EXTRA-LEAF. The chapel or vestry of such a temple is further called a dog's hole or dungeon. The priests and fellows of this pagoda are the gaolers and constables. In fact, the times are no more when the great folk were indifferent to truths; now they rather seek out a man who has uttered weighty ones, and hunt after him, and (with more justice than the Tyrians did their god Hercules) make him fast in the aforesaid temples with chains and iron _postillons d'amour_, that he may there on this insulating-stool (_Isolatorio_) the better concentrate and accumulate his electric fire and light. When once such a Mercury is so fixed; and has for a sufficient length of time had, in common with the fixed stars, beside light, immobility also, then they can finally, if more has been made out of him by this process, get him even up to the tripod,--as they call the gallows,--for a _hanging_ seal of truth, where he can shrink up into a regular, dried, natural specimen, because he may not otherwise be stuck as a useful example into the _herbarium vivum_ of the philosophic martyrology. Such a hanging is a more dignified and profitable imitation of the crucifixion of Christ, than I have seen in ever so many Catholic Churches on Good Friday, and in fact not a whit less forcible than that which Michael Angelo, according to the tradition, arranged, who crucified _re verâ_ the man who sat, or rather hung, to him for the Crucified. Hence in Catholic countries, beside the _bloodless_ masses, there are sundry _bloody_ ones; for such a quasi Christ, who is raised by a little hemp, not into the third heaven, but still into the tremulous heaven[168] (_cœlum trepidationis_), must--and for that reason they slay him--render to his doctrines by his death the service which the higher death of the Cross once rendered. And verily the dead still preach;--to die for the truth is a death not for one's country, but for the world;--the truth, like the Medicean Venus, is handed over in thirty fragments to posterity; but posterity will fit them together again to form a goddess,--and thy temple, eternal Truth, which now stands half under the earth, undermined by the burials of thy martyrs, will at last rear itself above the earth, and stand, made of iron, with every pillar in a precious grave! _End_. Cato rode after Matthieu, who had fled to Kussewitz, and laid before him, with French eloquence, Flamin's plan to die, and their own to save him. Mat approved all, but he believed nothing of it; he still staid over the limits. Yet he begged for himself the favor, not to take it ill of him, if he should requite Flamin's noble sacrifice with something which would be against their plan, but beyond their hopes. Would he perhaps mention to the Prince that _his son_ lay in prison?