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  butwhatmemberofParliamenthadhalfhispower?Itistruethatinfar-offprovincesmendidnottalkdailyofTomTowersbuttheyreadTheJupiter,andacknowledgedthatwithoutTheJupiterlifewasnotworthhaving。Thiskindofhiddenbutstillconsciousglorysuitedthenatureoftheman。

  Helovedtositsilentinacornerofhisclubandlistentotheloudchatteringofpoliticians,andtothinkhowtheyallwereinhispower——howhecouldsmitetheloudestofthem,wereitworthhiswhiletoraisehispenforsuchapurpose。Helovedtowatchthegreatmenofwhomhedailywrote,andflatterhimselfthathewasgreaterthananyofthem。Eachofthemwasresponsibletohiscountry,eachofthemmustanswerifinquiredinto,eachofthemmustendureabusewithgoodhumour,andinsolencewithoutanger。Buttowhomwashe,TomTowers,responsible?Noonecouldinsulthim;noonecouldinquireintohim。Hecouldspeakoutwitheringwords,andnoonecouldanswerhim:ministerscourtedhim,thoughperhapstheyknewnothisname;bishopsfearedhim;judgesdoubtedtheirownverdictsunlessheconfirmedthem;andgenerals,intheircouncilsofwar,didnotconsidermoredeeplywhattheenemywoulddo,thanwhatTheJupiterwouldsay。

  TomTowersneverboastedofTheJupiter;hescarcelyevernamedthepapereventothemostintimateofhisfriends;hedidnotevenwishtobespokenofasconnectedwithit;buthedidnotthelessvaluehisprivileges,orthinkthelessofhisownimportance。ItisprobablethatTomTowersconsideredhimselfthemostpowerfulmaninEurope;andsohewalkedonfromdaytoday,studiouslystrivingtolookaman,butknowingwithinhisbreastthathewasagod。

  TomTowers,DrAnticant,andMrSentiment’Ah,Bold!howareyou?Youhaven’tbreakfasted?’

  ’Ohyes,hoursago。Andhowareyou?’

  WhenoneEsquimaumeetsanother,dothetwo,asaninvariablerule,askaftereachother’shealth?isitinherentinallhumannaturetomakethisobliginginquiry?Didanyreaderofthistaleevermeetanyfriendoracquaintancewithoutaskingsomesuchquestion,anddidanyoneeverlistentothereply?

  Sometimesastudiouslycourteousquestionerwillshowsomuchthoughtinthematterastoanswerithimself,bydeclaringthathadhelookedatyouheneedn’thaveasked;meaningtherebytosignifythatyouareanabsolutepersonificationofhealth:butsuchpersonsareonlythosewhopremeditatesmalleffects。

  ’Isupposeyou’rebusy?’inquiredBold。

  ’Why,yes,rather;orIshouldsayrathernot。Ihavealeisurehourintheday,thisisit。’

  ’Iwanttoaskyouifyoucanobligemeinacertainmatter。’

  Towersunderstoodinamoment,fromthetoneofhisfriend’svoice,thatthecertainmatterreferredtothenewspaper。

  Hesmiled,andnoddedhishead,butmadenopromise。

  ’YouknowthislawsuitthatI’vebeenengagedin,’saidBold。

  TomTowersintimatedthathewasawareoftheactionwhichwaspendingaboutthehospital。

  ’Well,I’veabandonedit。’

  TomTowersmerelyraisedhiseyebrows,thrusthishandsintohistrowserspockets,andwaitedforhisfriendtoproceed。

  ’Yes,I’vegivenitup。Ineedn’ttroubleyouwithallthehistory;butthefactisthattheconductofMrHarding——

  MrHardingisthe——’

  ’Ohyes,themasteroftheplace;themanwhotakesallthemoneyanddoesnothing,’saidTomTowers,interruptinghim。

  ’Well,Idon’tknowaboutthat;buthisconductinthematterhasbeensoexcellent,solittleselfish,soopen,thatI

  cannotproceedinthemattertohisdetriment。’Bold’sheartmisgavehimastoEleanorashesaidthis;andyethefeltthatwhathesaidwasnotuntrue。’Ithinknothingshouldnowbedonetillthewardenshipbevacant。’

  ’Andbeagainfilled,’saidTowers,’asitcertainlywould,beforeanyoneheardofthevacancy;andthesameobjectionwouldagainexist。It’sanoldstorythatofthevestedrightsoftheincumbent;butsupposetheincumbenthasonlyavestedwrong,andthatthepoorofthetownhaveavestedright,iftheyonlyknewhowtogetatit:isnotthatsomethingthecasehere?’

  Boldcouldn’tdenyit,butthoughtitwasoneofthosecaseswhichrequiredagooddealofmanagementbeforeanyrealgoodcouldbedone。Itwasapitythathehadnotconsideredthisbeforehecreptintothelion’smouth,intheshapeofanattorney’soffice。

  ’Itwillcostyouagooddeal,Ifear,’saidTowers。

  ’Afewhundreds,’saidBold——’perhapsthreehundred;I

  can’thelpthat,andampreparedforit。’

  ’That’sphilosophical。It’squiterefreshingtohearamantalkingofhishundredsinsopurelyindifferentamanner。

  ButI’msorryyouaregivingthematterup。Itinjuresamantocommenceathingofthiskind,andnotcarryitthrough。

  Haveyouseenthat?’andhethrewasmallpamphletacrossthetable,whichwasallbutdampfromthepress。

  Boldhadnotseenitnorheardofit;buthewaswellacquaintedwiththeauthorofit——agentlemanwhosepamphlets,condemnatoryofallthingsinthesemoderndays,hadbeenagooddealtalkedaboutoflate。

  DrPessimistAnticantwasaScotchman,whohadpassedagreatportionofhisearlydaysinGermany;hehadstudiedtherewithmucheffect,andhadlearnttolookwithGermansubtiltyintotherootofthings,andtoexamineforhimselftheirintrinsicworthandworthlessness。Nomaneverresolvedmorebravelythanhetoacceptasgoodnothingthatwasevil;tobanishfromhimasevilnothingthatwasgood。

  ’Tisapitythatheshouldnothaverecognisedthefact,thatinthisworldnogoodisunalloyed,andthatthereisbutlittleevilthathasnotinitsomeseedofwhatisgoodly。

  ReturningfromGermany,hehadastonishedthereadingpublicbythevigourofhisthoughts,putforthinthequaintestlanguage。HecannotwriteEnglish,saidthecritics。Nomatter,saidthepublic;wecanreadwhathedoeswrite,andthatwithoutyawning。AndsoDrPessimistAnticantbecamePopular。Popularityspoilthimforallfurtherrealuse,asithasdonemanyanother。While,withsomediffidence,heconfinedhisobjurgationstotheoccasionalfolliesorshortcomingsofmankind;whileheridiculedtheenergyofthesquiredevotedtotheslaughterofpartridges,orthemistakeofsomenoblepatronwhoturnedapoetintoagaugerofbeer-

  barrels,itwasallwell;weweregladtobetoldourfaultsandtolookforwardtothecomingmillennium,whenallmen,havingsufficientlystudiedtheworksofDrAnticant,wouldbecometruthfulandenergetic。Butthedoctormistookthesignsofthetimesandthemindsofmen,institutedhimselfcensorofthingsingeneral,andbeganthegreattaskofreprobatingeverythingandeverybody,withoutfurtherpromiseofanymillenniumatall。Thiswasnotsowell;and,totellthetruth,ourauthordidnotsucceedinhisundertaking。Histheorieswereallbeautiful,andthecodeofmoralsthathetaughtuscertainlyanimprovementonthepracticesoftheage。Weallofuscould,andmanyofusdid,learnmuchfromthedoctorwhilehechosetoremainvague,mysterious,andcloudy:butwhenhebecamepractical,thecharmwasgone。

  Hisallusiontothepoetandthepartridgeswasreceivedverywell。’Oh,mypoorbrother,’saidhe,’slaughteredpartridgesascoreofbracetoeachgun,andpoetsgaugingale-

  barrels,withsixtypoundsayear,atDumfries,arenotthesignsofagreatera!——perhapsofthesmallestpossibleerayetwrittenof。Whatevereconomieswepursue,politicalorother,letusseeatoncethatthisisthemaddestoftheuneconomic:

  partridgeskilledbyourlandmagnatesat,shallwesay,aguineaahead,toberetailedinLeadenhallatoneshillingandninepence,withonepoacherinlimboforeveryfiftybirds!

  ourpoet,maker,creator,gaugingale,andthatbadly,withnoleisureformakingorcreating,onlyalittleleisurefordrinking,andsuchlikebeer-barrelavocations!Truly,acuttingofblockswithfinerazorswhilewescrapeourchinssouncomfortablywithrustyknives!Oh,mypoliticaleconomist,masterofsupplyanddemand,divisionoflabourandhighpressure——oh,myloud-speakingfriend,tellme,ifsomuchbeinyou,whatisthedemandforpoetsinthesekingdomsofQueenVictoria,andwhatthevouchsafedsupply?’

  Thiswasallverywell:thisgaveussomehope。Wemightdobetterwithournextpoet,whenwegotone;andthoughthepartridgesmightnotbeabandoned,somethingcouldperhapsbedoneastothepoachers。Wewereunwilling,however,totakelessonsinpoliticsfromsomistyaprofessor;andwhenhecametotellusthattheheroesofWestminsterwerenaught,webegantothinkthathehadwrittenenough。Hisattackupondespatchboxeswasnotthoughttohavemuchinit;butasitisshort,thedoctorshallagainbeallowedtospeakhissentiments。

  ’Couldutmostingenuityinthemanagementofredtapeavailanythingtomenlyinggasping——wemaysay,allbutdead;coulddespatchboxeswithnever-so-muchvelvetliningandChubb’spatentbeofcomforttoapeopleinextremes,I

  also,withsomanyothers,would,withparchedtongue,callonthenameofLordJohnRussell;or,mybrother,atyouradvice,onLordAberdeen;or,mycousin,onLordDerby,atyours;being,withmyparchedtongue,indifferenttosuchmatters。’Tisallone。Oh,Derby!Oh,Gladstone!Oh,Palmerston!Oh,LordJohn!Eachcomesrunningwithserenefaceanddespatchbox。Vainphysicians!thoughtherewerehostsofsuch,nodespatchboxwillcurethisdisorder!

  What!arethereotherdoctors’newnames,discipleswhohavenotburdenedtheirsoulswithtape?Well,letuscallagain。

  Oh,Disraeli,greatoppositionist,manofthebitterbrow!or,Oh,Molesworth,greatreformer,thouwhopromisestUtopia。

  Theycome;eachwiththatsereneface,andeach——alas,me!

  alas,mycountry!——eachwithadespatchbox!

  ’Oh,theserenityofDowningStreet!

  ’Mybrothers,whenhopewasoveronthebattle-field,whennodimmestchanceofvictoryremained,theancientRomancouldhidehisfacewithinhistoga,anddiegracefully。CanyouandIdosonow?Ifso,’twerebestforus;ifnot,ohmybrothers,wemustdiedisgracefully,forhopeoflifeandvictoryIseenonelefttousinthisworldbelow。Iforonecannottrustmuchtoserenefaceanddespatchbox!’

  Theremightbetruthinthis,theremightbedepthofreasoning;

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