this--unutterable coil of nonsenses, constitutional,
philanthropical, &c., in which (surely without mutual hatred, if
with less of 'love' than is supposed) we are all strangling one
another! Your want of wants, I say, is that you be _commanded_
in this world, not being able to command yourselves. Know
therefore that it shall be so with you. Nomadism, I give you
notice, has ended; needful permanency, soldier-like obedience,
and the opportunity and the necessity of hard steady labor for
your living, have begun. Know that the Idle Workhouse is shut
against you henceforth; you cannot enter there at will, nor leave
at will; you shall enter a quite other Refuge, under conditions
strict as soldiering, and not leave till I have done with you.
He that prefers the glorious (or perhaps even the rebellious
_in_glorious) 'career of freedom,' let him prove that he can
travel there, and be the master of himself; and right good speed
to him. He who has proved that he cannot travel there or be the
master of himself,--let him, in the name of all the gods, become
a servant, and accept the just rules of servitude!

"Arise, enlist in my Irish, my Scotch and English 'Regiments of
the New Era,'--which I have been concocting, day and night,
during these three Grouse-seasons (taking earnest incessant
counsel, with all manner of Industrial Notabilities and men of
insight, on the matter), and have now brought to a kind of
preparation for incipiency, thank Heaven! Enlist there, ye poor
wandering banditti; obey, work, suffer, abstain, as all of us
have had to do: so shall you be useful in God's creation, so
shall you be helped to gain a manful living for yourselves; not
otherwise than so. Industrial Regiments [_Here numerous persons,
with big wigs many of them, and austere aspect, whom I take to be