It seems to be taken for granted, by these interrogative
philosophers, that there is some 'thing,' or handful of 'things,'
which could be done; some Act of Parliament, 'remedial measure
or the like, which could be passed, whereby the social malady
were fairly fronted, conquered, put an end to; so that, with
your remedial measure in your pocket, you could then go on
triumphant, and be troubled no farther. "You tell us the evil,"
cry such persons, as if justly aggrieved, "and do not tell us how
it is to be cured!"

How it is to be cured? Brothers, I am sorry I have got
no Morrison's Pill for curing the maladies of Society. It
were infinitely handier if we had a Morrison's Pill, Act of
Parliament, or remedial measure, which men could swallow, one
good time, and then go on in their old courses, cleared from all
miseries and mischiefs! Unluckily we have none such; unluckily
the Heavens themselves, in their rich pharmacopoeia, contain none
such. There will no 'thing' be done that will cure you. There
will a radical universal alteration of your regimen and way of
life take place; there will a most agonising divorce between you
and your chimeras, luxuries and falsities, take place; a most
toilsome, all but 'impossible' return to Nature, and her
veracities, and her integrities, take place: that so the inner
fountains of life may again begin, like eternal Light-fountains,
to irradiate and purify your bloated, swollen, foul existence,
drawing nigh, as at present, to nameless death! Either death or
else all this will take place. Judge if, with such diagnosis,
any Morrison's Pill is like to be discoverable!

But the Life-fountain within you once again set flowing,