asphyxia, and the return of blessed life to us,--Heaven's blessed
life, not Mammon's galvanic accursed one. To resuscitate the
Asphyxied, apparently now moribund, and in the last agony if not
resuscitated: such and no other seems the consummation.

'Hero-worship,' if you will,--yes, friends; but, first of all,
by being ourselves of heroic mind. A whole world of Heroes; a
world not of Flunkeys, where no Hero-King _can_ reign: that is
what we aim at! We, for our share, will put away all Flunkeyism,
Baseness, Unveracity from us; we shall then hope to have
Noblenesses and Veracities set over us; never till then. Let
Bobus and Company sneer, "That is your Reform!" Yes, Bobus, that
is our Reform; and except in that, and what will follow out of
that, we have no hope at all. Reform, like Charity, O Bobus,
must begin at home. Once well at home, how will it radiate
outwards, irrepressible, into all that we touch and handle, speak
and work; kindling ever new light, by incalculable contagion,
spreading in geometric ratio, far and wide,--doing good only,
wheresoever it spreads, and not evil.

By Reform Bills, Anti-Corn-Law Bills, and thousand other bills
and methods, we will demand of our Governors, with emphasis, and
for the first time not without effect, that they cease to be
quacks, or else depart; that they set no quackeries and
blockheadisms anywhere to rule over us, that they utter or act no
cant to us,--that it will be better if they do not. For we shall
now know quacks when we see them; cant, when we hear it, shall
be horrible to us! We will say, with the poor Frenchman at the
Bar of the Convention, though in wiser style than he, and 'for
the space' not 'of an hour' but of a lifetime: _"Je demande