compel every neighbor to do like him: what is to be done with such
a man? Human Nature calls him a Social Nuisance; needing to be
handcuffed, gagged and abated. Human Nature, if it be in a
terrified and imperilled state, with the sword of this fellow
swashing round it, calls him "Infamous," and a Monster of Chaos.
He is indeed the select Monster of that region; the Patriarch of
all the Monsters, little as he dreams of being such. An Angel of
Heaven the poor caitiff dreams himself rather, and in cheery
moments is conscious of being:--Bedlam holds in it no madder
article. And I often think he will again need to be tied up (feeble
as he now is in comparison, disinclined though men are to manacling
and tying); so many helpless infirm souls are wandering about, not
knowing their right hand from their left, who fall a prey to him.
"L'INFAME" I also name him,--knowing well enough how little he, in
his poor muddled, drugged and stupefied mind, is conscious of
deserving that name. More signal enemy to God, and friend of the
Other Party, walks not the Earth in our day.

Anarchy in the shape of religious slavery was what Voltaire and
Friedrich saw all round them. Anarchy in the shape of Revolt
against Authorities was what Friedrich and Voltaire had never
dreamed of as possible, and had not in their minds the least idea
of. In one, or perhaps two places you may find in Voltaire a grim
and rather glad forethought, not given out as prophecy, but felt as
interior assurance in a moment of hope, How these Priestly Sham
Hierarchies will be pulled to pieces, probably on the sudden, once
people are awake to them. Yes, my much-suffering M. de Voltaire, be
pulled to pieces; or go aloft, like the awakening of Vesuvius, one
day,--Vesuvius awakening after ten centuries of slumber, when his
crater is all grown grassy, bushy, copiously "tenanted by wolves" I