MR CYPRESS (_filling a b.u.mper_)
This is the only social habit that the disappointed spirit never unlearns.
THE REVEREND MR LARYNX (_filling_)
It is the only piece of academical learning that the finished educatee retains.
MR FLOSKY (_filling_)
It is the only objective fact which the sceptic can realise.
SCYTHROP (_filling_)
It is the only styptic for a bleeding heart.
THE HONOURABLE MR LISTLESS (_filling_)
It is the only trouble that is very well worth taking.
MR ASTERIAS (_filling_)
It is the only key of conversational truth.
MR TOOBAD (_filling_)
It is the only antidote to the great wrath of the devil.
MR HILARY (_filling_)
It is the only symbol of perfect life. The inscription "HIC NON BIBITUR" will suit nothing but a tombstone.
MR GLOWRY
You will see many fine old ruins, Mr Cypress; crumbling pillars, and mossy walls--many a one-legged Venus and headless Minerva--many a Neptune buried in sand--many a Jupiter turned topsy-turvy--many a perforated Bacchus doing duty as a water-pipe--many reminiscences of the ancient world, which I hope was better worth living in than the modern; though, for myself, I care not a straw more for one than the other, and would not go twenty miles to see any thing that either could show.
MR CYPRESS
It is something to seek, Mr Glowry. The mind is restless, and must persist in seeking, though to find is to be disappointed. Do you feel no aspirations towards the countries of Socrates and Cicero? No wish to wander among the venerable remains of the greatness that has pa.s.sed for ever?
MR GLOWRY
Not a grain.
SCYTHROP
It is, indeed, much the same as if a lover should dig up the buried form of his mistress, and gaze upon relics which are any thing but herself, to wander among a few mouldy ruins, that are only imperfect indexes to lost volumes of glory, and meet at every step the more melancholy ruins of human nature--a degenerate race of stupid and shrivelled slaves, grovelling in the lowest depths of servility and superst.i.tion.
THE HONOURABLE MR LISTLESS
It is the fashion to go abroad. I have thought of it myself, but am hardly equal to the exertion. To be sure, a little eccentricity and originality are allowable in some cases; and the most eccentric and original of all characters is an Englishman who stays at home.
SCYTHROP
I should have no pleasure in visiting countries that are past all hope of regeneration. There is great hope of our own; and it seems to me that an Englishman, who, either by his station in society, or by his genius, or (as in your instance, Mr Cypress,) by both, has the power of essentially serving his country in its arduous struggle with its domestic enemies, yet forsakes his country, which is still so rich in hope, to dwell in others which are only fertile in the ruins of memory, does what none of those ancients, whose fragmentary memorials you venerate, would have done in similar circ.u.mstances.
MR CYPRESS
Sir, I have quarrelled with my wife; and a man who has quarrelled with his wife is absolved from all duty to his country. I have written an ode to tell the people as much, and they may take it as they list.
SCYTHROP
Do you suppose, if Brutus had quarrelled with his wife, he would have given it as a reason to Ca.s.sius for having nothing to do with his enterprise? Or would Ca.s.sius have been satisfied with such an excuse?
MR FLOSKY
Brutus was a senator; so is our dear friend: but the cases are different. Brutus had some hope of political good: Mr Cypress has none. How should he, after what we have seen in France?
SCYTHROP
A Frenchman is born in harness, ready saddled, bitted, and bridled, for any tyrant to ride. He will fawn under his rider one moment, and throw him and kick him to death the next; but another adventurer springs on his back, and by dint of whip and spur on he goes as before. We may, without much vanity, hope better of ourselves.
MR CYPRESS
I have no hope for myself or for others. Our life is a false nature; it is not in the harmony of things; it is an all-blasting upas, whose root is earth, and whose leaves are the skies which rain their poison-dews upon mankind. We wither from our youth; we gasp with unslaked thirst for unattainable good; lured from the first to the last by phantoms--love, fame, ambition, avarice--all idle, and all ill--one meteor of many names, that vanishes in the smoke of death.[8]
MR FLOSKY
A most delightful speech, Mr Cypress. A most amiable and instructive philosophy. You have only to impress its truth on the minds of all living men, and life will then, indeed, be the desert and the solitude; and I must do you, myself, and our mutual friends, the justice to observe, that let society only give fair play at one and the same time, as I flatter myself it is inclined to do, to your system of morals, and my system of metaphysics, and Scythrop"s system of politics, and Mr Listless"s system of manners, and Mr Toobad"s system of religion, and the result will be as fine a mental chaos as even the immortal Kant himself could ever have hoped to see; in the prospect of which I rejoice.