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a　multitude；　a　people　up；　abroad；　with　colours　and　arms；

enthusiasm　and　song；with　song；　with　enthusiasm；　with　colours

and　arms！　　And　who　could　guess　that　that　martial　movement　was

one；　not　of　war；　but　massacre；Frenchmen　against　Frenchmen？　　For

there　are　two　parties　in　Marseilles；and　ample　work　for　Jourdan

Coupe…tete！　　But　this；　the　Englishman；　just　arrived；　a　stranger

to　all　factions；　did　not　as　yet　comprehend。　　He　comprehended

nothing　but　the　song；　the　enthusiasm；　the　arms；　and　the　colours

that　lifted　to　the　sun　the　glorious　lie；　〃Le　peuple　Francais；

debout　contre　les　tyrans！〃　　（Up；　Frenchmen；　against　tyrants！）



The　dark　brow　of　the　wretched　wanderer　grew　animated；　he　gazed

from　the　window　on　the　throng　that　marched　below；　beneath　their

waving　Oriflamme。　　They　shouted　as　they　beheld　the　patriot　Nicot；

the　friend　of　Liberty　and　relentless　Hebert；　by　the　stranger's

side；　at　the　casement。



〃Ay；　shout　again！〃　cried　the　painter；〃shout　for　the　brave

Englishman　who　abjures　his　Pitts　and　his　Coburgs　to　be　a　citizen

of　Liberty　and　France！〃



A　thousand　voices　rent　the　air；　and　the　hymn　of　the　Marseillaise

rose　in　majesty　again。



〃Well；　and　if　it　be　among　these　high　hopes　and　this　brave　people

that　the　phantom　is　to　vanish；　and　the　cure　to　come！〃　muttered

Glyndon；　and　he　thought　he　felt　again　the　elixir　sparkling

through　his　veins。



〃Thou　shalt　be　one　of　the　Convention　with　Paine　and　Clootz；I

will　manage　it　all　for　thee！〃　cried　Nicot；　slapping　him　on　the

shoulder：　〃and　Paris〃



〃Ah；　if　I　could　but　see　Paris！〃　cried　Fillide；　in　her　joyous

voice。　　Joyous！　the　whole　time；　the　town；　the　airsave　where；

unheard；　rose　the　cry　of　agony　and　the　yell　of　murderwere　joy！

Sleep　unhaunting　in　thy　grave；　cold　Adela。　　Joy；　joy！　　In　the

Jubilee　of　Humanity　all　private　griefs　should　cease！　　Behold；

wild　mariner；　the　vast　whirlpool　draws　thee　to　its　stormy　bosom！

There　the　individual　is　not。　　All　things　are　of　the　whole！　　Open

thy　gates；　fair　Paris；　for　the　stranger…citizen！　　Receive　in　your

ranks；　O　meek　Republicans；　the　new　champion　of　liberty；　of

reason；　of　mankind！　　〃Mejnour　is　right；　it　was　in　virtue；　in

valour；　in　glorious　struggle　for　the　human　race；　that　the　spectre

was　to　shrink　to　her　kindred　darkness。〃



And　Nicot's　shrill　voice　praised　him；　and　lean　Robespierre

〃Flambeau；　colonne；　pierre　angulaire　de　l'edifice　de　la

Republique！〃　　（〃The　light；　column；　and　keystone　of　the

Republic。〃〃Lettre　du　Citoyen　P；　Papiers　inedits　trouves　chez

Robespierre；〃　tom　11；　page　127。）smiled　ominously　on　him　from

his　bloodshot　eyes；　and　Fillide　clasped　him　with　passionate　arms

to　her　tender　breast。　　And　at　his　up…rising　and　down…sitting；　at

board　and　in　bed；　though　he　saw　it　not；　the　Nameless　One　guided

him　with　the　demon　eyes　to　the　sea　whose　waves　were　gore。





BOOK　VI。



SUPERSTITION　DESERTING　FAITH。



Why　do　I　yield　to　that　suggestion；　Whose　horrid　image　doth　unfix

my　hair。Shakespeare



CHAPTER　6。I。



Therefore　the　Genii　were　painted　with　a　platter　full　of　garlands

and　flowers　in　one　hand；　and　a　whip　in　the　other。Alexander

Ross；　〃Mystag。　Poet。〃



According　to　the　order　of　the　events　related　in　this　narrative；

the　departure　of　Zanoni　and　Viola　from　the　Greek　isle；　in　which

two　happy　years　appear　to　have　been　passed；　must　have　been

somewhat　later　in　date　than　the　arrival　of　Glyndon　at　Marseilles。

It　must　have　been　in　the　course　of　the　year　1791　when　Viola　fled

from　Naples　with　her　mysterious　lover；　and　when　Glyndon　sought

Mejnour　in　the　fatal　castle。　　It　is　now　towards　the　close　of

1793；　when　our　story　again　returns　to　Zanoni。　　The　stars　of

winter　shone　down　on　the　lagunes　of　Venice。　　The　hum　of　the

Rialto　was　hushed；the　last　loiterers　had　deserted　the　Place　of

St。　Mark's；　and　only　at　distant　intervals　might　be　heard　the　oars

of　the　rapid　gondolas；　bearing　reveller　or　lover　to　his　home。

But　lights　still　flitted　to　and　fro　across　the　windows　of　one　of

the　Palladian　palaces；　whose　shadow　slept　in　the　great　canal；　and

within　the　palace　watched　the　twin　Eumenides　that　never　sleep　for

Man；Fear　and　Pain。



〃I　will　make　thee　the　richest　man　in　all　Venice；　if　thou　savest

her。〃



〃Signor；〃　said　the　leech；　〃your　gold　cannot　control　death；　and

the　will　of　Heaven；　signor；　unless　within　the　next　hour　there　is

some　blessed　change；　prepare　your　courage。〃



Hoho；　Zanoni！　man　of　mystery　and　might；　who　hast　walked　amidst

the　passions　of　the　world；　with　no　changes　on　thy　brow；　art　thou

tossed　at　last　upon　the　billows　of　tempestuous　fear？　　Does　thy

spirit　reel　to　and　fro？knowest　thou　at　last　the　strength　and

the　majesty　of　Death？



He　fled；　trembling；　from　the　pale…faced　man　of　art；fled　through

stately　hall　and　long…drawn　corridor；　and　gained　a　remote　chamber

in　the　palace；　which　other　step　than　his　was　not　permitted　to

profane。　　Out　with　thy　herbs　and　vessels。　　Break　from　the

enchanted　elements；　O　silvery…azure　flame！　　Why　comes　he　not；

the　Son　of　the　Starbeam！　　Why　is　Adon…Ai　deaf　to　thy　solemn　call？

It　comes　not；the　luminous　and　delightsome　Presence！　　Cabalist！

are　thy　charms　in　vain？　　Has　thy　throne　vanished　from　the　realms

of　space？　　Thou　standest　pale　and　trembling。　　Pale　trembler！　not

thus　didst　thou　look　when　the　things　of　glory　gathered　at　thy

spell。　　Never　to　the　pale　trembler　bow　the　things　of　glory：　　the

soul；　and　not　the　herbs；　nor　the　silvery…azure　flame；　nor　the

spells　of　the　Cabala；　commands　the　children　of　the　air；　and　THY

soul；　by　Love　and　Death；　is　made　sceptreless　and　discrowned！



At　length　the　flame　quivers；the　air　grows　cold　as　the　wind　in

charnels。　　A　thing　not　of　earth　is　present；a　mistlike；　formless

thing。　　It　cowers　in　the　distance；a　silent　Horror！　it　rises；　it

creeps；　it　nears　theedark　in　its　mantle　of　dusky　haze；　and

under　its　veil　it　looks　on　thee　with　its　livid；　malignant　eyes；

the　thing　of　malignant　eyes！



〃Ha；　young　Chaldean！　young　in　thy　countless　ages；young　as　when；

cold　to　pleasure　and　to　beauty；　thou　stoodest　on　the　old　Fire…

tower；　and　heardest　the　starry　silence　whisper　to　thee　the　last

mystery　that　baffles　Death；fearest　thou　Death　at　length？　　Is

thy　knowledge　but　a　circle　that　brings　thee　back　whence　thy

wanderings　began！　　Generations　on　generations　have　withered　since

we　two　met！　　Lo！　thou　beholdest　me　now！〃



〃But　I　behold　thee　without　fear！　　Though　beneath　thine　eyes

thousands　have　perished；　though；　where　they　burn；　spring　up　the

foul　poisons　of　the　human　heart；　and　to　those　whom　thou　canst

subject　to　thy　will；　thy　presence　glares　in　the　dreams　of　the

raving　maniac；　or　blackens　the　dungeon　of　despairing　crime；　thou

art　not　my　vanquisher；　but　my　slave！〃



〃And　as　a　slave　will　I　serve　thee！　　Command　thy　slave；　O

beautiful　Chaldean！　　Hark；　the　wail　of　women！hark；　the　sharp

shriek　of　thy　beloved　one！　　Death　is　in　thy　palace！　　Adon…Ai

comes　not　to　thy　call。　　Only　where　no　cloud　of　the　passion　and

the　flesh　veils　the　eye　of　the　Serene　Intelligence　ca