my calm and glad acceptance of this down-trodden doom?  Nay, for there is that within my soul which bids me revolt, and cry against the iniquity of some power I know not.  Granting that I am compelled to acknowledge a scheme of things which constrains me to this or that, whether I will or no, how can I be sure that wisdom or moral duty lies in acquiescence?  Thus the unceasing questioner; to whom, indeed, there is no reply.  For our philosophy sees no longer a supreme sanction, and no longer hears a harmony of the universe.

“He that is unjust is also impious.  For the Nature of the Universe, having made all reasonable creatures one for another, to the end that they should do one another good; more or less, according to the several persons and occasions; but in no wise hurt one another; it is manifest that he that doth transgress against this her will, is guilty of impiety towards the most ancient and venerable of all the Deities.”  How gladly would I believe this!  That injustice is impiety, and indeed the supreme impiety, I will hold with my last breath; but it were the merest affectation of a noble sentiment if I supported my faith by such a reasoning.  I see no single piece of strong testimony that justice is the law of the universe; I see suggestions incalculable tending to prove that it is not.  Rather must I apprehend that man, in some inconceivable way, may at his best moments represent a Principle darkly at strife with that which prevails throughout the world as known to us.  If the just man be in truth a worshipper of the most ancient of Deities, he must needs suppose, either that the object of his worship belongs to a fallen dynasty, or—­what from of old has been his refuge—­that the sacred fire which burns within him is an “evidence of things not seen.”  What if I am incapable of either supposition?  There remains the dignity of a hopeless cause—­“sed victa Catoni.”  But how can there sound the hymn of praise?

“That is best for everyone, which the common Nature of all doth send unto everyone, and then is it best, when she doth send it.”  The optimism of Necessity, and perhaps, the highest wisdom man can attain unto.  “Remember that unto reasonable creatures only is it granted that they may willingly and freely submit.”  No one could be more sensible than I of the persuasiveness of this high theme.  The words sing to me, and life is illumined with soft glory, like that of the autumn sunset yonder.  “Consider how man’s life is but for a very moment of time, and so depart meek and contented:  even as if a ripe olive falling should praise the ground that bare her, and give thanks to the tree that begat her.”  So would I fain think, when the moment comes.  It is the mood of strenuous endeavour, but also the mood of rest.  Better than the calm of achieved indifference (if that, indeed, is possible to man); better than the ecstasy which contemns the travail of earth in contemplation of bliss to come.  But, by no effort attainable.  An influence of the unknown powers; a peace that falleth upon the soul like dew at evening.