jargon, was once more, what to our happier Fathers it used to be,
_infinite,_--as between a Heavenly thing and an Infernal: the
one a thing which you were _not_ to do, which you were wise not
to attempt doing; which it were better for you to have a
millstone tied round your neck, and be cast into the sea, than
concern yourself with doing!--Brothers, it will not be a
Morrison's Pill, or remedial measure, that will bring all this
about for us.


And yet, very literally, till, in some shape or other, it be
brought about, we remain cureless; till it begin to be brought
about, the cure does not begin. For Nature and Fact, not Redtape
and Semblance, are to this hour the basis of man's life; and on
those, through never such strata of these, man and his life and
all his interests do, sooner or later, infallibly come to rest,--
and to be supported or be swallowed according as they agree with
those. The question is asked of them, not, How do you agree with
Downing-streets and accredited Semblance? but, How do you agree
with God's Universe and the actual Reality of things? This
Universe _has_ its Laws. If we walk according to the Law, the
Law-Maker will befriend us; if not, not. Alas, by no Reform
Bill, Ballot-box, Five-point Charter, by no boxes or bills or
charters, can you perform this alchemy: 'Given a world of Knaves
to produce an Honesty from their united action!' It is a
distillation, once for all, not possible. You pass it through
alembic after alembic, it comes out still a Dishonesty, with a
new dress on it, a new colour to it. 'While we ourselves
continue valets, how can any hero come to govern us?' We are
governed, very infallibly, by the 'sham-hero,'--whose name is