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t warrior on his strong war…horse； fire flashes through his eyes； force dwells in his arm and heart： but warrior and war…horse are a vision； a revealed Force； nothing more。 Stately they tread the Earth； as if it were a firm substance： fool！ the Earth is but a film； it cracks in twain； and warrior and war…horse sink beyond plummet's sounding。 Plummet's？ Fantasy herself will not follow them。 A little while ago； they were not； a little while； and they are not； their very ashes are not。
〃So has it been from the beginning； so will it be to the end。 Generation after generation takes to itself the Form of a Body； and forth issuing from Cimmerian Night； on Heaven's mission APPEARS。 What Force and Fire is in each he expends： one grinding in the mill of Industry； one hunter…like climbing the giddy Alpine heights of Science； one madly dashed in pieces on the rocks of Strife； in war with his fellow：and then the Heaven…sent is recalled； his earthly Vesture falls away； and soon even to Sense becomes a vanished Shadow。 Thus； like some wild…flaming； wild…thundering train of Heaven's Artillery； does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame； in long…drawn； quick…succeeding grandeur； through the unknown Deep。 Thus； like a God…created； fire…breathing Spirit…host； we emerge from the Inane； haste stormfully across the astonished Earth； then plunge again into the Inane。 Earth's mountains are levelled； and her seas filled up； in our passage： can the Earth； which is but dead and a vision； resist Spirits which have reality and are alive？ On the hardest adamant some footprint of us is stamped in； the last Rear of the host will read traces of the earliest Van。 But whence？O Heaven whither？ Sense knows not； Faith knows not； only that it is through Mystery to Mystery； from God and to God。
'We _are such stuff_ As Dreams are made of； and our little Life Is rounded with a sleep！'〃
CHAPTER IX。 CIRCUMSPECTIVE。
Here； then； arises the so momentous question： Have many British Readers actually arrived with us at the new promised country； is the Philosophy of Clothes now at last opening around them？ Long and adventurous has the journey been： from those outmost vulgar； palpable Woollen Hulls of Man； through his wondrous Flesh…Garments； and his wondrous Social Garnitures； inwards to the Garments of his very Soul's Soul； to Time and Space themselves！ And now does the spiritual； eternal Essence of Man； and of Mankind； bared of such wrappages； begin in any measure to reveal itself？ Can many readers discern； as through a glass darkly； in huge wavering outlines； some primeval rudiments of Man's Being； what is changeable divided from what is unchangeable？ Does that Earth…Spirit's speech in _Faust_；
〃'Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply； And weave for God the Garment thou seest Him by； 〃
or that other thousand…times repeated speech of the Magician； Shakespeare；
〃And like the baseless fabric of this vision； The cloud…capt Towers； the gorgeous Palaces； The solemn Temples； the great Globe itself； And all which it inherit； shall dissolve； And like this unsubstantial pageant faded； Leave not a wrack behind；〃
begin to have some meaning for us？ In a word； do we at length stand safe in the far region of Poetic Creation and Palingenesia； where that Phoenix Death…Birth of Human Society； and of all Human Things； appears possible； is seen to be inevitable？
Along this most insufficient； unheard…of Bridge； which the Editor； by Heaven's blessing； has now seen himself enabled to conclude if not complete； it cannot be his sober calculation； but only his fond hope； that many have travelled without accident。 No firm arch； overspanning the Impassable with paved highway； could the Editor construct； only； as was said； some zigzag series of rafts floating tumultuously thereon。 Alas； and the leaps from raft to raft were too often of a breakneck character； the darkness； the nature of the element； all was against us！
Nevertheless； may not here and there one of a thousand； provided with a discursiveness of intellect rare in our day； have cleared the passage； in spite of all？ Happy few！ little band of Friends！ be welcome； be of courage。 By degrees； the eye grows accustomed to its new Whereabout； the hand can stretch itself forth to work there： it is in this grand and indeed highest work of Palingenesia that ye shall labor； each according to ability。 New laborers will arrive； new Bridges will be built； nay； may not our own poor rope…and…raft Bridge； in your passings and repassings； be mended in many a point； till it grow quite firm； passable even for the halt？
Meanwhile； of the innumerable multitude that started with us； joyous and full of hope； where now is the innumerable remainder； whom we see no longer by our side？ The most have recoiled； and stand gazing afar off； in unsympathetic astonishment； at our career： not a few； pressing forward with more courage； have missed footing； or leaped short； and now swim weltering in the Chaos…flood； some towards this shore； some towards that。 To these also a helping hand should be held out； at least some word of encouragement be said。
Or； to speak without metaphor； with which mode of utterance Teufelsdrockh unhappily has somewhat infected us； can it be hidden from the Editor that many a British Reader sits reading quite bewildered in head； and afflicted rather than instructed by the present Work？ Yes； long ago has many a British Reader been； as now； demanding with something like a snarl： Whereto does all this lead； or what use is in it？
In the way of replenishing thy purse； or otherwise aiding thy digestive faculty； O British Reader； it leads to nothing； and there is no use in it； but rather the reverse； for it costs thee somewhat。 Nevertheless； if through this unpromising Horn…gate； Teufelsdrockh； and we by means of him； have led thee into the true Land of Dreams； and through the Clothes…Screen； as through a magical _Pierre…Pertuis_； thou lookest； even for moments； into the region of the Wonderful； and seest and feelest that thy daily life is girt with Wonder； and based on Wonder； and thy very blankets and breeches are Miracles； then art thou profited beyond money's worth； and hast a thankfulness towards our Professor； nay； perhaps in many a literary Tea…circle wilt open thy kind lips； and audibly express that same。
Nay farther； art not thou too perhaps by this time made aware that all Symbols are properly Clothes； that all Forms whereby Spirit manifests itself to sense； whether outwardly or in the imagination； are Clothes； and thus not only the parchment Magna Charta； which a Tailor was nigh cutting into measures； but the Pomp and Authority of Law； the sacredness of Majesty； and all inferior Worships （Worth…ships） are properly a Vesture and Raiment； and the Thirty…nine Articles themselves are articles of wearing…apparel （for the Religious Idea）？ In which case； must it not also be admitted that this Science of Clothes is a high one； and may with infinitely deeper study on thy part yield richer fruit： that it takes scientific rank beside Codification； and Political Economy； and the Theory of the British Constit