Supreme Powers, stern as they are! Towards that haven will we, O
friends; let all true men, with what of faculty is in them, bend
valiantly, incessantly, with thousandfold endeavour, thither,
thither! There, or else in the Ocean-abysses, it is very clear
to me, we shall arrive.


Well; here truly is no answer to the Sphinx-question; not the
answer a disconsolate Public, inquiring at the College of Health,
was in hopes of! A total change of regimen, change of constitution
and existence from the very centre of it; a new body to be got,
with resuscitated soul,--not without convulsive travail-throes;
as all birth and new-birth presupposes travail! This is sad news
to a disconsolate discerning Public, hoping to have got off by
some Morrison's Pill, some Saint-John's corrosive mixtures and
perhaps a little blistery friction on the back!--We were prepared
to part with our Corn-Law, with various Laws and Unlaws: but
this, what is this?

Nor has the Editor forgotten how it fares with your ill-boding
Cassandras in Sieges of Troy. Imminent perdition is not usually
driven away by words of warning. Didactic Destiny has other
methods in store; or these would fail always. Such words
should, nevertheless, be uttered, when they dwell truly in the
soul of any man. Words are hard, are importunate; but how much
harder the importunate events they foreshadow! Here and there a
human soul may listen to the words,--who knows how many human
souls? whereby the importunate events, if not diverted and
prevented, will be rendered _less_ hard. The present Editor's
purpose is to himself full of hope.