of them cared about pleasure; one was a grave-looking man who walked
with his eyes on the ground, looking curiously at every rock and
shrub he passed by the wayside, and often pausing to examine more
closely a strange herb, or to pick to pieces a flower; the other
had a calm, sweet face, and he walked erect, his eyes lifted towards
the great mountains that lay far away before them.

By-and-by there came along the road towards the two travelers a
company of men carrying banners, on which were inscribed as mottoes--
"Knowledge is Freedom!" " Science knows no law but the law of Progress!"
"Liberty, Equality, Fraternity!" "Utility is Virtue," and a great
many other fine phrases. Most of the persons who marched first in
this procession wore spectacles, and some were clad in academical
costumes. The greater number had gone past, when the grave-looking
traveler--he who had interested himself so much in the stones and
foliage by the wayside--courteously stopped one of the company and
asked him what the procession meant. "We are worshippers of Science,"
answered the man whom he addressed; "today we hold solemn rites
in honor of our deity. Many orations will be made by her high priests,
and a great number of victims slain,--lambs, and horses, and doves,
and hinds, and all manner of animals. They will be put to death
with unspeakable torments, racked, and maimed, and burned, and hewn
asunder, all for the glory and gain of Science. And we shall shout
with enthusiasm as the blood flows over her altars, and the smoke
ascends in her praise."

"But all this is horrible," said the grave man, with a gesture of
avoidance; "it sounds to me like a description of the orgies of
savages, or of the pastimes of madmen; it is unworthy of intelligent
and sane men." "On the contrary," returned his informant, "it is