f only we could arrive at the time in
which practice should have become practice. Then, as I was about to
depart from the door of Graybody's house, I whispered to myself again
the names of Galileo and Columbus.

"You think that he will come on the thirtieth?" said Graybody, as he
took my hand at parting.

"I think," replied I, "that you and I, as loyal citizens of the
Republic, are bound to suppose that he will do his duty as a
citizen." Then I went, leaving him standing in doubt at his door.

END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.

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VOLUME II.

CHAPTER VII.

COLUMBUS AND GALILEO.

I had left Graybody with a lie on my tongue. I said that I was bound
to suppose that Crasweller would do his duty as a citizen,--by which
I had meant Graybody to understand that I expected my old friend to
submit to deposition. Now I expected nothing of the kind, and it
grieved me to think that I should be driven to such false excuses.
I began to doubt whether my mind would hold its proper bent under
the strain thus laid upon it, and to ask myself whether I was in all
respects sane in entertaining the ideas which filled my mind. Galileo
and Columbus,--Galileo and Columbus! I endeavoured to comfort myself
with these names,--but in a vain, delusive manner; and though I used
them constantly, I was beginning absolutely to hate them. Why could
I not return to my wool-shed, and be contented among my bales, and
my ships, and my credits, as I was of yore, before this theory took
total possession of me? I was doing good then. I robbed no one. I
assisted very many in their walks of life. I was happy in the praises
of all my fellow-citizens. My health was good, and I had ample scope
for my energies then, even as now. But there came on me a day of
success,--a day, shall I say, of glory or of wretchedness? or shall
I not most truly say of both?--and I persuaded my fellow-citizens to
undertake this sad work of the Fixed Period. From that moment all
quiet had left me, and all happiness. Still, it is not necessary that
a man should be happy. I doubt whether Caesar was happy with all those
enemies around him,--Gauls, and Britons, and Romans. If a man be
doing his duty, let him not think too much of that condition of mind
which he calls happiness. Let him despise happiness and do his duty,
and he will in one sense be happy. But if there creep upon him a
doubt as to his duty, if he once begin to feel that he may perh