o whom cruel
Fact alone will be able to prove responsive. It is like jesting
Pilate asking, What is Truth? Jesting Pilate had not the
smallest chance to ascertain what was Truth. He could not have
known it, had a god shewn it to him. Thick serene opacity,
thicker than amaurosis, veiled those smiling eyes of his to
Truth; the inner _retina_ of them was gone paralytic, dead. He
looked at Truth; and discerned her not, there where she stood.
"What is justice?" The clothed embodied justice that sits in
Westminster Hall, with penalties, parchments, tipstaves, is very
visible. But the unembodied justice, whereof that other is
either an emblem, or else is a fearful indescribability, is not
so visible! For the unembodied Justice is of Heaven; a Spirit,
and Divinity of Heaven,--invisible to all but the noble and pure
of soul. The impure ignoble gaze with eyes, and she is not
there. They will prove it to you by logic, by endless Hansard
Debatings, by bursts of Parliamentary eloquence. It is not
consolatory to behold! For properly, as many men as there are in
a Nation who _can_ withal see Heaven's invisible Justice, and
know it to be on Earth also omnipotent, so many men are there who
stand between a Nation and perdition. So many, and no more.
Heavy-laden England, how many hast thou in this hour? The
Supreme Power sends new and ever new, all _born_ at least with
hearts of flesh and not of stone;--and heavy Misery itself, once
heavy enough, will prove didactic!--

Chapter III

Manchester Insurrection

Blusterowski, Colacorde, and other Editorial prophets of the
Continental Democratic Movement, have in their leading-articles
shewn themselves disposed to vilipend the late Manchester
Insurrection, as evincing in the rioters an extreme backwardness
to battle; nay as betokening, in the English People itself,
perhaps a want of the proper animal-courage indispensable in
these ages. A million hungry operative men started up, in utmost
paroxysm of desperate protest against their lot; and, ask
Colacorde and company, How many shots were fired? Very few in
comparison! Certain hundreds of drilled soldiers sufficed to
suppress this million-headed hydra's and tread it down, without
the smallest appeasement or hope of such, into its subterranean
settlements again, there to reconsider itself. Compared
with our revolts in Lyons, in Warsaw and elsewhere, to say
nothing of incomparable Paris City past or present, w