an unspeakable religiousness
struggles, in the most helpless manner, to speak itself, in
Puseyisms and the like. Of our Cant, all condemnable, how much
is not condemnable without pity; we had almost said, without
respect! The inarticulate worth and truth that is in England
goes down yet to the Foundations.

Some 'Chivalry of Labour,' some noble Humanity and practical
Divineness of Labour, will yet be realised on this Earth. Or why
_will;_ why do we pray to Heaven, without setting our own
shoulder to the wheel? The Present, if it will have the Future
accomplish, shall itself commence. Thou who prophesiest, who
believest, begin thou to fulfil. Here or nowhere, now equally as
at any time! That outcast help-needing thing or person, trampled
down under vulgar feet or hoofs, no help 'possible' for it, no
prize offered for the saving of it,--canst not thou save it,
then, without prize? Put forth thy hand, in God's name; know
that 'impossible,' where Truth and Mercy and the everlasting
Voice of Nature order, has no place in the brave man's
dictionary. That when all men have said "Impossible," and
tumbled noisily elsewhither, and thou alone art left, then first
thy time and possibility have come. It is for thee now: do thou
that, and ask no man's counsel, but thy own only and God's.
Brother, thou hast possibility in thee for much: the possibility
of writing on the eternal skies the record of a heroic life.
That noble downfallen or yet unborn 'Impossibility,' thou canst
lift it up, thou canst, by thy soul's travail, bring it into
clear being. That loud inane Actuality, with millions in its
pocket, too 'possible' that, which rolls along there, with
quilted trumpeters blaring round it, and all the world escorting
it as mute or vocal flunkey,--escort it not thou; say to it,
either nothing, or else deeply in thy heart: "Loud-blaring
Nonentity, no force of trumpets, cash, Long-Acre art, or
universal flunkeyhood of men, makes thee an Entity; thou art a
_Non_entity, and deceptive Simulacrum, more accursed than thou
seemest. Pass on in the Devil's name, unworshipped by at least
one man, and leave the thoroughfare clear!"

Not on Ilion's or Latium's plains; on far other plains and
places henceforth can noble deeds be now done. Not on Ilion's
plains; how much less in Mayfair's drawingrooms! Not in victory
over poor brother French or Phrygians; but in victory over
Frost-jotuns, Marsh-giants, over demons of Dis