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The
impudent
fiend
!
To
deny
the
existence
of
Tophet
,
when
he
felt
its
fiery
tortures
raging
within
his
breast
.
I
rushed
to
the
side
of
the
boat
,
intending
to
fling
myself
on
shore
;
but
the
wheels
,
as
they
began
their
revolutions
,
threw
a
dash
of
spray
over
me
so
cold
—
so
deadly
cold
,
with
the
chill
that
will
never
leave
those
waters
until
Death
be
drowned
in
his
own
river
—
that
with
a
shiver
and
a
heartquake
I
awoke
.
Thank
Heaven
it
was
a
Dream
!
Life
figures
itself
to
me
as
a
festal
or
funereal
procession
.
All
of
us
have
our
places
,
and
are
to
move
onward
under
the
direction
of
the
Chief
Marshal
.
The
grand
difficulty
results
from
the
invariably
mistaken
principles
on
which
the
deputy
marshals
seek
to
arrange
this
immense
concourse
of
people
,
so
much
more
numerous
than
those
that
train
their
interminable
length
through
streets
and
highways
in
times
of
political
excitement
.
Their
scheme
is
ancient
,
far
beyond
the
memory
of
man
or
even
the
record
of
history
,
and
has
hitherto
been
very
little
modified
by
the
innate
sense
of
something
wrong
,
and
the
dim
perception
of
better
methods
,
that
have
disquieted
all
the
ages
through
which
the
procession
has
taken
its
march
.
Its
members
are
classified
by
the
merest
external
circumstances
,
and
thus
are
more
certain
to
be
thrown
out
of
their
true
positions
than
if
no
principle
of
arrangement
were
attempted
.
In
one
part
of
the
procession
we
see
men
of
landed
estate
or
moneyed
capital
gravely
keeping
each
other
company
,
for
the
preposterous
reason
that
they
chance
to
have
a
similar
standing
in
the
tax
-
gatherer
’
s
book
.
Trades
and
professions
march
together
with
scarcely
a
more
real
bond
of
union
.
In
this
manner
,
it
cannot
be
denied
,
people
are
disentangled
from
the
mass
and
separated
into
various
classes
according
to
certain
apparent
relations
;
all
have
some
artificial
badge
which
the
world
,
and
themselves
among
the
first
,
learn
to
consider
as
a
genuine
characteristic
.
Fixing
our
attention
on
such
outside
shows
of
similarity
or
difference
,
we
lose
sight
of
those
realities
by
which
nature
,
fortune
,
fate
,
or
Providence
has
constituted
for
every
man
a
brotherhood
,
wherein
it
is
one
great
office
of
human
wisdom
to
classify
him
.
When
the
mind
has
once
accustomed
itself
to
a
proper
arrangement
of
the
Procession
of
Life
,
or
a
true
classification
of
society
,
even
though
merely
speculative
,
there
is
thenceforth
a
satisfaction
which
pretty
well
suffices
for
itself
without
the
aid
of
any
actual
reformation
in
the
order
of
march
.
For
instance
,
assuming
to
myself
the
power
of
marshalling
the
aforesaid
procession
,
I
direct
a
trumpeter
to
send
forth
a
blast
loud
enough
to
be
heard
from
hence
to
China
;
and
a
herald
,
with
world
-
pervading
voice
,
to
make
proclamation
for
a
certain
class
of
mortals
to
take
their
places
.
What
shall
be
their
principle
of
union
?
After
all
,
an
external
one
,
in
comparison
with
many
that
might
be
found
,
yet
far
more
real
than
those
which
the
world
has
selected
for
a
similar
purpose
.
Let
all
who
are
afflicted
with
like
physical
diseases
form
themselves
into
ranks
.
Our
first
attempt
at
classification
is
not
very
successful
.
It
may
gratify
the
pride
of
aristocracy
to
reflect
that
disease
,
more
than
any
other
circumstance
of
human
life
,
pays
due
observance
to
the
distinctions
which
rank
and
wealth
,
and
poverty
and
lowliness
,
have
established
among
mankind
.
Some
maladies
are
rich
and
precious
,
and
only
to
be
acquired
by
the
right
of
inheritance
or
purchased
with
gold
.
Of
this
kind
is
the
gout
,
which
serves
as
a
bond
of
brotherhood
to
the
purple
-
visaged
gentry
,
who
obey
the
herald
’
s
voice
,
and
painfully
hobble
from
all
civilized
regions
of
the
globe
to
take
their
post
in
the
grand
procession
.
In
mercy
to
their
toes
,
let
us
hope
that
the
march
may
not
be
long
.
The
Dyspeptics
,
too
,
are
people
of
good
standing
in
the
world
.
For
them
the
earliest
salmon
is
caught
in
our
eastern
rivers
,
and
the
shy
woodcock
stains
the
dry
leaves
with
his
blood
in
his
remotest
haunts
,
and
the
turtle
comes
from
the
far
Pacific
Islands
to
be
gobbled
up
in
soup
.
They
can
afford
to
flavor
all
their
dishes
with
indolence
,
which
,
in
spite
of
the
general
opinion
,
is
a
sauce
more
exquisitely
piquant
than
appetite
won
by
exercise
.
Apoplexy
is
another
highly
respectable
disease
.
We
will
rank
together
all
who
have
the
symptom
of
dizziness
in
the
brain
,
and
as
fast
as
any
drop
by
the
way
supply
their
places
with
new
members
of
the
board
of
aldermen
.
On
the
other
hand
,
here
come
whole
tribes
of
people
whose
physical
lives
are
but
a
deteriorated
variety
of
life
,
and
themselves
a
meaner
species
of
mankind
;
so
sad
an
effect
has
been
wrought
by
the
tainted
breath
of
cities
,
scanty
and
unwholesome
food
,
destructive
modes
of
labor
,
and
the
lack
of
those
moral
supports
that
might
partially
have
counteracted
such
bad
influences
.
Behold
here
a
train
of
house
painters
,
all
afflicted
with
a
peculiar
sort
of
colic
.
Next
in
place
we
will
marshal
those
workmen
in
cutlery
,
who
have
breathed
a
fatal
disorder
into
their
lungs
with
the
impalpable
dust
of
steel
.
Tailors
and
shoemakers
,
being
sedentary
men
,
will
chiefly
congregate
into
one
part
of
the
procession
and
march
under
similar
banners
of
disease
;
but
among
them
we
may
observe
here
and
there
a
sickly
student
,
who
has
left
his
health
between
the
leaves
of
classic
volumes
;
and
clerks
,
likewise
,
who
have
caught
their
deaths
on
high
official
stools
;
and
men
of
genius
too
,
who
have
written
sheet
after
sheet
with
pens
dipped
in
their
heart
’
s
blood
.
These
are
a
wretched
quaking
,
short
-
breathed
set
.
But
what
is
this
cloud
of
pale
-
cheeked
,
slender
girls
,
who
disturb
the
ear
with
the
multiplicity
of
their
short
,
dry
coughs
?
They
are
seamstresses
,
who
have
plied
the
daily
and
nightly
needle
in
the
service
of
master
tailors
and
close
-
fisted
contractors
,
until
now
it
is
almost
time
for
each
to
hem
the
borders
of
her
own
shroud
.
Consumption
points
their
place
in
the
procession
.
With
their
sad
sisterhood
are
intermingled
many
youthful
maidens
who
have
sickened
in
aristocratic
mansions
,
and
for
whose
aid
science
has
unavailingly
searched
its
volumes
,
and
whom
breathless
love
has
watched
.
In
our
ranks
the
rich
maiden
and
the
poor
seamstress
may
walk
arm
in
arm
.
We
might
find
innumerable
other
instances
,
where
the
bond
of
mutual
disease
—
not
to
speak
of
nation
-
sweeping
pestilence
—
embraces
high
and
low
,
and
makes
the
king
a
brother
of
the
clown
.
But
it
is
not
hard
to
own
that
disease
is
the
natural
aristocrat
.
Let
him
keep
his
state
,
and
have
his
established
orders
of
rank
,
and
wear
his
royal
mantle
of
the
color
of
a
fever
flush
and
let
the
noble
and
wealthy
boast
their
own
physical
infirmities
,
and
display
their
symptoms
as
the
badges
of
high
station
.
All
things
considered
,
these
are
as
proper
subjects
of
human
pride
as
any
relations
of
human
rank
that
men
can
fix
upon
.
Sound
again
,
thou
deep
-
breathed
trumpeter
!
and
herald
,
with
thy
voice
of
might
,
shout
forth
another
summons
that
shall
reach
the
old
baronial
castles
of
Europe
,
and
the
rudest
cabin
of
our
western
wilderness
!
What
class
is
next
to
take
its
place
in
the
procession
of
mortal
life
?
Let
it
be
those
whom
the
gifts
of
intellect
have
united
in
a
noble
brotherhood
.
