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ion；　neither　in　the　joy…storm　nor　in　the　woe…storm　could　you　predict　his　demeanor。

To　our　less　philosophical　readers；　for　example；　it　is　now　clear　that　the　so　passionate　Teufelsdrockh　precipitated　through　〃a　shivered　Universe〃　in　this　extraordinary　way；　has　only　one　of　three　things　which　he　can　next　do：　Establish　himself　in　Bedlam；　begin　writing　Satanic　Poetry；　or　blow　out　his　brains。　　In　the　progress　towards　any　of　which　consummations；　do　not　such　readers　anticipate　extravagance　enough；　breast…beating；　brow…beating　（against　walls）；　lion…bellowings　of　blasphemy　and　the　like；　stampings；　smitings；　breakages　of　furniture；　if　not　arson　itself？

Nowise　so　does　Teufelsdrockh　deport　him。　　He　quietly　lifts　his　_Pilgerstab_　（Pilgrim…staff）；　〃old　business　being　soon　wound　up；〃　and　begins　a　perambulation　and　circumambulation　of　the　terraqueous　Globe！　　Curious　it　is；　indeed；　how　with　such　vivacity　of　conception；　such　intensity　of　feeling；　above　all；　with　these　unconscionable　habits　of　Exaggeration　in　speech；　he　combines　that　wonderful　stillness　of　his；　that　stoicism　in　external　procedure。　　Thus；　if　his　sudden　bereavement；　in　this　matter　of　the　Flower…goddess；　is　talked　of　as　a　real　Doomsday　and　Dissolution　of　Nature；　in　which　light　doubtless　it　partly　appeared　to　himself；　his　own　nature　is　nowise　dissolved　thereby；　but　rather　is　compressed　closer。　　For　once；　as　we　might　say；　a　Blumine　by　magic　appliances　has　unlocked　that　shut　heart　of　his；　and　its　hidden　things　rush　out　tumultuous；　boundless；　like　genii　enfranchised　from　their　glass　vial：　　but　no　sooner　are　your　magic　appliances　withdrawn；　than　the　strange　casket　of　a　heart　springs　to　again；　and　perhaps　there　is　now　no　key　extant　that　will　open　it；　for　a　Teufelsdrockh　as　we　remarked；　will　not　love　a　second　time。　　Singular　Diogenes！　　No　sooner　has　that　heart…rending　occurrence　fairly　taken　place；　than　he　affects　to　regard　it　as　a　thing　natural；　of　which　there　is　nothing　more　to　be　said。　　〃One　highest　hope；　seemingly　legible　in　the　eyes　of　an　Angel；　had　recalled　him　as　out　of　Death…shadows　into　celestial　Life：　　but　a　gleam　of　Tophet　passed　over　the　face　of　his　Angel；　he　was　rapt　away　in　whirlwinds；　and　heard　the　laughter　of　Demons。　　It　was　a　Calenture；〃　adds　he；　〃whereby　the　Youth　saw　green　Paradise…groves　in　the　waste　Ocean…waters：　a　lying　vision；　yet　not　wholly　a　lie；　for　_he_　saw　it。〃　　But　what　things　soever　passed　in　him；　when　he　ceased　to　see　it；　what　ragings　and　despairings　soever　Teufelsdrockh's　soul　was　the　scene　of；　he　has　the　goodness　to　conceal　under　a　quite　opaque　cover　of　Silence。　　We　know　it　well；　the　first　mad　paroxysm　past；　our　brave　Gneschen　collected　his　dismembered　philosophies；　and　buttoned　himself　together；　he　was　meek；　silent；　or　spoke　of　the　weather　and　the　Journals：　　only　by　a　transient　knitting　of　those　shaggy　brows；　by　some　deep　flash　of　those　eyes；　glancing　one　knew　not　whether　with　tear…dew　or　with　fierce　fire；might　you　have　guessed　what　a　Gehenna　was　within：　　that　a　whole　Satanic　School　were　spouting；　though　inaudibly；　there。　　To　consume　your　own　choler；　as　some　chimneys　consume　their　own　smoke；　to　keep　a　whole　Satanic　School　spouting；　if　it　must　spout；　inaudibly；　is　a　negative　yet　no　slight　virtue；　nor　one　of　the　commonest　in　these　times。

Nevertheless；　we　will　not　take　upon　us　to　say；　that　in　the　strange　measure　he　fell　upon；　there　was　not　a　touch　of　latent　Insanity；　whereof　indeed　the　actual　condition　of　these　Documents　in　_Capricornus_　and　_Aquarius　is_　no　bad　emblem。　　His　so　unlimited　Wanderings；　toilsome　enough；　are　without　assigned　or　perhaps　assignable　aim；　internal　Unrest　seems　his　sole　guidance；　he　wanders；　wanders；　as　if　that　curse　of　the　Prophet　had　fallen　on　him；　and　he　were　〃made　like　unto　a　wheel。〃　　Doubtless；　too；　the　chaotic　nature　of　these　Paper…bags　aggravates　our　obscurity。　　Quite　without　note　of　preparation；　for　example；　we　come　upon　the　following　slip：　　〃A　peculiar　feeling　it　is　that　will　rise　in　the　Traveller；　when　turning　some　hill…range　in　his　desert　road；　he　descries　lying　far　below；　embosomed　among　its　groves　and　green　natural　bulwarks；　and　all　diminished　to　a　toy…box；　the　fair　Town；　where　so　many　souls；　as　it　were　seen　and　yet　unseen；　are　driving　their　multifarious　traffic。　　Its　white　steeple　is　then　truly　a　starward…pointing　finger；　the　canopy　of　blue　smoke　seems　like　a　sort　of　Lifebreath：　　for　always；　of　its　own　unity；　the　soul　gives　unity　to　whatsoever　it　looks　on　with　love；　thus　does　the　little　Dwelling…place　of　men；　in　itself　a　congeries　of　houses　and　huts；　become　for　us　an　individual；　almost　a　person。　But　what　thousand　other　thoughts　unite　thereto；　if　the　place　has　to　ourselves　been　the　arena　of　joyous　or　mournful　experiences；　if　perhaps　the　cradle　we　were　rocked　in　still　stands　there；　if　our　Loving　ones　still　dwell　there；　if　our　Buried　ones　there　slumber！〃　　Does　Teufelsdrockh　as　the　wounded　eagle　is　said　to　make　for　its　own　eyrie；　and　indeed　military　deserters；　and　all　hunted　outcast　creatures；　turn　as　if　by　instinct　in　the　direction　of　their　birthland；fly　first；　in　this　extremity；　towards　his　native　Entepfuhl；　but　reflecting　that　there　no　help　awaits　him；　take　only　one　wistful　look　from　the　distance；　and　then　wend　elsewhither？

Little　happier　seems　to　be　his　next　flight：　　into　the　wilds　of　Nature；　as　if　in　her　mother…bosom　he　would　seek　healing。　　So　at　least　we　incline　to　interpret　the　following　Notice；　separated　from　the　former　by　some　considerable　space；　wherein；　however；　is　nothing　noteworthy：

〃Mountains　were　not　new　to　him；　but　rarely　are　Mountains　seen　in　such　combined　majesty　and　grace　as　here。　　The　rocks　are　of　that　sort　called　Primitive　by　the　mineralogists；　which　always　arrange　themselves　in　masses　of　a　rugged；　gigantic　character；　which　ruggedness；　however；　is　here　tempered　by　a　singular　airiness　of　form；　and　softness　of　environment：　　in　a　climate　favorable　to　vegetation；　the　gray　cliff；　itself　covered　with　lichens；　shoots　up　through　a　garment　of　foliage　or　verdure；　and　white；　bright　cottages；　tree…shaded；　cluster　round　the　everlasting　granite。　　In　fine　vicissitude；　Beauty　alternates　with　Grandeur：　　you　ride　through　stony　hollows；　along　strait　passes；　traversed　by　torrents；　overhung　by　high　walls　of　rock；　now　winding　amid　broken　shaggy　chasms；　and　huge　fragments；　now　suddenly　emerging　into　some　emerald　valley；　where　the　streamlet　collects　itself　into　a　Lake；　and　man　has　again　found　a　fair　dwelling；　and　it　seems　as　if　Peace　had　established　herself　in　the　bosom　of　Strength。

〃To　Peace；　however；　in　this　vortex　of　existence；　can　the　Son　of　Time　not　pretend：　　still　less　if　some　Spectre　haunt　him　from　the　Past；　and　the　Future　is　wholly　a　Stygian　Darkness；　spectre…bearing。　　Reasonably　might　the　Wanderer　exclaim　to　himself：　　Are　not　the　gates　of　this　world's　happiness　inexorably　shut　against　thee；　hast　thou　a　hope　that　is　not　mad？　Nevertheless；　one　may　still　murmur　audibly；　or　in　the　original　Greek　if　that　suit　thee　better：　　'Whoso　can　look　on　Death　will　start　at　no　shadows。'

〃From　such　meditations　is　the　Wanderer's　attention　called　outwards；　for　now　the　Valley　closes　in　abruptly；　intersected　by　a　huge　mountain　mass；　the　stony　water…worn　ascent　of　which　is　not　to　be　accomplished　on　horseback。　Arrived　aloft；　he　finds　himself　again　lifted　into　the　evening　sunset　light；　and　cannot　but　pause；　and　gaze　round　him；　some　moments　there。　　An　upland　irregular　expanse　of　wold；　where　valleys　in　complex　branchings　are　suddenly　or　slowly　arranging　their　descent　towards　every　quarter　of　the　sky。　　The　mountain…ranges　are　beneath　your　feet；　and　folded　together：　　only　the　loftier　summits　look　down　here　and　there　as　on　a　second　plain；　lakes　also　lie　clear　and　earnest　in　their　solitude。　　No　trace　of　man　now　visible；　unless　indeed　it　were　he　who　fashioned　that　little　visible　link　of　Highway；　here；　as　would　seem；　scaling　the　inaccessible；　to　unite　Province　with　Province。　　But　sunwards；　lo　you！　how　it　towers　sheer　up；　a　world　of　Mountains；　the　diadem　and　centre　of　the　mountain　region！　　A　hundred　and　a　hundred　savage　peaks；　in　the　last　light　of　Day；　all　glowing；　of　gold　and　amethyst；　like　giant　spirits　of　the　wilderness；　there　in　their　silence；　in　their　solitude；　even　as　on　the　night　when　Noah's　Deluge　first　dried！　Beautiful；　nay　solemn；　was　the　sudden　aspect　to　our　Wanderer。　　He　gazed　over　those　stupendous　masses　with　wonder；　almost　with　longing　desire；　never　till　this　hour　had　he　known　Nature；　that　she　was　One；　that　she　was　his　Mother　and　divine。　　And　as　the　ruddy　glow　was　fading　into　clearness　in　the　sky；　and　the　Sun　had　now　departed；　a　murmur　of　Eternity　and　Immensity；　of　Death　and　of　Life；　stole　through　his　soul；　and　he　felt　as　if　Death　and　Life　were　one；　as　if　the　Earth　were　not　dead；　as　if　the　Spirit　of　the　Earth　had　its　throne　in　that　splendor；　and　his　own　spirit　were　therewith　holding　communion。

〃The　spell　was　broken　by　a　sound　of　carriage…wheels。　　Emerging　from　the　hidden　Northward；　to　sink　soon　into　the　hidden　Southward；　came　a　gay　Barouche…and…four：　　it　was　open；　servants　and　postilions　wore　wedding　favors：　　that　happy　pair；　then；　had　found　each　other；　it　was　their　marriage　evening！　　Few　moments　brought　them　near：　　_Du　Himmel_！　　It　was　Herr　Towgood　andBlumine！　　With　slight　unrecognizing　salutation　they　passed　me；　plunged　down　amid　the　neighboring　thickets；　onwards；　to　Heaven；　and　to　England；　and　I；　in　my　friend　Richter's　words；　_I　remained　alone；　behind　them；　with　the　Night_。〃

Were　it　not　cruel　in　these　circumstances；　here　might　be　the　place　to　insert　an　observation；　gleaned　long　ago　from　the　great　_Clothes…Volume_；　where　it　stands　with　quite　other　intent：　　〃Some　time　before　Small…pox　was　extirpated；〃　says　the　Professor；　〃there　came　a　new　malady　of　the　spiritual　sort　on　Europe：　　I　mean　the　epidemic；　now　endemical；　of　View…hunting。　Poets　of　old　date；　being　privileged　with　Senses；　had　also　enjoyed　external　Nature；　but　chiefly　as　we　enjoy　the　crystal　cup　which　holds　good　or　bad　liquor　for　us；　that　is　to　say；　in　silence；　or　with　slight　incidental　commentary：　　never；　as　I　compute；　till　after　the　_Sorrows　of　Werter_；　was　there　man　found　who　would　say：　　Come　let　us　make　a　Description！　　Having　drunk　the　liquor；　come　let　us　eat　the　glass！　　Of　which　endemic　the　Jenner　is　unhappily　still　to　seek。〃　　Too　true！

We　reckon　it　more　important　to　remark　that　the　Professor's　Wanderings；　so　far　as　his　stoical　and　cynical　envelopment　admits　us　to　clear　insight；　here　first　take　their　permanent　character；　fatuous　or　not。　　That　Basilisk…glance　of　the　Barouche…and…four　seems　to　have　withered　up　what　little　remnant　of　a　purpose　may　have　still　lurked　in　him：　　Life　has　become　wholly　a　dark　labyrinth；　wherein；　through　long　years；　our　Friend；　flying　from　spectres；　has　to　stumble　about　at　random；　and　naturally　with　more　haste　than　progress。

Foolish　were　it　in　us　to　attempt　following　him；　even　from　afar；　in　this　extraordinary　world…pilgrimage　of　his；　the　simplest　record　of　which；　were　clear　record　possible；　would　fill　volumes。　　Hopeless　is　the　obscurity；　unspeakable　the　confusion。　　He　glides　from　country　to　country；　from　condition　to　condition；　vanishing　and　reappearing；　no　man　can　calculate　how　or　where。　　Through　all　quarters　of　the　world　he　wanders；　and　apparently　through　all　circles　of　society。　　If　in　any　scene；　perhaps　difficult　to　fix　geographically；　he　se