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But
,
come
!
The
sun
is
hastening
westward
,
while
the
march
of
human
life
,
that
never
paused
before
,
is
delayed
by
our
attempt
to
rearrange
its
order
.
It
is
desirable
to
find
some
comprehensive
principle
,
that
shall
render
our
task
easier
by
bringing
thousands
into
the
ranks
where
hitherto
we
have
brought
one
.
Therefore
let
the
trumpet
,
if
possible
,
split
its
brazen
throat
with
a
louder
note
than
ever
,
and
the
herald
summon
all
mortals
,
who
,
from
whatever
cause
,
have
lost
,
or
never
found
,
their
proper
places
in
the
wold
.
Obedient
to
this
call
,
a
great
multitude
come
together
,
most
of
them
with
a
listless
gait
,
betokening
weariness
of
soul
,
yet
with
a
gleam
of
satisfaction
in
their
faces
,
at
a
prospect
of
at
length
reaching
those
positions
which
,
hitherto
,
they
have
vainly
sought
.
But
here
will
be
another
disappointment
;
for
we
can
attempt
no
more
than
merely
to
associate
in
one
fraternity
all
who
are
afflicted
with
the
same
vague
trouble
.
Some
great
mistake
in
life
is
the
chief
condition
of
admittance
into
this
class
.
Here
are
members
of
the
learned
professions
,
whom
Providence
endowed
with
special
gifts
for
the
plough
,
the
forge
,
and
the
wheelbarrow
,
or
for
the
routine
of
unintellectual
business
.
We
will
assign
to
them
,
as
partners
in
the
march
,
those
lowly
laborers
and
handicraftsmen
,
who
have
pined
,
as
with
a
dying
thirst
,
after
the
unattainable
fountains
of
knowledge
.
The
latter
have
lost
less
than
their
companions
;
yet
more
,
because
they
deem
it
infinite
.
Perchance
the
two
species
of
unfortunates
may
comfort
one
another
.
Here
are
Quakers
with
the
instinct
of
battle
in
them
;
and
men
of
war
who
should
have
worn
the
broad
brim
.
Authors
shall
be
ranked
here
whom
some
freak
of
Nature
,
making
game
of
her
poor
children
,
had
imbued
with
the
confidence
of
genius
and
strong
desire
of
fame
,
but
has
favored
with
no
corresponding
power
;
and
others
,
whose
lofty
gifts
were
unaccompanied
with
the
faculty
of
expression
,
or
any
of
that
earthly
machinery
by
which
ethereal
endowments
must
be
manifested
to
mankind
.
All
these
,
therefore
,
are
melancholy
laughing
-
stocks
.
Next
,
here
are
honest
and
well
intentioned
persons
,
who
by
a
want
of
tact
—
by
inaccurate
perceptions
—
by
a
distorting
imagination
—
have
been
kept
continually
at
cross
purposes
with
the
world
and
bewildered
upon
the
path
of
life
.
Let
us
see
if
they
can
confine
themselves
within
the
line
of
our
procession
.
In
this
class
,
likewise
,
we
must
assign
places
to
those
who
have
encountered
that
worst
of
ill
success
,
a
higher
fortune
than
their
abilities
could
vindicate
;
writers
,
actors
,
painters
,
the
pets
of
a
day
,
but
whose
laurels
wither
unrenewed
amid
their
hoary
hair
;
politicians
,
whom
some
malicious
contingency
of
affairs
has
thrust
into
conspicuous
station
,
where
,
while
the
world
stands
gazing
at
them
,
the
dreary
consciousness
of
imbecility
makes
them
curse
their
birth
hour
.
To
such
men
,
we
give
for
a
companion
him
whose
rare
talents
,
which
perhaps
require
a
Revolution
for
their
exercise
,
are
buried
in
the
tomb
of
sluggish
circumstances
.
Not
far
from
these
,
we
must
find
room
for
one
whose
success
has
been
of
the
wrong
kind
;
the
man
who
should
have
lingered
in
the
cloisters
of
a
university
,
digging
new
treasures
out
of
the
Herculaneum
of
antique
lore
,
diffusing
depth
and
accuracy
of
literature
throughout
his
country
,
and
thus
making
for
himself
a
great
and
quiet
fame
.
But
the
outward
tendencies
around
him
have
proved
too
powerful
for
his
inward
nature
,
and
have
drawn
him
into
the
arena
of
political
tumult
,
there
to
contend
at
disadvantage
,
whether
front
to
front
,
or
side
by
side
,
with
the
brawny
giants
of
actual
life
.
He
becomes
,
it
may
be
,
a
name
for
brawling
parties
to
bandy
to
and
fro
,
a
legislator
of
the
Union
;
a
governor
of
his
native
state
;
an
ambassador
to
the
courts
of
kings
or
queens
;
and
the
world
may
deem
him
a
man
of
happy
stars
.
But
not
so
the
wise
;
and
not
so
himself
,
when
he
looks
through
his
experience
,
and
sighs
to
miss
that
fitness
,
the
one
invaluable
touch
which
makes
all
things
true
and
real
.
So
much
achieved
,
yet
how
abortive
is
his
life
!
Whom
shall
we
choose
for
his
companion
?
Some
weak
framed
blacksmith
,
perhaps
,
whose
delicacy
of
muscle
might
have
suited
a
tailor
’
s
shopboard
better
than
the
anvil
.
Shall
we
bid
the
trumpet
sound
again
?
It
is
hardly
worth
the
while
.
There
remain
a
few
idle
men
of
fortune
,
tavern
and
grog
-
shop
loungers
,
lazzaroni
,
old
bachelors
,
decaying
maidens
,
and
people
of
crooked
intellect
or
temper
,
all
of
whom
may
find
their
like
,
or
some
tolerable
approach
to
it
,
in
the
plentiful
diversity
of
our
latter
class
.
There
too
,
as
his
ultimate
destiny
,
must
we
rank
the
dreamer
,
who
,
all
his
life
long
,
has
cherished
the
idea
that
he
was
peculiarly
apt
for
something
,
but
never
could
determine
what
it
was
;
and
there
the
most
unfortunate
of
men
,
whose
purpose
it
has
been
to
enjoy
life
’
s
pleasures
,
but
to
avoid
a
manful
struggle
with
its
toil
and
sorrow
.
The
remainder
,
if
any
,
may
connect
themselves
with
whatever
rank
of
the
procession
they
shall
find
best
adapted
to
their
tastes
and
consciences
.
The
worst
possible
fate
would
be
to
remain
behind
,
shivering
in
the
solitude
of
time
,
while
all
the
world
is
on
the
move
towards
eternity
.
Our
attempt
to
classify
society
is
now
complete
.
The
result
may
be
anything
but
perfect
;
yet
better
—
to
give
it
the
very
lowest
praise
—
than
the
antique
rule
of
the
herald
’
s
office
,
or
the
modern
one
of
the
tax
-
gatherer
,
whereby
the
accidents
and
superficial
attributes
with
which
the
real
nature
of
individuals
has
least
to
do
,
are
acted
upon
as
the
deepest
characteristics
of
mankind
.
Our
task
is
done
!
Now
let
the
grand
procession
move
!
Yet
pause
a
while
!
We
had
forgotten
the
Chief
Marshal
.
Hark
!
That
world
-
wide
swell
of
solemn
music
,
with
the
clang
of
a
mighty
bell
breaking
forth
through
its
regulated
uproar
,
announces
his
approach
.
He
comes
;
a
severe
,
sedate
,
immovable
,
dark
rider
,
waving
his
truncheon
of
universal
sway
,
as
he
passes
along
the
lengthened
line
,
on
the
pale
horse
of
the
Revelation
.
It
is
Death
!
Who
else
could
assume
the
guidance
of
a
procession
that
comprehends
all
humanity
?
And
if
some
,
among
these
many
millions
,
should
deem
themselves
classed
amiss
,
yet
let
them
take
to
their
hearts
the
comfortable
truth
that
Death
levels
us
all
into
one
great
brotherhood
,
and
that
another
state
of
being
will
surely
rectify
the
wrong
of
this
.
Then
breathe
thy
wail
upon
the
earth
’
s
wailing
wind
,
thou
band
of
melancholy
music
,
made
up
of
every
sigh
that
the
human
heart
,
unsatisfied
,
has
uttered
!
There
is
yet
triumph
in
thy
tones
.
And
now
we
move
!
Beggars
in
their
rags
,
and
Kings
trailing
the
regal
purple
in
the
dust
;
the
Warrior
’
s
gleaming
helmet
;
the
Priest
in
his
sable
robe
;
the
hoary
Grandsire
,
who
has
run
life
’
s
circle
and
come
back
to
childhood
;
the
ruddy
School
-
boy
with
his
golden
curls
,
frisking
along
the
march
;
the
Artisan
’
s
stuff
jacket
;
the
Noble
’
s
star
-
decorated
coat
;
—
the
whole
presenting
a
motley
spectacle
,
yet
with
a
dusky
grandeur
brooding
over
it
