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figure wandered up and down the space, sometimes to the tops of the mountains, sometimes to the clefts of the rocks. When he saw the stars, he calculated their distances;--when he saw the moon, he weighed her, and guessed about the atmosphere on the other side;--when the gold and diamonds shone in the clefts of the rocks, he gathered and analyzed them. The Leviathan he studied and classed. He groped and reached constantly, and, having gathered, looked at his gatherings, dissatisfied. He was ever searching out knowledge. Meanwhile, a gnat put him in a passion, and unleavened bread destroyed his peace. Though he might sleep on rose-leaves, as he could not command the wind, they came often to double under him, and annoy him with bad dreams. "When shall I be a disembodied spirit, and no longer subject to the petty annoyances that belong to the flesh?" cried he, fretfully. "My knowledge, too, is a moth,--only vexing me by a sense of the limitations of my condition. If I could grasp Nature,--if I could handle the stars,--if I could wake the thunder,--if I could summon the cloud! That would be worth something,--to send the comets on their errands! But what avails it, to know that they go?--how far from me when they start, and how many millions of miles before they turn to come back? If I could move only one of these subtile energies that mock me while I look them in the face!" The philosopher dozed. A storm came on, and swept over all creation. When he awoke, it was clearing away, and one side of the heavens was heaped with gold-lined clouds, and the darkness of the other spanned with the seven-hued bow. He looked admiringly at the clouds and critically at the rainbow, and added to his memorandum-book. "What use?" said he, mournfully; "delicate dew, and refracted light!" He continued to ponder and murmur, to explore, to ascertain, to grumble. He had rheumatic pains, for the elements had no mercy on him; he rubbed himself as he was able, and added to his stores of knowledge. He was very, very learned. When he reached a shelter, he lay down. If no human love welcomed him, and no gentle lip soothed him, he had self-culture, especially in the sciences. All this Fred knew as soon as he looked at him. "If he were wise, he would not stop at knowledge, which is, of course, unsatisfactory,--but dive beyond, as I have done, into the essence of things," said Fred to himself. "If he could pierce through the veil that covers al
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