s to boot.' Friend Prudence's practical conclusion
will, by degrees, become that of all rational practical men
whatsover. On the present scheme and principle, Work cannot
continue. Trades' Strikes, Trades' Unions, Chartisms; mutiny,
squalor, rage and desperate revolt, growing ever more desperate,
will go on their way. As dark misery settles down on us, and our
refuges of lies fall in pieces one after one, the hearts of men,
now at last serious, will turn to refuges of truth. The eternal
stars shine out again, so soon as it is dark _enough._

Begirt with desperate Trades' Unionism and Anarchic Mutiny, many
an Industrial _Law-ward,_ by and by, who has neglected to make
laws and keep them, will be heard saying to himself: "Why have I
realised five hundred thousand pounds? I rose early and sat
late, I toiled and moiled, and in the sweat of my brow and of my
soul I strove to gain this money, that I might become
conspicuous, and have some honour among my fellow-creatures. I
wanted them to honour me, to love me. The money is here, earned
with my best lifeblood: but the honour? I am encircled with
squalor, with hunger, rage, and sooty desperation. Not honoured,
hardly even envied; only fools and the flunkey-species so much
as envy me. I am conspicuous,--as a mark for curses and
brickbats. What good is it? My five hundred scalps hang here in
my wigwam: would to Heaven I had sought something else than the
scalps; would to Heaven I had been a Christian Fighter, not a
Chactaw one! To have ruled and fought not in a Mammonish but in
a Godlike spirit; to have had the hearts of the people bless me,
as a true ruler and captain of my people; to have felt my own
heart bless me, and that God above instead of Mammon below was
blessing me,--this had been something. Out of my sight, ye
beggarly five hundred scalps of banker's-thousands: I will try
for something other, or account my life a tragical futility!"

Friend Prudence's 'rock-ledge,' as we called it, will gradually
disclose itself to many a man; to all men. Gradually, assaulted
from beneath and from above, the Stygian mud-deluge of Laissez-
faire, Supply-and-demand, Cash-payment the one Duty, will abate
on all hands; and the everlasting mountain-tops, and secure
rock-foundations that reach to the centre of the world, and rest
on Nature's self, will again emerge, to found on, and to build
on. When Mammon-worshippers here and there begin to be God-
worship