any Bible, there is written in the heart of every man an
authentic copy of it direct from Heaven itself: there, if he
have learnt to decipher Heaven's writing, and can read the sacred
oracles (a sad case for him if he altogether cannot), every born
man may still find some copy of it.

"Revenge," my friends! revenge, and the natural hatred of
scoundrels, and the ineradicable tendency to _revancher_ oneself
upon them, and pay them what they have merited: this is
forevermore intrinsically a correct, and even a divine feeling in
the mind of every man. Only the excess of it is diabolic; the
essence I say is manlike, and even godlike,--a monition sent to
poor man by the Maker himself. Thou, poor reader, in spite of
all this melancholy twaddle, and blotting out of Heaven's
sunlight by mountains of horsehair and officiality, hast still a
human heart. If, in returning to thy poor peaceable
dwelling-place, after an honest hard day's work, thou wert to
find, for example, a brutal scoundrel who for lucre or other
object of his, had slaughtered the life that was dearest to thee;
thy true wife, for example, thy true old mother, swimming in her
blood; the human scoundrel, or two-legged wolf, standing over
such a tragedy: I hope a man would have so much divine rage in
his heart as to snatch the nearest weapon, and put a conclusion
upon said human wolf, for one! A palpable messenger of Satan,
that one; accredited by all the Devils, to be put an end to by
all the children of God. The soul of every god-created man
flames wholly into one divine blaze of sacred wrath at sight of
such a Devil's-messenger; authentic firsthand monition from the
Eternal Maker himself as to what is next to be done. Do it, or
be thyself an ally of Devil's-messengers; a sheep for two-legged