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           Somuchachieved,yethowabortiveishislife!Whomshallwechooseforhiscompanion?Someweakframedblacksmith,perhaps,whosedelicacyofmusclemighthavesuitedatailor’sshopboardbetterthantheanvil.

           Shallwebidthetrumpetsoundagain?Itishardlyworththewhile.Thereremainafewidlemenoffortune,tavernandgrog-shoploungers,lazzaroni,oldbachelors,decayingmaidens,andpeopleofcrookedintellectortemper,allofwhommayfindtheirlike,orsometolerableapproachtoit,intheplentifuldiversityofourlatterclass.Theretoo,ashisultimatedestiny,mustwerankthedreamer,who,allhislifelong,hascherishedtheideathathewaspeculiarlyaptforsomething,butnevercoulddeterminewhatitwas;andtherethemostunfortunateofmen,whosepurposeithasbeentoenjoylife’spleasures,buttoavoidamanfulstrugglewithitstoilandsorrow.Theremainder,ifany,mayconnectthemselveswithwhateverrankoftheprocessiontheyshallfindbestadaptedtotheirtastesandconsciences.Theworstpossiblefatewouldbetoremainbehind,shiveringinthesolitudeoftime,whilealltheworldisonthemovetowardseternity.Ourattempttoclassifysocietyisnowcomplete.Theresultmaybeanythingbutperfect;yetbetter—togiveittheverylowestpraise—thantheantiqueruleoftheherald’soffice,orthemodernoneofthetax-gatherer,wherebytheaccidentsandsuperficialattributeswithwhichtherealnatureofindividualshasleasttodo,areacteduponasthedeepestcharacteristicsofmankind.