universal tumbling of Impostors and of Impostures into the
street!--

Such a spectacle, can we call it joyful? There is a joy in it,
to the wise man too; yes, but a joy full of awe, and as it were
sadder than any sorrow,--like the vision of immortality,
unattainable except through death and the grave! And yet who
would not, in his heart of hearts, feel piously thankful that
Imposture has fallen bankrupt? By all means let it fall
bankrupt; in the name of God let it do so, with whatever misery
to itself and to all of us. Imposture, be it known then,--known
it must and shall be,--is hateful, unendurable to God and man.
Let it understand this everywhere; and swiftly make ready for
departure, wherever it yet lingers; and let it learn never to
return, if possible! The eternal voices, very audibly again, are
speaking to proclaim this message, from side to side of the
world. Not a very cheering message, but a very indispensable
one.

Alas, it is sad enough that Anarchy is here; that we are not
permitted to regret its being here,--for who that had, for this
divine Universe, an eye which was human at all, could wish that
Shams of any kind, especially that Sham-Kings should continue?
No: at all costs, it is to be prayed by all men that Shams may
_cease_. Good Heavens, to what depths have we got, when this to
many a man seems strange! Yet strange to many a man it does
seem; and to many a solid Englishman, wholesomely digesting his
pudding among what are called the cultivated classes, it seems
strange exceedingly; a mad ignorant notion, quite heterodox, and
big with mere ruin. He has been used to decent forms long since