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choler； as some chimneys consume their own smoke； to keep a whole Satanic School spouting； if it must spout； inaudibly； is a negative yet no slight virtue； nor one of the commonest in these times。
Nevertheless； we will not take upon us to say； that in the strange measure he fell upon； there was not a touch of latent Insanity； whereof indeed the actual condition of these Documents in _Capricornus_ and _Aquarius is_ no bad emblem。 His so unlimited Wanderings； toilsome enough； are without assigned or perhaps assignable aim； internal Unrest seems his sole guidance； he wanders； wanders； as if that curse of the Prophet had fallen on him； and he were 〃made like unto a wheel。〃 Doubtless； too； the chaotic nature of these Paper…bags aggravates our obscurity。 Quite without note of preparation； for example； we come upon the following slip： 〃A peculiar feeling it is that will rise in the Traveller； when turning some hill…range in his desert road； he descries lying far below； embosomed among its groves and green natural bulwarks； and all diminished to a toy…box； the fair Town； where so many souls； as it were seen and yet unseen； are driving their multifarious traffic。 Its white steeple is then truly a starward…pointing finger； the canopy of blue smoke seems like a sort of Lifebreath： for always； of its own unity； the soul gives unity to whatsoever it looks on with love； thus does the little Dwelling…place of men； in itself a congeries of houses and huts； become for us an individual； almost a person。 But what thousand other thoughts unite thereto； if the place has to ourselves been the arena of joyous or mournful experiences； if perhaps the cradle we were rocked in still stands there； if our Loving ones still dwell there； if our Buried ones there slumber！〃 Does Teufelsdrockh as the wounded eagle is said to make for its own eyrie； and indeed military deserters； and all hunted outcast creatures； turn as if by instinct in the direction of their birthland；fly first； in this extremity； towards his native Entepfuhl； but reflecting that there no help awaits him； take only one wistful look from the distance； and then wend elsewhither？
Little happier seems to be his next flight： into the wilds of Nature； as if in her mother…bosom he would seek healing。 So at least we incline to interpret the following Notice； separated from the former by some considerable space； wherein； however； is nothing noteworthy：
〃Mountains were not new to him； but rarely are Mountains seen in such combined majesty and grace as here。 The rocks are of that sort called Primitive by the mineralogists； which always arrange themselves in masses of a rugged； gigantic character； which ruggedness； however； is here tempered by a singular airiness of form； and softness of environment： in a climate favorable to vegetation； the gray cliff； itself covered with lichens； shoots up through a garment of foliage or verdure； and white； bright cottages； tree…shaded； cluster round the everlasting granite。 In fine vicissitude； Beauty alternates with Grandeur： you ride through stony hollows； along strait passes； traversed by torrents； overhung by high walls of rock； now winding amid broken shaggy chasms； and huge fragments； now suddenly emerging into some emerald valley； where the streamlet collects itself into a Lake； and man has again found a fair dwelling； and it seems as if Peace had established herself in the bosom of Strength。
〃To Peace； however； in this vortex of existence； can the Son of Time not pretend： still less if some Spectre haunt him from the Past； and the Future is wholly a Stygian Darkness； spectre…bearing。 Reasonably might the Wanderer exclaim to himself： Are not the gates of this world's happiness inexorably shut against thee； hast thou a hope that is not mad？ Nevertheless； one may still murmur audibly； or in the original Greek if that suit thee better： 'Whoso can look on Death will start at no shadows。'
〃From such meditations is the Wanderer's attention called outwards； for now the Valley closes in abruptly； intersected by a huge mountain mass； the stony water…worn ascent of which is not to be accomplished on horseback。 Arrived aloft； he finds himself again lifted into the evening sunset light； and cannot but pause； and gaze round him； some moments there。 An upland irregular expanse of wold； where valleys in complex branchings are suddenly or slowly arranging their descent towards every quarter of the sky。 The mountain…ranges are beneath your feet； and folded together： only the loftier summits look down here and there as on a second plain； lakes also lie clear and earnest in their solitude。 No trace of man now visible； unless indeed it were he who fashioned that little visible link of Highway； here； as would seem； scaling the inaccessible； to unite Province with Province。 But sunwards； lo you！ how it towers sheer up； a world of Mountains； the diadem and centre of the mountain region！ A hundred and a hundred savage peaks； in the last light of Day； all glowing； of gold and amethyst； like giant spirits of the wilderness； there in their silence； in their solitude； even as on the night when Noah's Deluge first dried！ Beautiful； nay solemn； was the sudden aspect to our Wanderer。 He gazed over those stupendous masses with wonder； almost with longing desire； never till this hour had he known Nature； that she was One； that she was his Mother and divine。 And as the ruddy glow was fading into clearness in the sky； and the Sun had now departed； a murmur of Eternity and Immensity； of Death and of Life； stole through his soul； and he felt as if Death and Life were one； as if the Earth were not dead； as if the Spirit of the Earth had its throne in that splendor； and his own spirit were therewith holding communion。
〃The spell was broken by a sound of carriage…wheels。 Emerging from the hidden Northward； to sink soon into the hidden Southward； came a gay Barouche…and…four： it was open； servants and postilions wore wedding favors： that happy pair； then； had found each other； it was their marriage evening！ Few moments brought them near： _Du Himmel_！ It was Herr Towgood andBlumine！ With slight unrecognizing salutation they passed me； plunged down amid the neighboring thickets； onwards； to Heaven； and to England； and I； in my friend Richter's words； _I remained alone； behind them； with the Night_。〃
Were it not cruel in these circumstances； here might be the place to insert an observation； gleaned long ago from the great _Clothes…Volume_； where it stands with quite other intent： 〃Some time before Small…pox was extirpated；〃 says the Professor； 〃there came a new malady of the spiritual sort on Europe： I mean the epidemic； now endemical； of View…hunting。 Poets of old date； being privileged with Senses； had also enjoyed external Nature； but chiefly as we enjoy the crystal cup which holds good or bad liquor for us； that is to say； in silence； or with slight incidental commentary： never； as I compute； till after the _Sorrows of Werter_； was there man found who would say： Come let us make a Description！ Having drunk the liquor； come let us eat the glass！ Of which endemic the Jenner is unhappily still to seek。〃 Too true！
We reckon it more important to remark that the Professor's Wanderings； so far as his stoical and cynical envelopment admits us to clear insight； here first take their permanent character； fatuous or not。 That Basilisk…glance of the Barouche…and…four seems to have withered up what little remnant of a purpose may have still lurked in him： Life has become wholly a dark labyrinth； wherein； through long years； our Friend； flying from spectres； has to stumble about at random； and naturally with more haste than progress。
Foolish were it in us to attempt following him； even from afar； in this extraordinary world…pilgrimage of his； the simplest record of which； were clear record possible； would fill volumes。 Hopeless is the obscurity； unspeakable the confusion。 He glides from country to country； from condition to condition； vanishing and reappearing； no man can calculate how or where。 Through all quarters of the world he wanders； and apparently through all circles of society。 If in any scene； perhaps difficult to fix geographically； he settles for a time； and forms connections； be sure he will snap them abruptly asunder。 Let him sink out of sight as Private Scholar （_Privatsirender_）； living by the grace of God in some European capital； you may next find him as Hadjee in the neighborhood of Mecca。 It is an inexplicable Phantasmagoria； capricious； quick…changing； as if our Traveller； instead of limbs and highways； had transported himself by some wishing…carpet； or Fortunatus' Hat。 The whole； too； imparted emblematically； in dim multifarious tokens （as that collection of Street…Advertisements）； with only some touch of direct historical notice sparingly interspersed： little light…islets in the world of haze！ So that； from this point； the Professor is more of an enigma than ever。 In figurative language； we might say he becomes； not indeed a spirit； yet spiritualized； vaporized。 Fact unparalleled in Biography： The river of his History； which we have traced from its tiniest fountains； and hoped to see flow onward； with increasing current； i