pers, and bipeds-of-prey become men, and there is a Soul
felt once more in the huge-pulsing elephantine mechanic Animalism
of this Earth, it will be again a blessed Earth.

"Men cease to regard money?" cries Bobus of Houndsditch: "What
else do all men strive for? The very Bishop informs me that
Christianity cannot get on without a minimum of Four thousand
five hundred in its pocket. Cease to regard money? That will be
at Doomsday in the afternoon!"--O Bobus, my opinion is somewhat
different. My opinion is, that the Upper Powers have not yet
determined on destroying this Lower World. A respectable, ever-
increasing minority, who do strive for something higher than
money, I with confidence anticipate; ever-increasing, till there
be a sprinkling of them found in all quarters, as salt of the
Earth' once more. The Christianity that cannot get on without a
minimum of Four thousand five hundred, will give place to
something better that can. Thou wilt not join our small
minority, thou? Not till Doomsday in the afternoon? Well;
_then,_ at least, thou wilt join it, thou and the majority
in mass!

But truly it is beautiful to see the brutish empire of Mammon
cracking everywhere; giving sure promise of dying, or of being
changed. A strange, chill, almost ghastly dayspring strikes up
in Yankeeland itself: my Transcendental friends announce there,
in a distinct, though somewhat lankhaired, ungainly manner, that
the Demiurgus Dollar is dethroned; that new unheard-of
Demiurgusships, Priesthoods, Aristocracies, Growths and
Destructions, are already visible in the grey of coming Time.
Chronos is dethroned by Jove; Odin by St. Olaf: the Dollar
cannot rule in Heaven forever. No; I reckon, not. Socinian
Preachers quit their pulpits in Yankeeland, saying, "Friends,
this is all gone to a coloured cobweb, we regret to say!"--and
retire into the fields to cultivate onion-beds, and live frugally
on vegetables. It is very notable. Old godlike Calvinism
declares that its old body is now fallen to tatters, and done;
and its mournful ghost, disembodied, seeking new embodiment,
pipes again in the winds;--a ghost and spirit as yet, but
heralding new Spirit-worlds, and better Dynasties than the
Dollar one.

Yes, here as there, light is coming into the world; men love not
darkness, they do love light. A deep feeling of the eternal
nature of justice looks out among us everywhere,--even through
the dull eyes of Exeter Hall;