Such words should, nevertheless, be uttered, when they dwell truly in the soul of any man.

Words are hard, are importunate; but how much harder the importunate events they foreshadow! Here and there a human soul may listen to the words,--who knows how many human souls?
whereby the importunate events, if not diverted and prevented, will be rendered _less_ hard.

The present Editor's purpose is to himself full of hope.
For though fierce travails, though wide seas and roaring gulfs lie before us, is it not something if a Loadstar, in the eternal sky, do once more disclose itself; an everlasting light, shining through all cloud-tempests and roaring billows, ever as we emerge from the trough of the sea: the blessed beacon, far off on the edge of far horizons, towards which we are to steer incessantly for life?
Is it not something; O Heavens, is it not all?
There lies the Heroic Promised Land; under that Heaven's-light, my brethren, bloom the Happy Isles,--there, O there! Thither will we; There dwells the great Achilles whom we knew.* -- ----------- * Tennyson's _Poems_ (Ulysses) -- --------- There dwell all Heroes, and will dwell: thither, all ye heroic- minded!--The Heaven's Loadstar once clearly in our eye, how will each true man stand truly to _his_ work in the ship; how, with undying hope, will all things be fronted, all be conquered.

Nay, with the ship's prow once turned in that direction, is not all, as it were, already well?
Sick wasting misery has become noble manful effort with a goal in our eye.

'The choking Nightmare chokes us no longer; for we _stir_ under it; the Nightmare has already fled.'-- Certainly, could the present Editor instruct men how to know Wisdom, Heroism, when they see it, that they might do reverence to it only, and loyally make it ruler over them,--yes, he were the living epitome of all Editors, Teachers, Prophets, that now teach and prophesy; he were an _Apollo_-Morrison, a Trismegistus! and _effective_ Cassandra! Let no Able Editor hope such things.