addressing　himself　to　the　Profession　of　Law；whereof；　indeed；　the　world　has　since　seen　him　a　public　graduate。　　But　omitting　these　broken；　unsatisfactory　thrums　of　Economical　relation；　let　us　present　rather　the　following　small　thread　of　Moral　relation；　and　therewith；　the　reader　for　himself　weaving　it　in　at　the　right　place；　conclude　our　dim　arras…picture　of　these　University　years。
  〃Here　also　it　was　that　I　formed　acquaintance　with　Herr　Towgood；　or；　as　it　is　perhaps　better　written；　Herr　Toughgut；　a　young　person　of　quality　（_von　Adel_）；　from　the　interior　parts　of　England。　　He　stood　connected；　by　blood　and　hospitality；　with　the　Counts　von　Zahdarm；　in　this　quarter　of　Germany；　to　which　noble　Family　I　likewise　was；　by　his　means；　with　all　friendliness；　brought　near。　　Towgood　had　a　fair　talent；　unspeakably　ill…cultivated；　with　considerable　humor　of　character：　　and；　bating　his　total　ignorance；　for　he　knew　nothing　except　Boxing　and　a　little　Grammar；　showed　less　of　that　aristocratic　impassivity；　and　silent　fury；　than　for　most　part　belongs　to　Travellers　of　his　nation。　　To　him　I　owe　my　first　practical　knowledge　of　the　English　and　their　ways；　perhaps　also　something　of　the　partiality　with　which　I　have　ever　since　regarded　that　singular　people。　　Towgood　was　not　without　an　eye；　could　he　have　come　at　any　light。　　Invited　doubtless　by　the　presence　of　the　Zahdarm　Family；　he　had　travelled　hither；　in　the　almost　frantic　hope　of　perfecting　his　studies；　he；　whose　studies　had　as　yet　been　those　of　infancy；　hither　to　a　University　where　so　much　as　the　notion　of　perfection；　not　to　say　the　effort　after　it；　no　longer　existed！　　Often　we　would　condole　over　the　hard　destiny　of　the　Young　in　this　era：　　how；　after　all　our　toil；　we　were　to　be　turned　out　into　the　world；　with　beards　on　our　chins　indeed；　but　with　few　other　attributes　of　manhood；　no　existing　thing　that　we　were　trained　to　Act　on；　nothing　that　we　could　so　much　as　Believe。　　'How　has　our　head　on　the　outside　a　polished　Hat；'　would　Towgood　exclaim；　'and　in　the　inside　Vacancy；　or　a　froth　of　Vocables　and　Attorney…Logic！　　At　a　small　cost　men　are　educated　to　make　leather　into　shoes；　but　at　a　great　cost；　what　am　I　educated　to　make？　　By　Heaven；　Brother！　what　I　have　already　eaten　and　worn；　as　I　came　thus　far；　would　endow　a　considerable　Hospital　of　Incurables。''Man；　indeed；'　I　would　answer；　'has　a　Digestive　Faculty；　which　must　be　kept　working；　were　it　even　partly　by　stealth。　　But　as　for　our　Miseducation；　make　not　bad　worse；　waste　not　the　time　yet　ours；　in　trampling　on　thistles　because　they　have　yielded　us　no　figs。　　_Frisch　zu；　Bruder_！　Here　are　Books；　and　we　have　brains　to　read　them；　here　is　a　whole　Earth　and　a　whole　Heaven；　and　we　have　eyes　to　look　on　them：　　_Frisch　zu_！'
  〃Often　also　our　talk　was　gay；　not　without　brilliancy；　and　even　fire。　　We　looked　out　on　Life；　with　its　strange　scaffolding；　where　all　at　once　harlequins　dance；　and　men　are　beheaded　and　quartered：　　motley；　not　unterrific　was　the　aspect；　but　we　looked　on　it　like　brave　youths。　　For　myself；　these　were　perhaps　my　most　genial　hours。　　Towards　this　young　warm…hearted；　strong…headed　and　wrong…headed　Herr　Towgood　I　was　even　near　experiencing　the　now　obsolete　sentiment　of　Friendship。　　Yes；　foolish　Heathen　that　I　was；　I　felt　that；　under　certain　conditions；　I　could　have　loved　this　man；　and　taken　him　to　my　bosom；　and　been　his　brother　once　and　always。　　By　degrees；　however；　I　understood　the　new　time；　and　its　wants。　　If　man's　_Soul_　is　indeed；　as　in　the　Finnish　Language；　and　Utilitarian　Philosophy；　a　kind　of　_Stomach_；　what　else　is　the　true　meaning　of　Spiritual　Union　but　an　Eating　together？　　Thus　we；　instead　of　Friends；　are　Dinner…guests；　and　here　as　elsewhere　have　cast　away　chimeras。〃
  So　ends；　abruptly　as　is　usual；　and　enigmatically；　this　little　incipient　romance。　　What　henceforth　becomes　of　the　brave　Herr　Towgood；　or　Toughgut？　He　has　dived　under；　in　the　Autobiographical　Chaos；　and　swims　we　see　not　where。　　Does　any　reader　〃in　the　interior　parts　of　England〃　know　of　such　a　man？
  CHAPTER　IV。　GETTING　UNDER　WAY。
  〃Thus　nevertheless；〃　writes　our　Autobiographer；　apparently　as　quitting　College；　〃was　there　realized　Somewhat；　namely；　I；　Diogenes　Teufelsdrockh：　a　visible　Temporary　Figure　（_Zeitbild_）；　occupying　some　cubic　feet　of　Space；　and　containing　within　it　Forces　both　physical　and　spiritual；　hopes；　passions；　thoughts；　the　whole　wondrous　furniture；　in　more　or　less　perfection；　belonging　to　that　mystery；　a　Man。　　Capabilities　there　were　in　me　to　give　battle；　in　some　small　degree；　against　the　great　Empire　of　Darkness：　　does　not　the　very　Ditcher　and　Delver；　with　his　spade；　extinguish　many　a　thistle　and　puddle；　and　so　leave　a　little　Order；　where　he　found　the　opposite？　　Nay　your　very　Day…moth　has　capabilities　in　this　kind；　and　ever　organizes　something　（into　its　own　Body；　if　no　otherwise）；　which　was　before　Inorganic；　and　of　mute　dead　air　makes　living　music；　though　only　of　the　faintest；　by　humming。
  〃How　much　more；　one　whose　capabilities　are　spiritual；　who　has　learned；　or　begun　learning；　the　grand　thaumaturgic　art　of　Thought！　　Thaumaturgic　I　name　it；　for　hitherto　all　Miracles　have　been　wrought　thereby；　and　henceforth　innumerable　will　be　wrought；　whereof　we；　even　in　these　days；　witness　some。　Of　the　Poet's　and　Prophet's　inspired　Message；　and　how　it　makes　and　unmakes　whole　worlds；　I　shall　forbear　mention：　　but　cannot　the　dullest　hear　Steam…engines　clanking　around　him？　　Has　he　not　seen　the　Scottish　Brass…smith's　IDEA　（and　this　but　a　mechanical　one）　travelling　on　fire…wings　round　the　Cape；　and　across　two　Oceans；　and　stronger　than　any　other　Enchanter's　Familiar；　on　all　hands　unweariedly　fetching　and　carrying：　　at　home；　not　only　weaving　Cloth；　but　rapidly　enough　overturning　the　whole　old　system　of　Society；　and；　for　Feudalism　and　Preservation　of　the　Game；　preparing　us；　by　indirect　but　sure　methods；　Industrialism　and　the　Government　of　the　Wisest？　　Truly　a　Thinking　Man　is　the　worst　enemy　the　Prince　of　Darkness　can　have；　every　time　such　a　one　announces　himself；　I　doubt　not；　there　runs　a　shudder　through　the　Nether　Empire；　and　new　Emissaries　are　trained；　with　new　tactics；　to；　if　possible；　entrap　him；　and　hoodwink　and　handcuff　him。
  〃With　such　high　vocation　had　I　too；　as　denizen　of　the　Universe；　been　called。　　Unhappy　it　is；　however；　that　though　born　to　the　amplest　Sovereignty；　in　this　way；　with　no　less　than　sovereign　right　of　Peace　and　War　against　the　Time…Prince　（_Zeitfurst_）；　or　Devil；　and　all　his　Dominions；　your　coronation…ceremony　costs　such　trouble；　your　sceptre　is　so　difficult　to　get　at；　or　even　to　get　eye　on！〃
  By　which　last　wire…drawn　similitude　does　Teufelsdrockh　mean　no　more　than　that　young　men　find　obstacles　in　what　we　call　〃getting　under　way〃？　　〃Not　what　I　Have；〃　continues　he；　〃but　what　I　Do　is　my　Kingdom。　　To　each　is　given　a　certain　inward　Talent；　a　certain　outward　Environment　of　Fortune；　to　each；　by　wisest　combination　of　these　two；　a　certain　maximum　of　Capability。　　But　the　hardest　problem　were　ever　this　first：　　To　find　by　study　of　yourself；　and　of　the　ground　you　stand　on；　what　your　combined　inward　and　outward　Capability　specially　is。　　For；　alas；　our　young　soul　is　all　budding　with　Capabilities；　and　we　see　not　yet　which　is　the　main　and　true　one。　　Always　too　the　new　man　is　in　a　new　time；　under　new　conditions；　his　course　can　be　the　_fac…simile_　of　no　prior　one；　but　is　by　its　nature　original。　　And　then　how　seldom　will　the　outward　Capability　fit　the　inward：　　though　talented　wonderfully　enough；　we　are　poor；　unfriended；　dyspeptical；　bashful；　nay　what　is　worse　than　all；　we　are　foolish。　　Thus；　in　a　whole　imbroglio　of　Capabilities；　we　go　stupidly　groping　about；　to　grope　which　is　ours；　and　often　clutch　the　wrong　one：　　in　this　mad　work　must　several　years　of　our　small　term　be　spent；　till　the　purblind　Youth；　by　practice；　acquire　notions　of　distance；　and　become　a　seeing　Man。　　Nay；　many　so　spend　their　whole　term；　and　in　ever…new　expectation；　ever…new　disappointment；　shift　from　enterprise　to　enterprise；　and　from　side　to　side：　　till　at　length；　as　exasperated　striplings　of　threescore…and…ten；　they　shift　into　their　last　enterprise；　that　of　getting　buried。
  〃Such；　since　the　most　of　us　are　too　ophthalmic；　would　be　the　general　fate；　were　it　not　that　one　thing　saves　us：　　our　Hunger。　　For　on　this　ground；　as　the　prompt　nature　of　Hunger　is　well　known；　must　a　prompt　choice　be　made：　hence　have　we；　with　wise　foresight；　Indentures　and　Apprenticeships　for　our　irrational　young；　whereby；　in　due　season；　the　vague　universality　of　a　Man　shall　find　himself　ready…moulded　into　a　specific　Craftsman；　and　so　thenceforth　work；　with　much　or　with　little　waste　of　Capability　as　it　may　be；　yet　not　with　the　worst　waste；　that　of　time。　　Nay　even　in　matters　spiritual；　since　the　spiritual　artist　too　is　born　blind；　and　does　not；　like　certain　other　creatures；　receive　sight　in　nine　days；　but　far　later；　sometimes　never；is　it　not　well　that　there　should　be　what　we　call　Professions；　or　Bread…studies　（_Brodzwecke_）；　preappointed　us？　　Here；　circling　like　the　gin…horse；　for　whom　partial　or　total　blindness　is　no　evil；　the　Bread…artist　can　travel　contentedly　round　and　round；　still　fancying　that　it　is　forward　and　forward；　and　realize　much：　　for　himself　victual；　for　the　world　an　additional　horse's　power　in　the　grand　corn…mill　or　hemp…mill　of