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  well-verywell-butstillperformingapart。Hiscompanion!-
  there,indeed,wasthebruiser-nomistakeabouthim:atallmassiveman,withabroadcountenanceandaflattenednose;dressedlikeabruiser,butnotlikeabruisergoingintothering;heworewhite-toppedboots,andaloosebrownjockeycoat。
  Asthefirstadvancedtowardsthetable,behindwhichthemagistratesat,hedoffedawhitecastorfromhishead,andmaderatheragenteelbow;lookingatme,whosatsomewhatononeside,hegaveakindofnodofrecognition。
  ’MayIrequesttoknowwhoyouare,gentlemen?’saidthemagistrate。
  ’Sir,’saidthemaninadeep,butnotunpleasantvoice,’allowmetointroducetoyoumyfriend,Mr-,thecelebratedpugilist’;andhemotionedwithhishandtowardsthemassivemanwiththeflattenednose。
  ’Andyourownname,sir?’saidthemagistrate。
  ’Mynameisnomatter,’saidtheman;’wereItomentionittoyou,itwouldawakenwithinyounofeelingofinterest。ItisneitherKeannorBelcher,andIhaveasyetdonenothingtodistinguishmyselflikeeitherofthoseindividuals,orevenlikemyfriendhere。However,atimemaycome-wearenotyetburied;andwhensoevermyhourarrives,IhopeIshallprovemyselfequaltomydestiny,howeverhigh-
  ’Likebirdthat’sbredamongsttheHelicons。’
  Andhereasmilehalftheatricalpassedoverhisfeatures。
  ’InwhatcanIobligeyou,sir?’saidthemagistrate。
  ’Well,sir;thesoulofwitisbrevity;wewantaplaceforanapproachingcombatbetweenmyfriendhereandabravefromtown。
  Passingbyyourbroadacresthisfinemorningwesawapightle,whichwedeemedwouldsuit。Lendusthatpightle,andreceiveourthanks;’twouldbeafavour,thoughnotmuchtogrant:weneitheraskforStonehengenorforTempe。’
  Myfriendlookedsomewhatperplexed;afteramoment,however,hesaid,withafirmbutgentlemanlyair,’Sir,IamsorrythatI
  cannotcomplywithyourrequest。’
  ’Notcomply!’saidtheman,hisbrowbecomingdarkasmidnight;andwithahoarseandsavagetone,’Notcomply!whynot?’
  ’Itisimpossible,sir;utterlyimpossible!’
  ’Whyso?’
  ’Iamnotcompelledtogivemyreasonstoyou,sir,nortoanyman。’
  ’Letmebegofyoutoalteryourdecision,’saidtheman,inatoneofprofoundrespect。
  ’Utterlyimpossible,sir;Iamamagistrate。’
  ’Magistrate!thenfareyewell,foragreen-coatedbufferandaHarmanbeck。’
  ’Sir!’saidthemagistrate,springingupwithafacefierywithwrath。
  But,withasurlynodtome,themanlefttheapartment;andinamomentmoretheheavyfootstepsofhimselfandhiscompanionwerehearddescendingthestaircase。
  ’Whoisthatman?’saidmyfriend,turningtowardsme。
  ’Asportinggentleman,wellknownintheplacefromwhichIcome。’
  ’Heappearedtoknowyou。’
  ’Ihaveoccasionallyputonthegloveswithhim。’
  ’Whatishisname?’
  CHAPTERXXV
  Doubts-WisekingofJerusalem-Letmesee-Athousandyears-
  Nothingnew-Thecrowd-Thehymn-Faith-CharlesWesley-Therehestood-Farewell,brother-Death-Sun,moon,andstars-Windontheheath。
  THEREwasonequestionwhichIwascontinuallyaskingmyselfatthisperiod,andwhichhasmorethanoncemettheeyesofthereaderwhohasfollowedmethroughthelastchapter:’Whatistruth?’Ihadinvolvedmyselfimperceptiblyinadrearylabyrinthofdoubt,and,whicheverwayIturned,noreasonableprospectofextricatingmyselfappeared。ThemeansbywhichIhadbroughtmyselfintothissituationmaybeverybrieflytold;Ihadinquiredintomanymatters,inorderthatImightbecomewise,andIhadreadandponderedoverthewordsofthewise,socalled,tillIhadmademyselfmasterofthesumofhumanwisdom;namely,thateverythingisenigmaticalandthatmanisanenigmatohimself;
  thencethecryof’Whatistruth?’IhadceasedtobelieveinthetruthofthatinwhichIhadhithertotrusted,andyetcouldfindnothinginwhichIcouldputanyfixedordeliberatebelief-I
  was,indeed,inalabyrinth!InwhatdidInotdoubt?WithrespecttocrimeandvirtueIwasindoubt;Idoubtedthattheonewasblamableandtheotherpraiseworthy。Arenotallthingssubjectedtothelawofnecessity?Assuredlytimeandchancegovernallthings:Yethowcanthisbe?alas!
  Thentherewasmyself;forwhatwasIborn?Arenotallthingsborntobeforgotten?That’sincomprehensible:yetisitnotso?
  Thosebutterfliesfallandareforgotten。Inwhatismanbetterthanabutterfly?Allthenisborntobeforgotten。Ah!thatwasapangindeed;’tisatsuchamomentthatamanwishestodie。ThewisekingofJerusalem,whosatinhisshadyarboursbesidehissunnyfish-pools,sayingsomanyfinethings,wishedtodie,whenhesawthatnotonlyallwasvanity,butthathehimselfwasvanity。Willatimecomewhenallwillbeforgottenthatnowisbeneaththesun?Ifso,ofwhatprofitislife?
  IntruthitwasasorevexationofspirittomewhenIsaw,asthewisemansawofold,thatwhateverIcouldhopetoperformmustnecessarilybeofverytemporaryduration;andifso,whydoit?I
  saidtomyself,whatevernameIcanacquire,willitendureforeternity?scarcelyso。Athousandyears?Letmesee!whathaveI
  donealready?IhavelearntWelsh,andhavetranslatedthesongsofAbGwilym,sometenthousandlines,intoEnglishrhyme;IhavealsolearntDanish,andhaverenderedtheoldbookofballadscastbythetempestuponthebeachintocorrespondingEnglishmetre。
  Good!haveIdoneenoughalreadytosecuremyselfareputationofathousandyears?No,no!certainlynot;IhavenottheslightestgroundforhopingthatmytranslationsfromtheWelshandDanishwillbereadattheendofathousandyears。Well,butIamonlyeighteen,andIhavenotstatedallthatIhavedone;Ihavelearntmanyothertongues,andhaveacquiredsomeknowledgeevenofHebrewandArabic。ShouldIgooninthiswaytillIamforty,Imustthenbeverylearned;andperhaps,amongotherthings,mayhavetranslatedtheTalmud,andsomeofthegreatworksoftheArabians。
  Pooh!allthisismerelearningandtranslation,andsuchwillneversecureimmortality。Translationisatbestanecho,anditmustbeawonderfulechotobeheardafterthelapseofathousandyears。No!allIhavealreadydone,andallImayyetdointhesameway,Imayreckonasnothing-merepastime;somethingelsemustbedone。Imusteitherwritesomegrandoriginalwork,orconqueranempire;theonejustaseasyastheother。ButamI
  competenttodoeither?Yes,IthinkIam,underfavourablecircumstances。Yes,IthinkImaypromisemyselfareputationofathousandyears,ifIdobutgivemyselfthenecessarytrouble。
  Well!butwhat’sathousandyearsafterall,ortwiceathousandyears?Woeisme!Imayjustaswellsitstill。
  ’WouldIhadneverbeenborn!’Isaidtomyself;andathoughtwouldoccasionallyintrude:ButwasIeverborn?IsnotallthatIseealie-adeceitfulphantom?Isthereaworld,andearth,andsky?Berkeley’sdoctrine-Spinoza’sdoctrine!Dearreader,I
  hadatthattimeneverreadeitherBerkeleyorSpinoza。Ihavestillneverreadthem;whoarethey,menofyesterday?’Allisalie-alladeceitfulphantom,’areoldcries;theycomenaturallyfromthemouthsofthosewho,castingasidethatchoicestshieldagainstmadness,simplicity,wouldfainbewiseasGod,andcanonlyknowthattheyarenaked。Thisdoubtinginthe’universalall’isalmostcoevalwiththehumanrace:wisdom,socalled,wasearlysoughtafter。Allisalie-adeceitfulphantom-wassaidwhentheworldwasyetyoung;itssurface,saveascantyportion,yetuntroddenbyhumanfoot,andwhenthegreattortoiseyetcrawledabout。Allisalie,wasthedoctrineofBuddh;andBuddhlivedthirtycenturiesbeforethewisekingofJerusalem,whosatinhisarbours,besidehissunnyfish-pools,sayingmanyfinethings,and,amongstothers,’Thereisnothingnewunderthesun!’
  Oneday,whilstIbentmywaytotheheathofwhichIhavespokenonaformeroccasion,atthefootofthehillswhichformeditI
  cametoaplacewhereawagonwasstanding,butwithouthorses,theshaftsrestingontheground;therewasacrowdaboutit,whichextendedhalf-wayupthesideoftheneighbouringhill。Thewagonwasoccupiedbysomehalfadozenmen;somesitting,othersstanding-theyweredressedinsober-colouredhabilimentsofblackorbrown,cutinaplainandratheruncouthfashion,andpartiallywhitewithdust;theirhairwasshort,andseemedtohavebeensmootheddownbytheapplicationofthehand;allwerebareheaded-
  sittingorstanding,allwerebareheaded。Oneofthem,atallman,wasspeakingasIarrived;ere,however,Icoulddistinguishwhathewassaying,heleftoff,andthentherewasacryforahymn’tothegloryofGod’-thatwastheword。Itwasastrange-soundinghymn,aswellitmightbe,foreverybodyjoinedinit:therewerevoicesofallkinds,ofmen,ofwomen,andofchildren-ofthosewhocouldsingandofthosewhocouldnot-athousandvoicesalljoined,andalljoinedheartily;novoiceofallthemultitudewassilentsavemine。Thecrowdconsistedentirelyofthelowerclasses,labourersandmechanics,andtheirwivesandchildren-