Believe in a future and banish that gross obscuration of you.

Decline to let that old-yeoman-turned alderman stand any longer for the national man.
Speaking to the brain of the country, one is sure of the power of a resolute sign from it to dismiss the brainless.

Banish him your revels and your debatings, prohibit him your Christmas, lend no ear either to his panics or his testiness, especially none to his rages; do not report him at all, and he will soon subside into his domestic, varied by pothouse, privacy.

The brain should lead, if there be a brain.

Once free of him, you will know that for half a century you have appeared bottom upward to mankind.