butwhatmemberofParliamenthadhalfhispower？Itistruethatinfar-offprovincesmendidnottalkdailyofTomTowersbuttheyreadTheJupiter，andacknowledgedthatwithoutTheJupiterlifewasnotworthhaving。Thiskindofhiddenbutstillconsciousglorysuitedthenatureoftheman。
　　Helovedtositsilentinacornerofhisclubandlistentotheloudchatteringofpoliticians，andtothinkhowtheyallwereinhispower——howhecouldsmitetheloudestofthem，wereitworthhiswhiletoraisehispenforsuchapurpose。Helovedtowatchthegreatmenofwhomhedailywrote，andflatterhimselfthathewasgreaterthananyofthem。Eachofthemwasresponsibletohiscountry，eachofthemmustanswerifinquiredinto，eachofthemmustendureabusewithgoodhumour，andinsolencewithoutanger。Buttowhomwashe，TomTowers，responsible？Noonecouldinsulthim；noonecouldinquireintohim。Hecouldspeakoutwitheringwords，andnoonecouldanswerhim:ministerscourtedhim，thoughperhapstheyknewnothisname；bishopsfearedhim；judgesdoubtedtheirownverdictsunlessheconfirmedthem；andgenerals，intheircouncilsofwar，didnotconsidermoredeeplywhattheenemywoulddo，thanwhatTheJupiterwouldsay。
　　TomTowersneverboastedofTheJupiter；hescarcelyevernamedthepapereventothemostintimateofhisfriends；hedidnotevenwishtobespokenofasconnectedwithit；buthedidnotthelessvaluehisprivileges，orthinkthelessofhisownimportance。ItisprobablethatTomTowersconsideredhimselfthemostpowerfulmaninEurope；andsohewalkedonfromdaytoday，studiouslystrivingtolookaman，butknowingwithinhisbreastthathewasagod。
　　TomTowers，DrAnticant，andMrSentiment’Ah，Bold！howareyou？Youhaven’tbreakfasted？’
　　’Ohyes，hoursago。Andhowareyou？’
　　WhenoneEsquimaumeetsanother，dothetwo，asaninvariablerule，askaftereachother’shealth？isitinherentinallhumannaturetomakethisobliginginquiry？Didanyreaderofthistaleevermeetanyfriendoracquaintancewithoutaskingsomesuchquestion，anddidanyoneeverlistentothereply？
　　Sometimesastudiouslycourteousquestionerwillshowsomuchthoughtinthematterastoanswerithimself，bydeclaringthathadhelookedatyouheneedn’thaveasked；meaningtherebytosignifythatyouareanabsolutepersonificationofhealth:butsuchpersonsareonlythosewhopremeditatesmalleffects。
　　’Isupposeyou’rebusy？’inquiredBold。
　　’Why，yes，rather；orIshouldsayrathernot。Ihavealeisurehourintheday，thisisit。’
　　’Iwanttoaskyouifyoucanobligemeinacertainmatter。’
　　Towersunderstoodinamoment，fromthetoneofhisfriend’svoice，thatthecertainmatterreferredtothenewspaper。
　　Hesmiled，andnoddedhishead，butmadenopromise。
　　’YouknowthislawsuitthatI’vebeenengagedin，’saidBold。
　　TomTowersintimatedthathewasawareoftheactionwhichwaspendingaboutthehospital。
　　’Well，I’veabandonedit。’
　　TomTowersmerelyraisedhiseyebrows，thrusthishandsintohistrowserspockets，andwaitedforhisfriendtoproceed。
　　’Yes，I’vegivenitup。Ineedn’ttroubleyouwithallthehistory；butthefactisthattheconductofMrHarding——
　　MrHardingisthe——’
　　’Ohyes，themasteroftheplace；themanwhotakesallthemoneyanddoesnothing，’saidTomTowers，interruptinghim。
　　’Well，Idon’tknowaboutthat；buthisconductinthematterhasbeensoexcellent，solittleselfish，soopen，thatI
　　cannotproceedinthemattertohisdetriment。’Bold’sheartmisgavehimastoEleanorashesaidthis；andyethefeltthatwhathesaidwasnotuntrue。’Ithinknothingshouldnowbedonetillthewardenshipbevacant。’
　　’Andbeagainfilled，’saidTowers，’asitcertainlywould，beforeanyoneheardofthevacancy；andthesameobjectionwouldagainexist。It’sanoldstorythatofthevestedrightsoftheincumbent；butsupposetheincumbenthasonlyavestedwrong，andthatthepoorofthetownhaveavestedright，iftheyonlyknewhowtogetatit:isnotthatsomethingthecasehere？’
　　Boldcouldn’tdenyit，butthoughtitwasoneofthosecaseswhichrequiredagooddealofmanagementbeforeanyrealgoodcouldbedone。Itwasapitythathehadnotconsideredthisbeforehecreptintothelion’smouth，intheshapeofanattorney’soffice。
　　’Itwillcostyouagooddeal，Ifear，’saidTowers。
　　’Afewhundreds，’saidBold——’perhapsthreehundred；I
　　can’thelpthat，andampreparedforit。’
　　’That’sphilosophical。It’squiterefreshingtohearamantalkingofhishundredsinsopurelyindifferentamanner。
　　ButI’msorryyouaregivingthematterup。Itinjuresamantocommenceathingofthiskind，andnotcarryitthrough。
　　Haveyouseenthat？’andhethrewasmallpamphletacrossthetable，whichwasallbutdampfromthepress。
　　Boldhadnotseenitnorheardofit；buthewaswellacquaintedwiththeauthorofit——agentlemanwhosepamphlets，condemnatoryofallthingsinthesemoderndays，hadbeenagooddealtalkedaboutoflate。
　　DrPessimistAnticantwasaScotchman，whohadpassedagreatportionofhisearlydaysinGermany；hehadstudiedtherewithmucheffect，andhadlearnttolookwithGermansubtiltyintotherootofthings，andtoexamineforhimselftheirintrinsicworthandworthlessness。Nomaneverresolvedmorebravelythanhetoacceptasgoodnothingthatwasevil；tobanishfromhimasevilnothingthatwasgood。
　　’Tisapitythatheshouldnothaverecognisedthefact，thatinthisworldnogoodisunalloyed，andthatthereisbutlittleevilthathasnotinitsomeseedofwhatisgoodly。
　　ReturningfromGermany，hehadastonishedthereadingpublicbythevigourofhisthoughts，putforthinthequaintestlanguage。HecannotwriteEnglish，saidthecritics。Nomatter，saidthepublic；wecanreadwhathedoeswrite，andthatwithoutyawning。AndsoDrPessimistAnticantbecamePopular。Popularityspoilthimforallfurtherrealuse，asithasdonemanyanother。While，withsomediffidence，heconfinedhisobjurgationstotheoccasionalfolliesorshortcomingsofmankind；whileheridiculedtheenergyofthesquiredevotedtotheslaughterofpartridges，orthemistakeofsomenoblepatronwhoturnedapoetintoagaugerofbeer-
　　barrels，itwasallwell；weweregladtobetoldourfaultsandtolookforwardtothecomingmillennium，whenallmen，havingsufficientlystudiedtheworksofDrAnticant，wouldbecometruthfulandenergetic。Butthedoctormistookthesignsofthetimesandthemindsofmen，institutedhimselfcensorofthingsingeneral，andbeganthegreattaskofreprobatingeverythingandeverybody，withoutfurtherpromiseofanymillenniumatall。Thiswasnotsowell；and，totellthetruth，ourauthordidnotsucceedinhisundertaking。Histheorieswereallbeautiful，andthecodeofmoralsthathetaughtuscertainlyanimprovementonthepracticesoftheage。Weallofuscould，andmanyofusdid，learnmuchfromthedoctorwhilehechosetoremainvague，mysterious，andcloudy:butwhenhebecamepractical，thecharmwasgone。
　　Hisallusiontothepoetandthepartridgeswasreceivedverywell。’Oh，mypoorbrother，’saidhe，’slaughteredpartridgesascoreofbracetoeachgun，andpoetsgaugingale-
　　barrels，withsixtypoundsayear，atDumfries，arenotthesignsofagreatera！——perhapsofthesmallestpossibleerayetwrittenof。Whatevereconomieswepursue，politicalorother，letusseeatoncethatthisisthemaddestoftheuneconomic:
　　partridgeskilledbyourlandmagnatesat，shallwesay，aguineaahead，toberetailedinLeadenhallatoneshillingandninepence，withonepoacherinlimboforeveryfiftybirds！
　　ourpoet，maker，creator，gaugingale，andthatbadly，withnoleisureformakingorcreating，onlyalittleleisurefordrinking，andsuchlikebeer-barrelavocations！Truly，acuttingofblockswithfinerazorswhilewescrapeourchinssouncomfortablywithrustyknives！Oh，mypoliticaleconomist，masterofsupplyanddemand，divisionoflabourandhighpressure——oh，myloud-speakingfriend，tellme，ifsomuchbeinyou，whatisthedemandforpoetsinthesekingdomsofQueenVictoria，andwhatthevouchsafedsupply？’
　　Thiswasallverywell:thisgaveussomehope。Wemightdobetterwithournextpoet，whenwegotone；andthoughthepartridgesmightnotbeabandoned，somethingcouldperhapsbedoneastothepoachers。Wewereunwilling，however，totakelessonsinpoliticsfromsomistyaprofessor；andwhenhecametotellusthattheheroesofWestminsterwerenaught，webegantothinkthathehadwrittenenough。Hisattackupondespatchboxeswasnotthoughttohavemuchinit；butasitisshort，thedoctorshallagainbeallowedtospeakhissentiments。
　　’Couldutmostingenuityinthemanagementofredtapeavailanythingtomenlyinggasping——wemaysay，allbutdead；coulddespatchboxeswithnever-so-muchvelvetliningandChubb’spatentbeofcomforttoapeopleinextremes，I
　　also，withsomanyothers，would，withparchedtongue，callonthenameofLordJohnRussell；or，mybrother，atyouradvice，onLordAberdeen；or，mycousin，onLordDerby，atyours；being，withmyparchedtongue，indifferenttosuchmatters。’Tisallone。Oh，Derby！Oh，Gladstone！Oh，Palmerston！Oh，LordJohn！Eachcomesrunningwithserenefaceanddespatchbox。Vainphysicians！thoughtherewerehostsofsuch，nodespatchboxwillcurethisdisorder！
　　What！arethereotherdoctors’newnames，discipleswhohavenotburdenedtheirsoulswithtape？Well，letuscallagain。
　　Oh，Disraeli，greatoppositionist，manofthebitterbrow！or，Oh，Molesworth，greatreformer，thouwhopromisestUtopia。
　　Theycome；eachwiththatsereneface，andeach——alas，me！
　　alas，mycountry！——eachwithadespatchbox！
　　’Oh，theserenityofDowningStreet！
　　’Mybrothers，whenhopewasoveronthebattle-field，whennodimmestchanceofvictoryremained，theancientRomancouldhidehisfacewithinhistoga，anddiegracefully。CanyouandIdosonow？Ifso，’twerebestforus；ifnot，ohmybrothers，wemustdiedisgracefully，forhopeoflifeandvictoryIseenonelefttousinthisworldbelow。Iforonecannottrustmuchtoserenefaceanddespatchbox！’
　　Theremightbetruthinthis，theremightbedepthofreasoning；