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transcendental darkness, till the common daylight of common sense |
became intolerable to his eyes. He called the sun an _ignis fatuus_; |
and exhorted all who would listen to his friendly voice, which were |
about as many as called 'God save King Richard,' to shelter themselves |
from its delusive radiance in the obscure haunt of Old Philosophy. |
This word Old had great charms for him. The good old times were always |
on his lips; meaning the days when polemic theology was in its prime, |
and rival prelates beat the drum ecclesiastic with Herculean vigour, |
till the one wound up his series of syllogisms with the very orthodox |
conclusion of roasting the other. |
But the dearest friend of Mr Glowry, and his most welcome guest, |
was Mr Toobad, the Manichaean Millenarian. The twelfth verse of the |
twelfth chapter of Revelations was always in his mouth: 'Woe to the |
inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come among |
you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short |
time.' He maintained that the supreme dominion of the world was, for |
wise purposes, given over for a while to the Evil Principle; and that |
this precise period of time, commonly called the enlightened age, was |
the point of his plenitude of power. He used to add that by and by he |
would be cast down, and a high and happy order of things succeed; but |
he never omitted the saving clause, 'Not in our time'; which last |
words were always echoed in doleful response by the sympathetic Mr |
Glowry. |
Another and very frequent visitor, was the Reverend Mr Larynx, the |
vicar of Claydyke, a village about ten miles distant;--a good-natured |
accommodating divine, who was always most obligingly ready to take a |
dinner and a bed at the house of any country gentleman in distress |
for a companion. Nothing came amiss to him,--a game at billiards, at |
chess, at draughts, at backgammon, at piquet, or at all-fours in |
a _tête-à-tête_,--or any game on the cards, round, square, or |
triangular, in a party of any number exceeding two. He would even |
dance among friends, rather than that a lady, even if she were on the |
wrong side of thirty, should sit still for want of a partner. For a |
ride, a walk, or a sail, in the morning,--a song after dinner, a ghost |
story after supper,--a bottle of port with the squire, or a cup of |
green tea with his lady,--for all or any of these, or for any thing |
else that was agreeable to any one else, consistently with the dye of |
his coat, the Reverend Mr Larynx was at all times equally ready. When |
at Nightmare Abbey, he would condole with Mr Glowry,--drink Madeira |
with Scythrop,--crack jokes with Mr Hilary,--hand Mrs Hilary to the |
piano, take charge of her fan and gloves, and turn over her music with |
surprising dexterity,--quote Revelations with Mr Toobad,--and lament |
the good old times of feudal darkness with the transcendental Mr |
Flosky. |
* * * * * |
CHAPTER II |
Shortly after the disastrous termination of Scythrop's passion for |
Miss Emily Girouette, Mr Glowry found himself, much against his will, |
involved in a lawsuit, which compelled him to dance attendance on the |
High Court of Chancery. Scythrop was left alone at Nightmare Abbey. He |
was a burnt child, and dreaded the fire of female eyes. He wandered |
about the ample pile, or along the garden-terrace, with 'his |
cogitative faculties immersed in cogibundity of cogitation.' The |
terrace terminated at the south-western tower, which, as we have said, |
was ruinous and full of owls. Here would Scythrop take his evening |
seat, on a fallen fragment of mossy stone, with his back resting |
against the ruined wall,--a thick canopy of ivy, with an owl in it, |
over his head,--and the Sorrows of Werter in his hand. He had some |
taste for romance reading before he went to the university, where, we |
must confess, in justice to his college, he was cured of the love of |
reading in all its shapes; and the cure would have been radical, if |
disappointment in love, and total solitude, had not conspired to bring |
on a relapse. He began to devour romances and German tragedies, and, |
by the recommendation of Mr Flosky, to pore over ponderous tomes of |
transcendental philosophy, which reconciled him to the labour of |
studying them by their mystical jargon and necromantic imagery. In |
the congenial solitude of Nightmare Abbey, the distempered ideas of |
metaphysical romance and romantic metaphysics had ample time and space |
to germinate into a fertile crop of chimeras, which rapidly shot up |
into vigorous and abundant vegetation. |
He now became troubled with the _passion for reforming the world_.[2] |
He built many castles in the air, and peopled them with secret |
tribunals, and bands of illuminati, who were always the imaginary |
instruments of his projected regeneration of the human species. As he |
intended to institute a perfect republic, he invested himself with |
absolute sovereignty over these mystical dispensers of liberty. He |
slept with Horrid Mysteries under his pillow, and dreamed of venerable |
eleutherarchs and ghastly confederates holding midnight conventions in |
subterranean caves. He passed whole mornings in his study, immersed |
in gloomy reverie, stalking about the room in his nightcap, which |
he pulled over his eyes like a cowl, and folding his striped calico |
dressing-gown about him like the mantle of a conspirator. |
'Action,' thus he soliloquised, 'is the result of opinion, and to |
new-model opinion would be to new-model society. Knowledge is power; |
it is in the hands of a few, who employ it to mislead the many, for |
their own selfish purposes of aggrandisement and appropriation. What |
if it were in the hands of a few who should employ it to lead the |
many? What if it were universal, and the multitude were enlightened? |
No. The many must be always in leading-strings; but let them have wise |