erhaps　prudent　in　Mankind　to　strike　the　bargain？〃
  Thus　is　Teufelsdrockh；　content　that　old　sick　Society　should　be　deliberately　burnt　（alas；　with　quite　other　fuel　than　spice…wood）；　in　the　faith　that　she　is　a　Phoenix；　and　that　a　new　heaven…born　young　one　will　rise　out　of　her　ashes！　　We　ourselves；　restricted　to　the　duty　of　Indicator；　shall　forbear　commentary。　　Meanwhile；　will　not　the　judicious　reader　shake　his　head；　and　reproachfully；　yet　more　in　sorrow　than　in　anger；　say　or　think：　　From　a　_Doctor　utriusque　Juris_；　titular　Professor　in　a　University；　and　man　to　whom　hitherto；　for　his　services；　Society；　bad　as　she　is；　has　given　not　only　food　and　raiment　（of　a　kind）；　but　books；　tobacco　and　gukguk；　we　expected　more　gratitude　to　his　benefactress；　and　less　of　a　blind　trust　in　the　future　which　resembles　that　rather　of　a　philosophical　Fatalist　and　Enthusiast；　than　of　a　solid　householder　paying　scot…and…lot　in　a　Christian　country。
  CHAPTER　VI。　OLD　CLOTHES。
  As　mentioned　above；　Teufelsdrockh；　though　a　Sansculottist；　is　in　practice　probably　the　politest　man　extant：　　his　whole　heart　and　life　are　penetrated　and　informed　with　the　spirit　of　politeness；　a　noble　natural　Courtesy　shines　through　him；　beautifying　his　vagaries；　like　sunlight；　making　a　rosyfingered；　rainbow…dyed　Aurora　out　of　mere　aqueous　clouds；　nay　brightening　London…smoke　itself　into　gold　vapor；　as　from　the　crucible　of　an　alchemist。　　Hear　in　what　earnest　though　fantastic　wise　he　expresses　himself　on　this　head：
  〃Shall　Courtesy　be　done　only　to　the　rich；　and　only　by　the　rich？　　In　Good…breeding；　which　differs；　if　at　all；　from　High…breeding；　only　as　it　gracefully　remembers　the　rights　of　others；　rather　than　gracefully　insists　on　its　own　rights；　I　discern　no　special　connection　with　wealth　or　birth：　but　rather　that　it　lies　in　human　nature　itself；　and　is　due　from　all　men　towards　all　men。　　Of　a　truth；　were　your　Schoolmaster　at　his　post；　and　worth　anything　when　there；　this；　with　so　much　else；　would　be　reformed。　　Nay；　each　man　were　then　also　his　neighbor's　schoolmaster；　till　at　length　a　rude…visaged；　unmannered　Peasant　could　no　more　be　met　with；　than　a　Peasant　unacquainted　with　botanical　Physiology；　or　who　felt　not　that　the　clod　he　broke　was　created　in　Heaven。
  〃For　whether　thou　bear　a　sceptre　or　a　sledge…hammer；　art　not　thou　ALIVE；　is　not　this　thy　brother　ALIVE？　　'There　is　but　one　temple　in　the　world；'　says　Novalis；　'and　that　temple　is　the　Body　of　Man。　　Nothing　is　holier　than　this　high　Form。　　Bending　before　men　is　a　reverence　done　to　this　Revelation　in　the　Flesh。　　We　touch　Heaven；　when　we　lay　our　hands　on　a　human　Body。'
  〃On　which　ground；　I　would　fain　carry　it　farther　than　most　do；　and　whereas　the　English　Johnson　only　bowed　to　every　Clergyman；　or　man　with　a　shovel…hat；　I　would　bow　to　every　Man　with　any　sort　of　hat；　or　with　no　hat　whatever。　　Is　not　he　a　Temple；　then；　the　visible　Manifestation　and　Impersonation　of　the　Divinity？　　And　yet；　alas；　such　indiscriminate　bowing　serves　not。　　For　there　is　a　Devil　dwells　in　man；　as　well　as　a　Divinity；　and　too　often　the　bow　is　but　pocketed　by　the　_former_。　　It　would　go　to　the　pocket　of　Vanity　（which　is　your　clearest　phasis　of　the　Devil；　in　these　times）；　therefore　must　we　withhold　it。
  〃The　gladder　am　I；　on　the　other　hand；　to　do　reverence　to　those　Shells　and　outer　Husks　of　the　Body；　wherein　no　devilish　passion　any　longer　lodges；　but　only　the　pure　emblem　and　effigies　of　Man：　　I　mean；　to　Empty；　or　even　to　Cast　Clothes。　　Nay；　is　it　not　to　Clothes　that　most　men　do　reverence：　　to　the　fine　frogged　broadcloth；　nowise　to　the　'straddling　animal　with　bandy　legs'　which　it　holds；　and　makes　a　Dignitary　of？　　Who　ever　saw　any　Lord　my…lorded　in　tattered　blanket　fastened　with　wooden　skewer？　　Nevertheless；　I　say；　there　is　in　such　worship　a　shade　of　hypocrisy；　a　practical　deception：　for　how　often　does　the　Body　appropriate　what　was　meant　for　the　Cloth　only！　Whoso　would　avoid　falsehood；　which　is　the　essence　of　all　Sin；　will　perhaps　see　good　to　take　a　different　course。　　That　reverence　which　cannot　act　without　obstruction　and　perversion　when　the　Clothes　are　full；　may　have　free　course　when　they　are　empty。　　Even　as；　for　Hindoo　Worshippers；　the　Pagoda　is　not　less　sacred　than　the　God；　so　do　I　too　worship　the　hollow　cloth　Garment　with　equal　fervor；　as　when　it　contained　the　Man：　　nay；　with　more；　for　I　now　fear　no　deception；　of　myself　or　of　others。
  〃Did　not　King　_Toomtabard_；　or；　in　other　words；　John　Baliol；　reign　long　over　Scotland；　the　man　John　Baliol　being　quite　gone；　and　only　the　'Toom　Tabard'　（Empty　Gown）　remaining？　　What　still　dignity　dwells　in　a　suit　of　Cast　Clothes！　　How　meekly　it　bears　its　honors！　　No　haughty　looks；　no　scornful　gesture：　　silent　and　serene；　it　fronts　the　world；　neither　demanding　worship；　nor　afraid　to　miss　it。　　The　Hat　still　carries　the　physiognomy　of　its　Head：　　but　the　vanity　and　the　stupidity；　and　goose…speech　which　was　the　sign　of　these　two；　are　gone。　　The　Coat…arm　is　stretched　out；　but　not　to　strike；　the　Breeches；　in　modest　simplicity；　depend　at　ease；　and　now　at　last　have　a　graceful　flow；　the　Waistcoat　hides　no　evil　passion；　no　riotous　desire；　hunger　or　thirst　now　dwells　not　in　it。　Thus　all　is　purged　from　the　grossness　of　sense；　from　the　carking　cares　and　foul　vices　of　the　World；　and　rides　there；　on　its　Clothes…horse；　as；　on　a　Pegasus；　might　some　skyey　Messenger；　or　purified　Apparition；　visiting　our　low　Earth。
  〃Often；　while　I　sojourned　in　that　monstrous　tuberosity　of　Civilized　Life；　the　Capital　of　England；　and　meditated；　and　questioned　Destiny；　under　that　ink…sea　of　vapor；　black；　thick；　and　multifarious　as　Spartan　broth；　and　was　one　lone　soul　amid　those　grinding　millions；often　have　I　turned　into　their　Old…Clothes　Market　to　worship。　　With　awe…struck　heart　I　walk　through　that　Monmouth　Street；　with　its　empty　Suits；　as　through　a　Sanhedrim　of　stainless　Ghosts。　　Silent　are　they；　but　expressive　in　their　silence：　　the　past　witnesses　and　instruments　of　Woe　and　Joy；　of　Passions；　Virtues；　Crimes；　and　all　the　fathomless　tumult　of　Good　and　Evil　in　'the　Prison　men　call　Life。'　Friends！　trust　not　the　heart　of　that　man　for　whom　Old　Clothes　are　not　venerable。　　Watch；　too；　with　reverence；　that　bearded　Jewish　High…priest；　who　with　hoarse　voice；　like　some　Angel　of　Doom；　summons　them　from　the　four　winds！　　On　his　head；　like　the　Pope；　he　has　three　Hats；a　real　triple　tiara；　on　either　hand　are　the　similitude　of　wings；　whereon　the　summoned　Garments　come　to　alight；　and　ever；　as　he　slowly　cleaves　the　air；　sounds　forth　his　deep　fateful　note；　as　if　through　a　trumpet　he　were　proclaiming：　'Ghosts　of　Life；　come　to　Judgment！'　　Reck　not；　ye　fluttering　Ghosts：　　he　will　purify　you　in　his　Purgatory；　with　fire　and　with　water；　and；　one　day；　new…created　ye　shall　reappear。　　Oh；　let　him　in　whom　the　flame　of　Devotion　is　ready　to　go　out；　who　has　never　worshipped；　and　knows　not　what　to　worship；　pace　and　repace；　with　austerest　thought；　the　pavement　of　Monmouth　Street；　and　say　whether　his　heart　and　his　eyes　still　continue　dry。　　If　Field　Lane；　with　its　long　fluttering　rows　of　yellow　handkerchiefs；　be　a　Dionysius'　Ear；　where；　in　stifled　jarring　hubbub；　we　hear　the　Indictment　which　Poverty　and　Vice　bring　against　lazy　Wealth；　that　it　has　left　them　there　cast　out　and　trodden　under　foot　of　Want；　Darkness　and　the　Devil；then　is　Monmouth　Street　a　Mirza's　Hill；　where；　in　motley　vision；　the　whole　Pageant　of　Existence　passes　awfully　before　us；　with　its　wail　and　jubilee；　mad　loves　and　mad　hatreds；　church…bells　and　gallows…ropes；　farce…tragedy；　beast…godhood；the　Bedlam　of　Creation！〃
  To　most　men；　as　it　does　to　ourselves；　all　this　will　seem　overcharged。　　We　too　have　walked　through　Monmouth　Street；　but　with　little　feeling　of　〃Devotion：〃　　probably　in　part　because　the　contemplative　process　is　so　fatally　broken　in　upon　by　the　brood　of　money…changers　who　nestle　in　that　Church；　and　importune　the　worshipper　with　merely　secular　proposals。　Whereas　Teufelsdrockh；　might　be　in　that　happy　middle　state；　which　leaves　to　the　Clothes…broker　no　hope　either　of　sale　or　of　purchase；　and　so　be　allowed　to　linger　there　without　molestation。Something　we　would　have　given　to　see　the　little　philosophical　figure；　with　its　steeple…hat　and　loose　flowing　skirts；　and　eyes　in　a　fine　frenzy；　〃pacing　and　repacing　in　austerest　thought〃　that　foolish　Street；　which　to　him　was　a　true　Delphic　avenue；　and　supernatural　Whispering…gallery；　where　the　〃Ghosts　of　Life〃　rounded　strange　secrets　in　his　ear。　　O　thou　philosophic　Teufelsdrockh；　that　listenest　while　others　only　gabble；　and　with　thy　quick　tympanum　hearest　the　grass　grow！
  At　the　same　time；　is　it　not　strange　that；　in　Paper…bag　Documents　destined　for　an　English　work；　there　exists　nothing　like　an　authentic　diary　of　this　his　sojourn　in　London；　and　of　his　Meditations　among　the　Clothes…shops　only　the　obscurest　emblematic　shadows？　　Neither；　in　conversation　（for；　indeed；　he　was　not　a　man　to　pester　you　with　his　Travels）；　have　we　heard　him　more　than　allude　to　the　subject。
  For　the　rest；　however；　it　cannot　be　uninteresting　that　we　here　find　how　early　the　significance　of　Clothes　had　dawned　on　the　now　so　distinguished　Clothes…Professor。　　Might　we　but　fancy　it　to　have　been　even　in　Monmouth　Street；　at　the　bottom　of　our　own　English　〃ink…sea；〃　that　this　remarkable　Volume　first　took　being；　and　shot　forth　its