n sacredness in Work. Significance
of the Potter's Wheel. Blessed is he who has found his Work;
let him ask no other blessedness. A brave Sir Christopher, and
his Paul's Cathedral: Every noble work at first 'impossible.'
Columbus royalest Sea-king of all: a depth of Silence, deeper
than the Sea; a silence unsoundable; known to God only.

Chap. XII. _Reward_

Work is worship: Labour, wide as the earth, has its summit in
Heaven. One monster there is in the world, the idle man. 'Fair
day's-wages for a fair day's-work,' the most unrefusable demand.
The 'wages' of every noble Work in Heaven, or else Nowhere: The
brave man has to _give_ his Life away. He that works bodies
forth the form of Things Unseen. Strange mystic affinity of
Wisdom and Insanity: All Work, in its degree, a making of
Madness sane. Labour not a devil, even when encased in
Mammonism: The unredeemed ugliness, a slothful People. The
vulgarist Plugson of a Master-Worker, not a man to strangle by
Corn-Laws and Shotbelts.

Chap. XIII. _Democracy_

Man must actually have his debts and earnings a little better
paid by man. At no time was the lot of the dumb millions of
toilers so entirely unbearable as now. Sisterhood, brotherhood
often forgotten, but never before so expressly denied. Mungo
Park and his poor Black Benefactress. Gurth, born thrall of
Cedric the Saxon: Liberty a divine thing; but 'liberty to die
by starvation' not so divine. Nature's Aristocracies. William
Conqueror, a resident House-Surgeon provided by nature for her
beloved English People. Democracy, the despair of finding Heroes
to govern us, and contented putting-up with the want of them.
The very Tailor unconsciously symbolising the reign of Equality.
Wherever ranks do actually exist, strict division of costumes
will also be enforced. Freedom from oppression, an indispensable
yet most insignificant portion of Human Liberty. A _best path_
does exist for every man; a thing which, here and now, it
were of all things _wisest_ for him to do. Mock Superiors and
Real Superiors.

Chap. XIV. _Sir Jabesh Windbag_

Oliver Cromwell, the remarkablest Governor we have had for the
last five centuries or so: No vulunteer in Public Life, but
plainly a balloted soldier: The Government of England put into
his hands. Windbag, weak in the faith of a God; strong only in
the faith that Paragraphs and Plausibilities bring votes. Five
years of popularity or unpopul