with　all　the　parchment　laws　of　a　hundred　system…shapers；　and　the
  pikes　of　his　dauntless　multitude；　carve；　at　his　will；　a
  constitution　not　more　vicious　than　the　one　which　the　madness　of　a
  mob　could　overthrow？　　When；　in　that　far　time　to　which　I　have
  referred；　the　student　aspired　to　the　heights　to　which　thou
  wouldst　have　sprung　at　a　single　bound；　he　was　trained　from　his
  very　cradle　to　the　career　he　was　to　run。　　The　internal　and　the
  outward　nature　were　made　clear　to　his　eyes；　year　after　year；　as
  they　opened　on　the　day。　　He　was　not　admitted　to　the　practical
  initiation　till　not　one　earthly　wish　chained　that　sublimest
  faculty　which　you　call　the　IMAGINATION；　one　carnal　desire　clouded
  the　penetrative　essence　that　you　call　the　INTELLECT。　　And　even
  then；　and　at　the　best；　how　few　attained　to　the　last　mystery！
  Happier　inasmuch　as　they　attained　the　earlier　to　the　holy　glories
  for　which　Death　is　the　heavenliest　gate。〃
  Zanoni　paused；　and　a　shade　of　thought　and　sorrow　darkened　his
  celestial　beauty。
  〃And　are　there；　indeed；　others；　besides　thee　and　Mejnour；　who　lay
  claim　to　thine　attributes；　and　have　attained　to　thy　secrets？〃
  〃Others　there　have　been　before　us；　but　we　two　now　are　alone　on
  earth。〃
  〃Imposter；　thou　betrayest　thyself！　　If　they　could　conquer　Death；
  why　live　they　not　yet？〃　（Glyndon　appears　to　forget　that　Mejnour
  had　before　answered　the　very　question　which　his　doubts　here　a
  second　time　suggest。）
  〃Child　of　a　day！〃　answered　Zanoni；　mournfully；　〃have　I　not　told
  thee　the　error　of　our　knowledge　was　the　forgetfulness　of　the
  desires　and　passions　which　the　spirit　never　can　wholly　and
  permanently　conquer　while　this　matter　cloaks　it？　　Canst　thou
  think　that　it　is　no　sorrow；　either　to　reject　all　human　ties；　all
  friendship；　and　all　love；　or　to　see；　day　after　day；　friendship
  and　love　wither　from　our　life；　as　blossoms　from　the　stem？　　Canst
  thou　wonder　how；　with　the　power　to　live　while　the　world　shall
  last；　ere　even　our　ordinary　date　be　finished　we　yet　may　prefer　to
  die？　　Wonder　rather　that　there　are　two　who　have　clung　so
  faithfully　to　earth！　　Me；　I　confess；　that　earth　can　enamour　yet。
  Attaining　to　the　last　secret　while　youth　was　in　its　bloom；　youth
  still　colours　all　around　me　with　its　own　luxuriant　beauty；　to　me；
  yet；　to　breathe　is　to　enjoy。　　The　freshness　has　not　faded　from
  the　face　of　Nature；　and　not　an　herb　in　which　I　cannot　discover　a
  new　charm；an　undetected　wonder。
  As　with　my　youth；　so　with　Mejnour's　age：　　he　will　tell　you　that
  life　to　him　is　but　a　power　to　examine；　and　not　till　he　has
  exhausted　all　the　marvels　which　the　Creator　has　sown　on　earth；
  would　he　desire　new　habitations　for　the　renewed　Spirit　to
  explore。　　We　are　the　types　of　the　two　essences　of　what　is
  imperishable；'ART；　that　enjoys；　and　SCIENCE；　that
  contemplates！'　　And　now；　that　thou　mayest　be　contented　that　the
  secrets　are　not　vouchsafed　to　thee；　learn　that　so　utterly　must
  the　idea　detach　itself　from　what　makes　up　the　occupation　and
  excitement　of　men；　so　must　it　be　void　of　whatever　would　covet；　or
  love；　or　hate；that　for　the　ambitious　man；　for　the　lover；　the
  hater；　the　power　avails　not。　　And　I；　at　last；　bound　and　blinded
  by　the　most　common　of　household　ties；　I；　darkened　and　helpless；
  adjure　thee；　the　baffled　and　discontented；I　adjure　thee　to
  direct；　to　guide　me；　where　are　they？　　Oh；　tell　me；speak！　　My
  wife；my　child？　　Silent！oh；　thou　knowest　now　that　I　am　no
  sorcerer；　no　enemy。　　I　cannot　give　thee　what　thy　faculties　deny；
  I　cannot　achieve　what　the　passionless　Mejnour　failed　to
  accomplish；　but　I　can　give　thee　the　next…best　boon；　perhaps　the
  fairest；I　can　reconcile　thee　to　the　daily　world；　and　place
  peace　between　thy　conscience　and　thyself。〃
  〃Wilt　thou　promise？〃
  〃By　their　sweet　lives；　I　promise！〃
  Glyndon　looked　and　believed。　　He　whispered　the　address　to　the
  house　whither　his　fatal　step　already　had　brought　woe　and　doom。
  〃Bless　thee　for　this；〃　exclaimed　Zanoni；　passionately；　〃and　thou
  shalt　be　blessed！　　What！　couldst　thou　not　perceive　that　at　the
  entrance　to　all　the　grander　worlds　dwell　the　race　that　intimidate
  and　awe？　　Who　in　thy　daily　world　ever　left　the　old　regions　of
  Custom　and　Prescription；　and　felt　not　the　first　seizure　of　the
  shapeless　and　nameless　Fear？　　Everywhere　around　thee　where　men
  aspire　and　labour；　though　they　see　it　not；in　the　closet　of　the
  sage；　in　the　council　of　the　demagogue；　in　the　camp　of　the
  warrior；everywhere　cowers　and　darkens　the　Unutterable　Horror。
  But　there；　where　thou　hast　ventured；　alone　is　the　Phantom
  VISIBLE；　and　never　will　it　cease　to　haunt；　till　thou　canst　pass
  to　the　Infinite；　as　the　seraph；　or　return　to　the　Familiar；　as　a
  child！　　But　answer　me　this：　　when；　seeking　to　adhere　to　some　calm
  resolve　of　virtue；　the　Phantom　hath　stalked　suddenly　to　thy　side；
  when　its　voice　hath　whispered　thee　despair；　when　its　ghastly　eyes
  would　scare　thee　back　to　those　scenes　of　earthly　craft　or　riotous
  excitement　from　which；　as　it　leaves　thee　to　worse　foes　to　the
  soul；　its　presence　is　ever　absent；hast　thou　never　bravely
  resisted　the　spectre　and　thine　own　horror；　hast　thou　never　said；
  'Come　what　may；　to　Virtue　I　will　cling？'〃
  〃Alas！〃　answered　Glyndon；　〃only　of　late　have　I　dared　to　do　so。〃
  〃And　thou　hast　felt　then　that　the　Phantom　grew　more　dim　and　its
  power　more　faint？〃
  〃It　is　true。〃
  〃Rejoice；　then！thou　hast　overcome　the　true　terror　and　mystery
  of　the　ordeal。　　Resolve　is　the　first　success。　　Rejoice；　for　the
  exorcism　is　sure！　　Thou　art　not　of　those　who；　denying　a　life　to
  come；　are　the　victims　of　the　Inexorable　Horror。　　Oh；　when　shall
  men　learn；　at　last；　that　if　the　Great　Religion　inculcates　so
  rigidly　the　necessity　of　FAITH；　it　is　not　alone　that　FAITH　leads
  to　the　world　to　be；　but　that　without　faith　there　is　no　excellence
  in　this；faith　in　something　wiser；　happier；　diviner；　than　we　see
  on　earth！the　artist　calls　it　the　Ideal；the　priest；　Faith。
  The　Ideal　and　Faith　are　one　and　the　same。　　Return；　O　wanderer；
  return！　　Feel　what　beauty　and　holiness　dwell　in　the　Customary　and
  the　Old。　　Back　to　thy　gateway　glide；　thou　Horror！　and　calm；　on
  the　childlike　heart；　smile　again；　O　azure　Heaven；　with　thy　night
  and　thy　morning　star　but　as　one；　though　under　its　double　name　of
  Memory　and　Hope！〃
  As　he　thus　spoke；　Zanoni　laid　his　hand　gently　on　the　burning
  temples　of　his　excited　and　wondering　listener；　and　presently　a
  sort　of　trance　came　over　him：　　he　imagined　that　he　was　returned
  to　the　home　of　his　infancy；　that　he　was　in　the　small　chamber
  where；　over　his　early　slumbers；　his　mother　had　watched　and
  prayed。　　There　it　was；visible；　palpable；　solitary；　unaltered。
  In　the　recess；　the　homely　bed；　on　the　walls；　the　shelves　filled
  with　holy　books；　the　very　easel　on　which　he　had　first　sought　to
  call　the　ideal　to　the　canvas；　dust…covered；　broken；　in　the
  corner。　　Below　the　window　lay　the　old　churchyard：　　he　saw　it
  green　in　the　distance；　the　sun　glancing　through　the　yew…trees；　he
  saw　the　tomb　where　father　and　mother　lay　united；　and　the　spire
  pointing　up　to　heaven；　the　symbol　of　the　hopes　of　those　who
  consigned　the　ashes　to　the　dust；　in　his　ear　rang　the　bells；
  pealing；　as　on　a　Sabbath　day。　　Far　fled　all　the　visions　of
  anxiety　and　awe　that　had　haunted　and　convulsed；　youth；　boyhood；
  childhood　came　back　to　him　with　innocent　desires　and　hopes；　he
  thought　he　fell　upon　his　knees　to　pray。　　He　woke；he　woke　in
  delicious　tears；　he　felt　that　the　Phantom　was　fled　forever。　　He
  looked　round；Zanoni　was　gone。　　On　the　table　lay　these　lines；
  the　ink　yet　wet：
  〃I　will　find　ways　and　means　for　thy　escape。　　At　nightfall；　as　the
  clock　strikes　nine；　a　boat　shall　wait　thee　on　the　river　before
  this　house；　the　boatman　will　guide　thee　to　a　retreat　where　thou
  mayst　rest　in　safety　till　the　Reign　of　Terror；　which　nears　its
  close；　be　past。　　Think　no　more　of　the　sensual　love　that　lured；
  and　wellnigh　lost　thee。　　It　betrayed；　and　would　have　destroyed。
  Thou　wilt　regain　thy　land　in　safety；long　years　yet　spared　to
  thee　to　muse　over　the　past；　and　to　redeem　it。　　For　thy　future；　be
  thy　dream　thy　guide；　and　thy　tears　thy　baptism。〃
  The　Englishman　obeyed　the　injunctions　of　the　letter；　and　found
  their　truth。
  CHAPTER　7。X。
  Quid　mirare　meas　tot　in　uno　corpore　formas？
  Propert。
  （Why　wonder　that　I　have　so　many　forms　in　a　single　body？）
  Zanoni　to　Mejnour。
  。。。
  〃She　is　in　one　of　their　prisons；their　inexorable　prisons。　　It
  is　Robespierre's　order；I　have　tracked　the　cause　to　Glyndon。
  This；　then；　made　that　terrible　connection　between　their　fates
  which　I　could　not　unravel；　but　which　（till　severed　as　it　now　is）
  wrapped　Glyndon　himself　in　the　same　cloud　that　concealed　her。　　In
  prison；in　prison！it　is　the　gate　of　the　grave！　　Her　trial；　and
  the　inevitable　execution　that　follows　such　trial；　is　the　third
  day　from　this。　　The　tyrant　has　fixed　all　his　schemes　of　slaughter
  for　the　10th　of　Thermidor。　　While　the　deaths　of　the　unoffending
  strike　awe　to　the