierdepoetesFrancais，"atitleduetohismurderedbrother。
　　"Thereisaforeigner，——anItalianwomaninthelist；butIcanfindnochargemadeoutagainsther。"
　　"Allthesamewemustexecuteherforthesakeoftheroundnumber；eightysoundsbetterthanseventy-nine!"
　　HereahuissierbroughtapaperonwhichwaswrittentherequestofHenriot。
　　"Ah!thisisfortunate，"saidTinville，towhomDumaschuckedthescroll，——"granttheprayerbyallmeans；soatleastthatitdoesnotlessenourbead-roll。ButIwilldoHenriotthejusticetosaythatheneveraskstoletoff，buttoputon。Good-night!I
　　amwornout——myescortwaitsbelow。OnlyonsuchanoccasionwouldIventureforthinthestreetsatnight。"DuringthelatterpartoftheReignofTerror，Fouquierrarelystirredoutatnight，andneverwithoutanescort。IntheReignofTerrorthosemostterrifiedwereitskings。AndFouquier，withalongyawn，quittedtheroom。
　　"Admitthebearer!"saidDumas，who，witheredanddried，aslawyersinpracticemostlyare，seemedtorequireaslittlesleepashisparchments。
　　Thestrangerentered。
　　"Rene-FrancoisDumas，"saidhe，seatinghimselfoppositetothepresident，andmarkedlyadoptingtheplural，asifincontemptoftherevolutionaryjargon，"amidsttheexcitementandoccupationsofyourlaterlife，Iknownotifyoucanrememberthatwehavemetbefore？"
　　Thejudgescannedthefeaturesofhisvisitor，andapaleblushsettledonhissallowcheeks，"Yes，citizen，Iremember!"
　　"AndyourecallthewordsIthenuttered!Youspoketenderlyandphilanthropicallyofyourhorrorofcapitalexecutions；youexultedintheapproachingRevolutionastheterminationofallsanguinarypunishments；youquotedreverentlythesayingofMaximilienRobespierre，therisingstatesman，'Theexecutioneristheinventionofthetyrant:'andIreplied，thatwhileyouspoke，aforebodingseizedmethatweshouldmeetagainwhenyourideasofdeathandthephilosophyofrevolutionsmightbechanged!WasIright，CitizenRene-FrancoisDumas，PresidentoftheRevolutionaryTribunal？"
　　"Pooh!"saidDumas，withsomeconfusiononhisbrazenbrow，"I
　　spokethenasmenspeakwhohavenotacted。Revolutionsarenotmadewithrose-water!Buttrucetothegossipofthelong-ago。
　　Iremember，also，thatthoudidstthensavethelifeofmyrelation，anditwillpleasetheetolearnthathisintendedmurdererwillbeguillotinedto-morrow。"
　　"Thatconcernsyourself，——yourjusticeoryourrevenge。Permitmetheegotismtoremindyouthatyouthenpromisedthatifeveradayshouldcomewhenyoucouldserveme，yourlife——yes，thephrasewas，'yourheart'sblood'——wasatmybidding。Thinknot，austerejudge，thatIcometoaskaboonthatcanaffectyourself，——Icomebuttoaskaday'srespiteforanother!"
　　"Citizen，itisimpossible!IhavetheorderofRobespierrethatnotonelessthanthetotalonmylistmustundergotheirtrialforto-morrow。Asfortheverdict，thatrestswiththejury!"
　　"Idonotaskyoutodiminishthecatalogue。Listenstill!Inyourdeath-rollthereisthenameofanItalianwomanwhoseyouth，whosebeauty，andwhosefreedomnotonlyfromeverycrime，buteverytangiblecharge，willexciteonlycompassion，andnotterror。EvenYOUwouldtrembletopronouncehersentence。Itwillbedangerousonadaywhenthepopulacewillbeexcited，whenyourtumbrilsmaybearrested，toexposeyouthandinnocenceandbeautytothepityandcourageofarevoltedcrowd。"
　　Dumaslookedupandshrunkfromtheeyeofthestranger。
　　"Idonotdeny，citizen，thatthereisreasoninwhatthouurgest。Butmyordersarepositive。"
　　"Positiveonlyastothenumberofthevictims。Iofferyouasubstituteforthisone。IofferyoutheheadofamanwhoknowsalloftheveryconspiracywhichnowthreatensRobespierreandyourself，andcomparedwithoneclewtowhich，youwouldthinkeveneightyordinarylivesacheappurchase。"
　　"Thataltersthecase，"saidDumas，eagerly；"ifthoucanstdothis，onmyownresponsibilityIwillpostponethetrialoftheItalian。Nownametheproxy!"
　　"Youbeholdhim!"
　　"Thou!"exclaimedDumas，whileafearhecouldnotconcealbetrayeditselfthroughhissurprise。"Thou!——andthoucomesttomealoneatnight，toofferthyselftojustice。Ha!——thisisasnare。Tremble，fool!——thouartinmypower，andIcanhaveBOTH!"
　　"Youcan，"saidthestranger，withacalmsmileofdisdain；"butmylifeisvaluelesswithoutmyrevelations。Sitstill，I
　　commandyou，——hearme!"andthelightinthosedauntlesseyesspell-boundandawedthejudge。"YouwillremovemetotheConciergerie，——youwillfixmytrial，underthenameofZanoni，amidstyourfourneeofto-morrow。IfIdonotsatisfyyoubymyspeech，youholdthewomanIdietosaveasyourhostage。ItisbutthereprieveforherofasingledaythatIdemand。ThedayfollowingthemorrowIshallbedust，andyoumaywreakyourvengeanceonthelifethatremains。Tush!judgeandcondemnerofthousands，doyouhesitate，——doyouimaginethatthemanwhovoluntarilyoffershimselftodeathwillbedauntedintoutteringonesyllableatyourBaragainsthiswill？Haveyounothadexperienceenoughoftheinflexibilityofprideandcourage？
　　President，Iplacebeforeyoutheinkandimplements!Writetothejailerareprieveofonedayforthewomanwhoselifecanavailyounothing，andIwillbeartheordertomyownprison:
　　I，whocannowtellthismuchasanearnestofwhatIcancommunicate，——whileIspeak，yourownname，judge，isinalistofdeath。Icantellyoubywhosehanditiswrittendown；Icantellyouinwhatquartertolookfordanger；Icantellyoufromwhatcloud，inthisluridatmosphere，hangsthestormthatshallburstonRobespierreandhisreign!"
　　Dumasgrewpale；andhiseyesvainlysoughttoescapethemagneticgazethatoverpoweredandmasteredhim。Mechanically，andasifunderanagencynothisown，hewrotewhilethestrangerdictated。
　　"Well，"hesaidthen，forcingasmiletohislips，"IpromisedI
　　wouldserveyou；see，Iamfaithfultomyword。Isupposethatyouareoneofthosefoolsoffeeling，——thoseprofessorsofanti-
　　revolutionaryvirtue，ofwhomIhaveseennotafewbeforemyBar。Faugh!itsickensmetoseethosewhomakeameritofincivism，andperishtosavesomebadpatriot，becauseitisason，orafather，orawife，oradaughter，whoissaved。"
　　"IAMoneofthosefoolsoffeeling，"saidthestranger，rising。
　　"Youhavedivinedaright。"
　　"Andwiltthounot，inreturnformymercy，utterto-nighttherevelationsthouwouldstproclaimto-morrow？Come；andperhapsthoutoo——nay，thewomanalso——mayreceive，notreprieve，butpardon。"
　　"Beforeyourtribunal，andtherealone!NorwillIdeceiveyou，president。Myinformationmayavailyounot；andevenwhileI
　　showthecloud，theboltmayfall。"
　　"Tush!prophet，looktothyself!Go，madman，go。IknowtoowellthecontumaciousobstinacyoftheclasstowhichIsuspectthoubelongest，towastefurtherwords。Diable!butyegrowsoaccustomedtolookondeath，thatyeforgettherespectyeowetoit。Sincethouofferestmethyhead，Iacceptit。To-morrowthoumaystrepent；itwillbetoolate。"
　　"Ay，toolate，president!"echoedthecalmvisitor。
　　"But，remember，itisnotpardon，itisbutaday'sreprieve，I
　　havepromisedtothiswoman。Accordingasthoudostsatisfymeto-morrow，shelivesordies。Iamfrank，citizen；thyghostshallnothauntmeforwantoffaith。"
　　"ItisbutadaythatIhaveasked；therestIleavetojusticeandtoHeaven。Yourhuissierswaitbelow。"
　　CHAPTER7。XVI。
　　UnddenMordstahlseh'ichblinken；
　　UnddasMorderaugegluhn!
　　"Kassandra。"
　　AndIseethesteelofMurderglitter，AndtheeyeofMurderglow。
　　Violawasintheprisonthatopenednotbutforthosealreadycondemnedbeforeadjudged。SinceherexilefromZanoni，herveryintellecthadseemedparalysed。Allthatbeautifulexuberanceoffancywhich，ifnotthefruitofgenius，seemeditsblossoms；allthatgushofexquisitethoughtwhichZanonihadjustlytoldherflowedwithmysteriesandsubtletiesevernewtohim，thewiseone，——allweregone，annihilated；theblossomwithered，thefountdriedup。Fromsomethingalmostabovewomanhood，sheseemedlistlesslytosinkintosomethingbelowchildhood。Withtheinspirertheinspirationshadceased；and，indesertinglove，geniusalsowasleftbehind。
　　Shescarcelycomprehendedwhyshehadbeenthustornfromherhomeandthemechanismofherdulltasks。Shescarcelyknewwhatmeantthosekindlygroups，that，struckwithherexceedingloveliness，hadgatheredroundherintheprison，withmournfullooks，butwithwordsofcomfort。She，whohadhithertobeentaughttoabhorthosewhomLawcondemnsforcrime，wasamazedtohearthatbeingsthuscompassionateandtender，withcloudlessandloftybrows，withgallantandgentlemien，werecriminalsforwhomLawhadnopunishmentshortofdeath。Butthey，thesavages，gauntandmenacing，whohaddraggedherfromherhome，whohadattemptedtosnatchfromhertheinfantwhilesheclaspeditinherarms，andlaughedfiercescornathermute，quiveringlips，——THEYwerethechosencitizens，themenofvirtue，thefavouritesofPower，theministersofLaw!Suchthyblackcaprices，Othou，theever-shiftingandcalumnious，——HumanJudgment!
　　Asqualid，andyetagayworld，didtheprison-housesofthatdaypresent。There，asinthesepulchretowhichtheyled，allrankswerecastwithaneven-handedscorn。Andyetthere，thereverencethatcomesfromgreatemotionsrestoredNature'sfirstandimperishable，andmostlovely，andmostnobleLaw，——THE
　　INEQUALITYBETWEENMANANDMAN!There，placewasgivenbytheprisoners，whetherroyalistsorsans-culottes，toAge，toLearning，toRenown，toBeauty；andStrength，withitsowninbornchivalry，raisedintorankthehelplessandtheweak。TheironsinewsandtheHerculeanshouldersmadewayforthewomanandthechild；andthegracesofHumanity，lostelsewhere，soughttheirrefugeintheabodeofTerror。
　　"Andwherefore，mychild，dotheybringtheehither？"askedanold，grey-hairedpriest。
　　"Icannotguess。"
　　"Ah，ifyouknownotyouroffence，feartheworst!"
　　"Andmychild？"——fortheinfantwasstillsufferedtorestuponherbosom。
　　"Alas，youngmother，theywillsufferthychildtolive。'
　　"Andforthis，——anorphaninthedungeon!"murmuredtheaccusingheartofViola，——"haveIreservedhisoffspring!Zanoni，eveninthought，asknot——asknotwhatIhavedonewiththechildIborethee!"
　　Nightcame；thecrowdrushedtothegratetohearthemuster-
　　roll。Called，inthemockingjargonoftheday，"TheEveningGazette。"Hernamewaswiththedoomed。Andtheoldpriest，betterpreparedtodie，butreservedfromthedeath-list，laidhishandsonherhead，andblessedherwhilehewept。Sheheard，andwondered；butshedidnotweep。Withdowncasteyes，witharmsfoldedonherbosom，shebentsubmissivelytothecall。Butnowanothernamewasuttered；andaman，whohadpushedrudelypasthertogazeortolisten，shriekedoutahowlofdespairandrage。Sheturned，andtheireyesmet。Throughthedistanceoftimesherecognisedthathideousaspect。Nicot'sfacesettledbackintoitsdevilishsneer。"Atleast，gentleNeapolitan，theguillotinewilluniteus。Oh，weshallsleepwellourwedding-
　　night!"And，withalaugh，hestrodeawaythroughthecrowd，andvanishedintohislair……
　　Shewasplacedinhergloomycell，toawaitthemorrow。Butthechildwasstillsparedher；andshethoughtitseemedasifconsciousoftheawfulpresent。Intheirwaytotheprisonithadnotmoanedorwept。Ithadlookedwithitscleareyes，unshrinking，onthegleamingpikesandsavagebrowsofthehuissiers。Andnow，aloneinthedungeon，itputitsarmsroundherneck，andmurmureditsindistinctsounds，lowandsweetassomeunknownlanguageofconsolationandofheaven。Andofheavenitwas!——for，atthemurmur，theterrormeltedfromhersoul；upward，fromthedungeonandthedeath，——upward，wherethehappycherubimchantthemercyoftheAll-loving，whisperedthatcherub'svoice。Shefelluponherkneesandprayed。Thedespoilersofallthatbeautifiesandhallowslifehaddesecratedthealtar，anddeniedtheGod!——theyhadremovedfromthelasthouroftheirvictimsthePriest，theScripture，andtheCross!
　　ButFaithbuildsinthedungeonandthelazar-houseitssublimestshrines；andup，throughroofsofstone，thatshutouttheeyeofHeaven，ascendstheladderwheretheangelsglidetoandfro，——
　　PRAYER。
　　Andthere，intheverycellbesideherown，theatheistNicotsitsstolidamidstthedarkness，andhugsthethoughtofDanton，thatdeathisnothingness。"MademeureserabientotLENEANT"
　　Myabodewillsoonbenothingness，saidDantonbeforehisjudges。His，nospectacleofanappalledandperturbedconscience!Remorseistheechoofalostvirtue，andvirtueheneverknew。Hadhetoliveagain，hewouldlivethesame。Butmoreterriblethanthedeath-bedofabelievinganddespairingsinnerthatblankgloomofapathy，——thatcontemplationofthewormandtheratofthecharnel-house；thatgrimandloathsomeNOTHINGNESSwhich，forhiseye，fallslikeapallovertheuniverseoflife。Still，staringintospace，gnawinghislividlip，helooksuponthedarkness，convincedthatdarknessisforeverandforever!……
　　Place，there!place!Roomyetinyourcrowdedcells。Anotherhascometotheslaughter-house。
　　Asthejailer，lampinhand，usheredinthestranger，thelattertouchedhimandwhispered。Thestrangerdrewajewelfromhisfinger。Diantre，howthediamondflashedintherayofthelamp!
　　Valueeachheadofyoureightyatathousandfrancs，andthejewelismoreworththanall!Thejailerpaused，andthediamondlaughedinhisdazzledeyes。OthouCerberus，thouhastmasteredallelsethatseemshumaninthatfellemploy!Thouhastnopity，nolove，andnoremorse。ButAvaricesurvivestherest，andthefoulheart'smaster-serpentswallowsupthetribe。Ha!
　　ha!craftystranger，thouhastconquered!Theytreadthegloomycorridor；theyarriveatthedoorwherethejailerhasplacedthefatalmark，nowtobeerased，fortheprisonerwithinistobereprievedaday。Thekeygratesinthelock；thedooryawns，——
　　thestrangertakesthelampandenters。
　　CHAPTER7。XVII。TheSeventeenthandLast。
　　CosivinceGoffredo!
　　"Ger。Lib。"cant。xx-xliv。
　　ThusconqueredGodfrey。
　　AndViolawasinprayer。Sheheardnottheopeningofthedoor；
　　shesawnotthedarkshadowthatfellalongthefloor。HIS
　　power，HISartsweregone；butthemysteryandthespellknowntoHERsimpleheartdidnotdesertherinthehoursoftrialanddespair。WhenSciencefallsasafireworkfromtheskyitwouldinvade；whenGeniuswithersasaflowerinthebreathoftheicycharnel，——thehopeofachild-likesoulwrapstheairinlight，andtheinnocenceofunquestioningBeliefcoversthegravewithblossoms。
　　Inthefarthestcornerofthecellsheknelt；andtheinfant，asiftoimitatewhatitcouldnotcomprehend，bentitslittlelimbs，andboweditssmilingface，andkneltwithheralso，byherside。
　　Hestoodandgazeduponthemasthelightofthelampfellcalmlyontheirforms。Itfelloverthosecloudsofgoldenhair，dishevelled，parted，thrownbackfromtherapt，candidbrow；thedarkeyesraisedonhigh，where，throughthehumantears，alightasfromabovewasmirrored；thehandsclasped，thelipsapart，theformallanimateandholywiththesadserenityofinnocenceandthetouchinghumilityofwoman。Andheheardhervoice，thoughitscarcelyleftherlips:thelowvoicethattheheartspeaks，——loudenoughforGodtohear!
　　"Andifnevermoretoseehim，OFather!CanstThounotmakethelovethatwillnotdie，minister，evenbeyondthegrave，tohisearthlyfate？CanstThounotyetpermitit，asalivingspirit，tohoveroverhim，——aspiritfairerthanallhissciencecanconjure？Oh，whateverlotbeordainedtoeither，grant——eventhoughathousandagesmayrollbetweenus——grant，whenatlastpurifiedandregenerate，andfittedforthetransportofsuchreunion——grantthatwemaymeetoncemore!Andforhischild，——
　　itkneelstoTheefromthedungeonfloor!To-morrow，andwhosebreastshallcradleit；whosehandshallfeed；whoselipsshallprayforitswealbelowanditssoulhereafter!"Shepaused，——
　　hervoicechokedwithsobs。
　　"ThouViola!——thou，thyself。Hewhomthouhastdesertedisheretopreservethemothertothechild!"
　　Shestarted!——thoseaccents，tremulousasherown!Shestartedtoherfeet!——hewasthere，——inalltheprideofhisunwaningyouthandsuperhumanbeauty；there，inthehouseofdread，andinthehouroftravail；there，imageandpersonationofthelovethatcanpiercetheValleyoftheShadow，andcanglide，theunscathedwandererfromtheheaven，throughtheroaringabyssofhell!
　　Withacrynever，perhaps，heardbeforeinthatgloomyvault，——acryofdelightandrapture，shesprangforward，andfellathisfeet。
　　Hebentdowntoraiseher；butsheslidfromhisarms。Hecalledherbythefamiliarepithetsoftheoldendearment，andsheonlyansweredhimbysobs。Wildly，passionately，shekissedhishands，thehemofhisgarment，butvoicewasgone。
　　"Lookup，lookup!——Iamhere，——Iamheretosavethee!Wiltthoudenytomethysweetface？Truant，wouldstthouflymestill？"
　　"Flythee!"shesaid，atlast，andinabrokenvoice；"oh，ifmythoughtswrongedthee，——oh，ifmydream，thatawfuldream，deceived，——kneeldownwithme，andprayforourchild!"Thenspringingtoherfeetwithasuddenimpulse，shecaughtuptheinfant，and，placingitinhisarms，sobbedforth，withdeprecatingandhumbletones，"Notformysake，——notformine，didIabandonthee，but——"
　　"Hush!"saidZanoni；"Iknowallthethoughtsthatthyconfusedandstrugglingsensescanscarcelyanalysethemselves。Andseehow，withalook，thychildanswersthem!"
　　Andintruththefaceofthatstrangeinfantseemedradiantwithitssilentandunfathomablejoy。Itseemedasifitrecognisedthefather；itclung——itforceditselftohisbreast，andthere，nestling，turneditsbright，cleareyesuponViola，andsmiled。
　　"Prayformychild!"saidZanoni，mournfully。"ThethoughtsofsoulsthatwouldaspireasmineareAllPRAYER!"And，seatinghimselfbyherside，hebegantorevealtohersomeoftheholiersecretsofhisloftybeing。Hespokeofthesublimeandintensefaithfromwhichalonethedivinerknowledgecanarise，——thefaithwhich，seeingtheimmortaleverywhere，purifiesandexaltsthemortalthatbeholds，thegloriousambitionthatdwellsnotinthecabalsandcrimesofearth，butamidstthosesolemnwondersthatspeaknotofmen，butofGod；ofthatpowertoabstractthesoulfromtheclaywhichgivestotheeyeofthesoulitssubtlevision，andtothesoul'swingtheunlimitedrealm；ofthatpure，severe，anddaringinitiationfromwhichthemindemerges，asfromdeath，intoclearperceptionsofitskindredwiththeFather-Principlesoflifeandlight，sothatinitsownsenseoftheBeautifulitfindsitsjoy；intheserenityofitswill，itspower；initssympathywiththeyouthfulnessoftheInfiniteCreation，ofwhichitselfisanessenceandapart，thesecretsthatembalmtheveryclaywhichtheyconsecrate，andrenewthestrengthoflifewiththeambrosiaofmysteriousandcelestialsleep。Andwhilehespoke，Violalistened，breathless。Ifshecouldnotcomprehend，shenolongerdaredtodistrust。Shefeltthatinthatenthusiasm，self-deceivingornot，nofiendcouldlurk；andbyanintuition，ratherthananeffortofthereason，shesawbeforeher，likeastarryocean，thedepthandmysteriousbeautyofthesoulwhichherfearshadwronged。Yet，whenhesaidconcludinghisstrangeconfessionsthattothislifeWITHINlifeandABOVElifehehaddreamedtoraiseherown，thefearofhumanitycreptoverher，andhereadinhersilencehowvain，withallhisscience，wouldthedreamhavebeen。
　　Butnow，asheclosed，and，leaningonhisbreast，shefelttheclaspofhisprotectingarms，——when，inoneholykiss，thepastwasforgivenandthepresentlost，——thentherereturnedtoherthesweetandwarmhopesofthenaturallife，ofthelovingwoman。Hewascometosaveher!Sheaskednothow，——shebelieveditwithoutaquestion。Theyshouldbeatlastagainunited。Theywouldflyfarfromthosescenesofviolenceandblood。TheirhappyIonianisle，theirfearlesssolitudes，wouldoncemorereceivethem。Shelaughed，withachild'sjoy，asthispictureroseupamidstthegloomofthedungeon。Hermind，faithfultoitssweet，simpleinstincts，refusedtoreceivetheloftyimagesthatflittedconfusedlybyit，andsettledbacktoitshumanvisions，yetmorebaseless，oftheearthlyhappinessandthetranquilhome。
　　"Talknotnowtome，beloved，——talknotmorenowtomeofthepast!Thouarthere，——thouwiltsaveme；weshallliveyetthecommonhappylife，thatlifewiththeeishappinessandgloryenoughtome。Traverse，ifthouwilt，inthyprideofsoul，theuniverse；thyheartagainistheuniversetomine。IthoughtbutnowthatIwaspreparedtodie；Iseethee，touchthee，andagainIknowhowbeautifulathingislife!Seethroughthegratethestarsarefadingfromthesky；themorrowwillsoonbehere，——TheMORROWwhichwillopentheprisondoors!Thousayestthoucanstsaveme，——Iwillnotdoubtitnow。Oh，letusdwellnomoreincities!Ineverdoubtedtheeinourlovelyisle；nodreamshauntedmethere，exceptdreamsofjoyandbeauty；andthineeyesmadeyetmorebeautifulandjoyoustheworldinwaking。To-
　　morrow!——whydoyounotsmile？To-morrow，love!isnotTO-MORROW
　　ablessedword!Cruel!youwouldpunishmestill，thatyouwillnotsharemyjoy。Aha!seeourlittleone，howitlaughstomyeyes!IwilltalktoTHAT。Child，thyfatheriscomeback!"
　　Andtakingtheinfantinherarms，andseatingherselfatalittledistance，sherockedittoandfroonherbosom，andprattledtoit，andkisseditbetweeneveryword，andlaughedandweptbyfits，aseverandanonshecastoverhershoulderherplayful，mirthfulglanceuponthefathertowhomthosefadingstarssmiledsadlytheirlastfarewell。Howbeautifulsheseemedasshethussat，unconsciousofthefuture!Stillhalfachildherself，herchildlaughingtoherlaughter，——twosofttriflersonthebrinkofthegrave!Overherthroat，asshebent，fell，likeagoldencloud，herredundanthair；itcoveredhertreasurelikeaveiloflight，andthechild'slittlehandsputitasidefromtimetotime，tosmilethroughthepartedtresses，andthentocoveritsfaceandpeepandsmileagain。Itwerecrueltodampthatjoy，morecruelstilltoshareit。
　　"Viola，"saidZanoni，atlast，"dostthourememberthat，seatedbythecaveonthemoonlitbeach，inourbridalisle，thouoncedidstaskmeforthisamulet？——thecharmofasuperstitionlongvanishedfromtheworld，withthecreedtowhichitbelonged。Itisthelastrelicofmynativeland，andmymother，onherdeathbed，placeditroundmyneck。ItoldtheethenIwouldgiveittheeonthatdayWHENTHELAWSOFOURBEINGSHOULDBECOMETHE
　　SAME。"
　　"Irememberitwell。"
　　"To-morrowitshallbethine!"
　　"Ah，thatdearto-morrow!"And，gentlylayingdownherchild，——
　　foritsleptnow，——shethrewherselfonhisbreast，andpointedtothedawnthatbegangreylytocreepalongtheskies。
　　There，inthosehorror-breathingwalls，theday-starlookedthroughthedismalbarsuponthosethreebeings，inwhomwereconcentratedwhateverismosttenderinhumanties；whateverismostmysteriousinthecombinationsofthehumanmind；thesleepingInnocence；thetrustfulAffection，that，contentedwithatouch，abreath，canforeseenosorrow；thewearySciencethat，traversingallthesecretsofcreation，comesatlasttoDeathfortheirsolution，andstillclings，asitnearsthethreshold，tothebreastofLove。Thus，within，THEWITHIN，——adungeon；
　　without，theWITHOUT，——statelywithmartsandhalls，withpalacesandtemples；RevengeandTerror，attheirdarkschemesandcounter-schemes；toandfro，uponthetideoftheshiftingpassions，reeledthedestiniesofmenandnations；andhardathandthatday-star，waningintospace，lookedwithimpartialeyeonthechurchtowerandtheguillotine。Upspringstheblithesomemorn。Inyongardensthebirdsrenewtheirfamiliarsong。ThefishesaresportingthroughthefresheningwatersoftheSeine。Thegladnessofdivinenature，theroaranddissonanceofmortallife，awakeagain:thetraderunbarshiswindows；theflower-girlstroopgaylytotheirhaunts；busyfeetaretrampingtothedailydrudgeriesthatrevolutionswhichstrikedownkingsandkaisars，leavethesameCain'sheritagetotheboor；thewagonsgroanandreeltothemart；Tyranny，upbetimes，holdsitspallidlevee；Conspiracy，thathathnotslept，hearstheclock，andwhisperstoitsownheart，"Thehourdrawsnear。"Agroupgather，eager-eyed，roundthepurlieusoftheConventionHall；to-daydecidesthesovereigntyofFrance，——aboutthecourtsoftheTribunaltheircustomaryhumandstir。Nomatterwhatthehazardofthedie，orwhotheruler，thisdayeightyheadsshallfall!……
　　Andshesleptsosweetly。Weariedoutwithjoy，secureinthepresenceoftheeyesregained，shehadlaughedandweptherselftosleep；andstillinthatslumberthereseemedahappyconsciousnessthatthelovedwasby，——thelostwasfound。Forshesmiledandmurmuredtoherself，andbreathedhisnameoften，andstretchedoutherarms，andsighediftheytouchedhimnot。
　　Hegazeduponherashestoodapart，——withwhatemotionsitwerevaintosay。Shewouldwakenomoretohim；shecouldnotknowhowdearlythesafetyofthatsleepwaspurchased。Thatmorrowshehadsoyearnedfor，——ithadcomeatlast。HOWWOULDSHE
　　GREETTHEEVE？Amidstalltheexquisitehopeswithwhichloveandyouthcontemplatethefuture，hereyeshadclosed。Thosehopesstilllenttheiriris-colourstoherdreams。Shewouldwaketolive!To-morrow，andtheReignofTerrorwasnomore；
　　theprisongateswouldbeopened，——shewouldgoforth，withtheirchild，intothatsummer-worldoflight。AndHE？——heturned，andhiseyefelluponthechild；itwasbroadawake，andthatclear，serious，thoughtfullookwhichitmostlywore，watchedhimwithasolemnsteadiness。Hebentoverandkisseditslips。
　　"Nevermore，"hemurmured，"Oheritorofloveandgrief，——nevermorewiltthouseemeinthyvisions；nevermorewillthelightofthoseeyesbefedbycelestialcommune；nevermorecanmysoulguardfromthypillowthetroubleandthedisease。NotsuchasI
　　wouldhavevainlyshapedit，mustbethylot。Incommonwiththyrace，itmustbethinetosuffer，tostruggle，andtoerr。Butmildbethyhumantrials，andstrongbethyspirittoloveandtobelieve!Andthus，asIgazeuponthee，——thusmaymynaturebreatheintothineitslastandmostintensedesire；maymyloveforthymotherpasstothee，andinthylooksmayshehearmyspiritcomfortandconsoleher。Hark!theycome!Yes!Iawaityebothbeyondthegrave!"
　　Thedoorslowlyopened；thejailerappeared，andthroughtheaperturerushed，atthesameinstant，arayofsunlight:itstreamedoverthefair，hushedfaceofthehappysleeper，——itplayedlikeasmileuponthelipsofthechildthat，still，mute，andsteadfast，watchedthemovementsofitsfather。AtthatmomentViolamutteredinhersleep，"Thedayiscome，——thegatesareopen!Givemethyhand；wewillgoforth!Tosea，tosea!
　　Howthesunshineplaysuponthewaters!——tohome，belovedone，tohomeagain!"
　　"Citizen，thinehouriscome!"
　　"Hist!shesleeps!Amoment!There，itisdone!thankHeaven!——
　　andSTILLshesleeps!"Hewouldnotkiss，lestheshouldawakenher，butgentlyplacedroundhernecktheamuletthatwouldspeaktoher，hereafter，thefarewell，——andpromise，inthatfarewell，reunion!Heisatthethreshold，——heturnsagain，andagain。
　　Thedoorcloses!Heisgoneforever!
　　Shewokeatlast，——shegazedround。"Zanoni，itisday!"Noanswerbutthelowwailofherchild。MercifulHeaven!wasitthenalladream？Shetossedbackthelongtressesthatmustveilhersight；shefelttheamuletonherbosom，——itwasNO
　　dream!"OGod!andheisgone!"Shesprangtothedoor，——sheshriekedaloud。Thejailercomes。"Myhusband，mychild'sfather？"
　　"Heisgonebeforethee，woman!"
　　"Whither？Speak——speak!"
　　"Totheguillotine!"——andtheblackdoorclosedagain。
　　Itcloseduponthesenseless!Asalightning-flash，Zanoni'swords，hissadness，thetruemeaningofhismysticgift，theverysacrificehemadeforher，allbecamedistinctforamomenttohermind，——andthendarknesssweptonitlikeastorm，yetdarknesswhichhaditslight。Andwhileshesatthere，mute，rigid，voiceless，ascongealedtostone，AVISION，likeawind，glidedoverthedeepswithin，——thegrimcourt，thejudge，thejury，theaccuser；andamidstthevictimstheonedauntlessandradiantform。
　　"ThouknowestthedangertotheState，——confess!"
　　"Iknow；andIkeepmypromise。Judge，Irevealthydoom!I
　　knowthattheAnarchythoucallestaStateexpireswiththesettingofthissun。Hark，tothetrampwithout；harktotheroarofvoices!Roomthere，yedead!——roominhellforRobespierreandhiscrew!"
　　Theyhurryintothecourt，——thehastyandpalemessengers；thereisconfusionandfearanddismay!"Offwiththeconspirator，###第24章
　　andto-morrowthewomanthouwouldsthavesavedshalldie!"
　　"To-morrow，president，thesteelfallsonTHEE!"
　　On，throughthecrowdedandroaringstreets，onmovestheProcessionofDeath。Ha，bravepeople!thouartarousedatlast。
　　Theyshallnotdie!Deathisdethroned!——Robespierrehasfallen!——theyrushtotherescue!Hideousinthetumbril，bythesideofZanoni，ravedandgesticulatedthatformwhich，inhispropheticdreams，hehadseenhiscompanionattheplaceofdeath。"Saveus!——saveus!"howledtheatheistNicot。"On，bravepopulace!weSHALLbesaved!"Andthroughthecrowd，herdarkhairstreamingwild，hereyesflashingfire，pressedafemaleform，"MyClarence!"sheshrieked，inthesoftSouthernlanguagenativetotheearsofViola；"butcher!whathastthoudonewithClarence？"Hereyesrovedovertheeagerfacesoftheprisoners；shesawnottheoneshesought。"ThankHeaven!——thankHeaven!Iamnotthymurderess!"
　　Nearerandnearerpressthepopulace，——anothermoment，andthedeathsmanisdefrauded。OZanoni!whystilluponTHYbrowtheresignationthatspeaksnohope？Tramp!tramp!throughthestreetsdashthearmedtroop；faithfultohisorders，BlackHenriotleadsthemon。Tramp!tramp!overthecravenandscatteredcrowd!Here，flyingindisorder，——there，trampledinthemire，theshriekingrescuers!Andamidstthem，strickenbythesabresoftheguard，herlonghairblood-bedabbled，liestheItalianwoman；andstilluponherwrithinglipssitsjoy，astheymurmur，"Clarence!Ihavenotdestroyedthee!"
　　OntotheBarriereduTrone。Itfrownsdarkintheair，——thegiantinstrumentofmurder!Oneafteronetotheglaive，——
　　anotherandanotherandanother!Mercy!Omercy!Isthebridgebetweenthesunandtheshadessobrief，——briefasasigh？
　　There，there，——HISturnhascome。"Dienotyet；leavemenotbehind；hearme——hearme!"shriekedtheinspiredsleeper。"What!
　　andthousmileststill!"Theysmiled，——thosepalelips，——andWITHthesmile，theplaceofdoom，theheadsman，thehorrorvanished。Withthatsmile，allspaceseemedsuffusedineternalsunshine。Upfromtheearthherose；hehoveredoverher，——athingnotofmatter，anIDEAofjoyandlight!Behind，Heavenopened，deepafterdeep；andtheHostsofBeautywereseen，rankuponrank，afar；and"Welcome!"inamyriadmelodies，brokefromyourchoralmultitude，yePeopleoftheSkies，——"welcome!O
　　purifiedbysacrifice，andimmortalonlythroughthegrave，——thisitistodie。"Andradiantamidsttheradiant，theIMAGE
　　stretchedforthitsarms，andmurmuredtothesleeper:
　　"CompanionofEternity!——THISitistodie!"……
　　"Ho!whereforedotheymakeussignsfromthehouse-tops？
　　Whereforegatherthecrowdsthroughthestreet？Whysoundsthebell？Whyshrieksthetocsin？Harktotheguns!——thearmedclash!Fellow-captives，istherehopeforusatlast？"
　　Sogaspouttheprisoners，eachtoeach。Daywanes——eveningcloses；stilltheypresstheirwhitefacestothebars，andstillfromwindowandfromhouse-toptheyseethesmilesoffriends，——
　　thewavingsignals!"Hurrah!"atlast，——"Hurrah!Robespierreisfallen!TheReignofTerrorisnomore!Godhathpermittedustolive!"
　　Yes；castthineeyesintothehallwherethetyrantandhisconclavehearkenedtotheroarwithout!FulfillingtheprophecyofDumas，Henriot，drunkwithbloodandalcohol，reelswithin，andchuckshisgorysabreonthefloor。"Allislost!"
　　"Wretch!thycowardicehathdestroyedus!"yelledthefierceCoffinhal，ashehurledthecowardfromthewindow。
　　CalmasdespairstandsthesternSt。Just；thepalsiedCouthoncrawls，grovelling，beneathtable；ashot，——anexplosion!
　　Robespierrewoulddestroyhimself!Thetremblinghandhasmangled，andfailedtokill!TheclockoftheHoteldeVillestrikesthethirdhour。Throughthebattereddoor，alongthegloomypassages，intotheDeath-hall，burstthecrowd。Mangled，livid，blood-stained，speechlessbutnotunconscious，sitshaughtyyet，inhisseaterect，theMaster-Murderer!Aroundhimtheythrong；theyhoot，——theyexecrate，theirfacesgleaminginthetossingtorches!HE，andnotthestarryMagian，theREAL
　　Sorcerer!AndroundHISlasthoursgathertheFiendsheraised!
　　Theydraghimforth!Openthygates，inexorableprison!TheConciergeriereceivesitsprey!NeverawordagainonearthspokeMaximilienRobespierre!Pourforththythousands，andtensofthousands，emancipatedParis!TothePlacedelaRevolutionrollsthetumbriloftheKingofTerror，——St。Just，Dumas，Couthon，hiscompanionstothegrave!Awoman——achildlesswoman，withhoaryhair——springstohisside，"Thydeathmakesmedrunkwithjoy!"Heopenedhisbloodshoteyes，——"Descendtohellwiththecursesofwivesandmothers!"
　　Theheadsmenwrenchtheragfromtheshatteredjaw；ashriek，andthecrowdlaugh，andtheaxedescendsamidsttheshoutofthecountlessthousands，andblacknessrushesonthysoul，MaximilienRobespierre!SoendedtheReignofTerror……
　　Daylightintheprison。Fromcelltocelltheyhurrywiththenews，——crowduponcrowd；thejoyouscaptivesmingledwiththeveryjailers，who，forfear，wouldfainseemjoyoustoo；theystreamthroughthedensandalleysofthegrimhousetheywillshortlyleave。Theyburstintoacell，forgottensincethepreviousmorning。Theyfoundthereayoungfemale，sittinguponherwretchedbed；herarmscrosseduponherbosom，herfaceraisedupward；theeyesunclosed，andasmileofmorethanserenity——ofbliss——uponherlips。Evenintheriotoftheirjoy，theydrewbackinastonishmentandawe。Neverhadtheyseenlifesobeautiful；andastheycreptnearer，andwithnoiselessfeet，theysawthatthelipsbreathednot，thatthereposewasofmarble，thatthebeautyandtheecstasywereofdeath。Theygatheredroundinsilence；andlo!atherfeettherewasayounginfant，who，wakenedbytheirtread，lookedatthemsteadfastly，andwithitsrosyfingersplayedwithitsdeadmother'srobe。Anorphanthereinadungeonvault!
　　"Poorone!"saidafemaleherselfaparent，"andtheysaythefatherfellyesterday；andnowthemother!Aloneintheworld，whatcanbeitsfate？"
　　Theinfantsmiledfearlesslyonthecrowd，asthewomanspokethus。Andtheoldpriest，whostoodamongstthem，saidgently，"Woman，see!theorphansmiles!THEFATHERLESSARETHECAREOF
　　GOD!"
　　ThecuriositywhichZanonihasexcitedamongthosewhothinkitworthwhiletodiveintothesubtlermeaningstheybelieveitintendedtoconvey，mayexcusemeinaddingafewwords，notinexplanationofitsmysteries，butupontheprincipleswhichpermitthem。Zanoniisnot，assomehavesupposed，anallegory；
　　butbeneaththenarrativeitrelates，TYPICALmeaningsareconcealed。Itistoberegardedintwocharacters，distinctyetharmonious，——1st，thatofthesimpleandobjectivefiction，inwhichoncegrantingthelicenseoftheauthortoselectasubjectwhichis，orappearstobe，preternaturalthereaderjudgesthewriterbytheusualcanons，——namely，bytheconsistencyofhischaractersundersuchadmittedcircumstances，theinterestofhisstory，andthecoherenceofhisplot；oftheworkregardedinthisview，itisnotmyintentiontosayanything，whetherinexpositionofthedesign，orindefenceoftheexecution。Notypicalmeaningswhich，inplaintermsarebutmoralsuggestions，moreorlessnumerous，moreorlesssubtlecanaffordjustexcusetoawriteroffiction，fortheerrorsheshouldavoidinthemostordinarynovel。Wehavenorighttoexpectthemostingeniousreadertosearchfortheinnermeaning，iftheobviouscourseofthenarrativebetediousanddispleasing。Itis，onthecontrary，inproportionaswearesatisfiedwiththeobjectivesenseofaworkofimagination，thatweareinclinedtosearchintoitsdepthsforthemoresecretintentionsoftheauthor。Werewenotsodivinelycharmedwith"Faust，"and"Hamlet，"and"Prometheus，"soardentlycarriedonbytheinterestofthestorytoldtothecommonunderstanding，weshouldtroubleourselveslittlewiththetypesineachwhichallofuscandetect，——noneofuscanelucidate；noneelucidate，fortheessenceoftypeismystery。Webeholdthefigure，wecannotlifttheveil。Theauthorhimselfisnotcalledupontoexplainwhathedesigned。Anallegoryisapersonationofdistinctanddefinitethings，——virtuesorqualities，——andthekeycanbegiveneasily；butawriterwhoconveystypicalmeanings，mayexpresstheminmyriads。Hecannotdisentangleallthehueswhichcommingleintothelightheseekstocastupontruth；andthereforethegreatmastersofthisenchantedsoil，——FairylandofFairyland，PoetryimbeddedbeneathPoetry，——wiselyleavetoeachmindtoguessatsuchtruthsasbestpleaseorinstructit。TohaveaskedGoethetoexplainthe"Faust"wouldhaveentailedascomplexandpuzzlingananswerastohaveaskedMephistophelestoexplainwhatisbeneaththeearthwetreadon。Thestoresbeneathmaydifferforeverypassenger；eachstepmayrequireanewdescription；andwhatistreasuretothegeologistmayberubbishtotheminer。Sixworldsmaylieunderasod，buttothecommoneyetheyarebutsixlayersofstone。
　　Artinitself，ifnotnecessarilytypical，isessentiallyasuggesterofsomethingsubtlerthanthatwhichitembodiestothesense。WhatPlinytellsusofagreatpainterofold，istrueofmostgreatpainters；"theirworksexpresssomethingbeyondtheworks，"——"morefeltthanunderstood。"Thisbelongstotheconcentrationofintellectwhichhighartdemands，andwhich，ofallthearts，sculpturebestillustrates。TakeThorwaldsen'sStatueofMercury，——itisbutasinglefigure，yetittellstothoseconversantwithmythologyawholelegend。Thegodhasremovedthepipefromhislips，becausehehasalreadylulledtosleeptheArgus，whomyoudonotsee。Heispressinghisheelagainsthissword，becausethemomentiscomewhenhemayslayhisvictim。Applytheprincipleofthisnobleconcentrationofarttothemoralwriter:he，too，givestoyoureyebutasinglefigure；yeteachattitude，eachexpression，mayrefertoeventsandtruthsyoumusthavethelearningtoremember，theacutenesstopenetrate，ortheimaginationtoconjecture。Buttoaclassicaljudgeofsculpture，wouldnottheexquisitepleasureofdiscoveringtheallnottoldinThorwaldsen'smasterpiecebedestroyediftheartisthadengravedindetailhismeaningatthebaseofthestatue？Isitnotthesamewiththetypicalsensewhichtheartistinwordsconveys？Thepleasureofdiviningartineachisthenobleexerciseofallbywhomartisworthilyregarded。
　　Weofthehumblerracenotunreasonablyshelterourselvesundertheauthorityofthemasters，onwhomtheworld'sjudgmentispronounced；andgreatnamesarecited，notwiththearroganceofequals，butwiththehumilityofinferiors。
　　TheauthorofZanonigives，then，nokeytomysteries，betheytrivialorimportant，whichmaybefoundinthesecretchambersbythosewholiftthetapestryfromthewall；butoutofthemanysolutionsofthemainenigma——ifenigma，indeed，therebe——whichhavebeensenttohim，heventurestoselecttheonewhichhesubjoins，fromtheingenuityandthoughtwhichitdisplays，andfromrespectforthedistinguishedwriteroneofthemosteminentourtimehasproducedwhodeemedhimworthyofanhonourheisproudtodisplay。Heleavesittothereadertoagreewith，ordissentfromtheexplanation。"Ahundredmen，"saystheoldPlatonist，"mayreadthebookbythehelpofthesamelamp，yetallmaydifferonthetext，forthelamponlylightsthecharacters，——themindmustdivinethemeaning。"Theobjectofaparableisnotthatofaproblem；itdoesnotseektoconvince，buttosuggest。Ittakesthethoughtbelowthesurfaceoftheunderstandingtothedeeperintelligencewhichtheworldrarelytasks。Itisnotsunlightonthewater；itisahymnchantedtothenymphwhohearkensandawakesbelow……
　　"ZANONIEXPLAINED。
　　BY。"
　　MEJNOUR:——ContemplationoftheActual，——SCIENCE。Alwaysold，andmustlastaslongastheActual。LessfalliblethanIdealism，butlesspracticallypotent，fromitsignoranceofthehumanheart。
　　ZANONI:——ContemplationoftheIdeal，——IDEALISM。Alwaysnecessarilysympathetic:livesbyenjoyment；andisthereforetypifiedbyeternalyouth。"IdonotunderstandthemakingIdealismlessundyingonthissceneofexistencethanScience。"——Commentator。Because，grantingtheabovepremises，IdealismismoresubjectedthanSciencetotheAffections，ortoInstinct，becausetheAffections，soonerorlater，forceIdealismintotheActual，andintheActualitsimmortalitydeparts。TheonlyabsolutelyActualportionoftheworkisfoundintheconcludingscenesthatdepicttheReignofTerror。Theintroductionofthispartwasobjectedtobysomeasoutofkeepingwiththefancifulportionsthatprecededit。Butifthewriterofthesolutionhasrightlyshownorsuggestedtheintentionoftheauthor，themoststronglyandrudelyactualsceneoftheageinwhichthestoryiscastwasthenecessaryandharmoniouscompletionofthewhole。TheexcessesandcrimesofHumanityarethegraveoftheIdeal——Author。IdealismisthepotentInterpreterandProphetoftheReal；butitspowersareimpairedinproportiontotheirexposuretohumanpassion。
　　VIOLA:——HumanINSTINCT。HardlyworthytobecalledLOVE，asLovewouldnotforsakeitsobjectatthebiddingofSuperstition。Resorts，firstinitsaspirationaftertheIdeal，totinselshows；thenrelinquishestheseforahigherlove；butisstill，fromtheconditionsofitsnature，inadequatetothis，andliabletosuspicionandmistrust。ItsgreatestforceMaternalInstincthaspowertopenetratesomesecrets，totracesomemovementsoftheIdeal，but，toofeebletocommandthem，yieldstoSuperstition，seessinwherethereisnone，whilecommittingsin，underafalseguidance；weaklyseekingrefugeamidsttheverytumultsofthewarringpassionsoftheActual，whiledesertingthesereneIdeal，——pining，nevertheless，intheabsenceoftheIdeal，andexpiringnotperishing，butbecomingtransmutedintheaspirationafterhavingthelawsofthetwonaturesreconciled。
　　ItmightbestsuitpopularapprehensiontocallthesethreetheUnderstanding，theImagination，andtheHeart。
　　CHILD:——NEW-BORNINSTINCT，whiletrainedandinformedbyIdealism，promisesapreter-humanresultbyitsearly，incommunicablevigilanceandintelligence，butiscompelled，byinevitableorphanhood，andtheone-halfofthelawsofitsexistence，tolapseintoordinaryconditions。
　　AIDON-AI:——FAITH，whichmanifestsitssplendour，anddeliversitsoracles，andimpartsitsmarvels，onlytothehighermoodsofthesoul，andwhosedirectedantagonismiswithFear；sothatthosewhoemploytheresourcesofFearmustdispensewiththoseofFaith。Yetaspirationholdsopenawayofrestoration，andmaysummonFaith，evenwhenthecryissuesfrombeneaththeyokeoffear。
　　DWELLEROFTHETHRESHOLD:——FEARorHORROR，fromwhoseghastlinessmenareprotectedbytheopacityoftheregionofPrescriptionandCustom。Themomentthisprotectionisrelinquished，andthehumanspiritpiercesthecloud，andentersaloneontheunexploredregionsofNature，thisNaturalHorrorhauntsit，andistobesuccessfullyencounteredonlybydefiance，——byaspirationtowards，andrelianceon，theFormerandDirectorofNature，whoseMessengerandInstrumentofreassuranceisFaith。
　　MERVALE:——CONVENTIONALISM。
　　NICOT:——Base，grovelling，malignantPASSION。
　　GLYNDON:——UNSUSTAINEDASPIRATION:WouldfollowInstinct，butisdeterredbyConventionalism，isoverawedbyIdealism，yetattracted，andtransientlyinspired，buthasnotsteadinessfortheinitiatorycontemplationoftheActual。Heconjoinsitssnatchedprivilegeswithabesettingsensualism，andsuffersatoncefromthehorroroftheoneandthedisgustoftheother，involvingtheinnocentinthefatalconflictofhisspirit。Whenonthepointofperishing，heisrescuedbyIdealism，and，unabletorisetothatspeciesofexistence，isgratefultobereplungedintotheregionoftheFamiliar，andtakesuphisresthenceforthinCustom。MirrorofYoungManhood。
　　ARGUMENT。
　　HumanExistencesubjectto，andexemptfrom，ordinaryconditionsSickness，Poverty，Ignorance，Death。
　　SCIENCEiseverstrivingtocarrythemostgiftedbeyondordinaryconditions，——theresultbeingasmanyvictimsasefforts，andthestriverbeingfinallyleftasolitary，——forhisobjectisunsuitabletothenatureshehastodealwith。
　　ThepursuitoftheIdealinvolvessomuchemotionastorendertheIdealistvulnerablebyhumanpassion，howeverlongandwellguarded，stillvulnerable，——liable，atlast，toaunionwithInstinct。PassionobscuresbothInsightandForecast。AllefforttoelevateInstincttoIdealismisabortive，thelawsoftheirbeingnotcoincidingintheearlystageoftheexistenceoftheone。Instinctiseitheralarmed，andtakesrefugeinSuperstitionorCustom，orislefthelplesstohumancharity，orgivenovertoprovidentialcare。
　　Idealism，strippedofinsightandforecast，losesitsserenity，becomessubjectoncemoretothehorrorfromwhichithadescaped，andbyacceptingitsaids，forfeitsthehigherhelpofFaith；aspiration，however，remainingstillpossible，and，thereby，slowrestoration；andalso，SOMETHINGBETTER。
　　Summonedbyaspiration，FaithextortsfromFearitselfthesavingtruthtowhichSciencecontinuesblind，andwhichIdealismitselfhailsasitscrowningacquisition，——theinestimablePROOFwroughtoutbyalllaboursandallconflicts。
　　Pendingtheelaborationofthisproof，CONVENTIONALISMplodson，safeandcomplacent；
　　SELFISHPASSIONperishes，grovellingandhopeless；
　　INSTINCTsleeps，inordertoaloftierwaking；andIDEALISMlearns，asitsultimatelesson，thatself-sacrificeistrueredemption；thattheregionbeyondthegraveisthefittingoneforexemptionfrommortalconditions；andthatDeathistheeverlastingportal，indicatedbythefingerofGod，——thebroadavenuethroughwhichmandoesnotissuesolitaryandstealthyintotheregionofFreeExistence，butenterstriumphant，hailedbyahierarchyofimmortalnatures。