"Ye Gods!" cried Dr. Linister, swearing in the language of the Past and by the shadows long forgotten. "Ye Gods! How stupid they have become! I knew not that they were so far gone. Can nothing move them? They have seen a victorious Rebellion--a Revolution, not without bloodshed. But they pay no heed. Will nothing move them? Will words? Call some of them together, Jack. Drive them here. Let us try to speak to them. It may be that I shall touch some chord which will recall the Past. It was thus that you--we--were all awakened from that deadly Torpor." Being thus summoned, the People--men and women--flocked about the scaffold, now stripped of its black draperies, and listened while Dr. Linister harangued them. They were told to stand and listen, and they obeyed, without a gleam in their patient, sheep-like faces to show that they understood. * * * * * "I can do no more!" cried Dr. Linister, after three-quarters of an hour. He had drawn a skilful and moving picture of the Past; he had depicted its glories and its joys, compared with the dismal realities of the Present. He dwelt upon their loveless and passionless existence; he showed them how they were gradually sinking lower and lower--that they would soon lose the intelligence necessary even for the daily task. Then he asked them if they would join his friends and himself in the new Life which they were about to begin: it should be full of all the old things--endeavor, struggle, ambition, and Love. They should be alive, not half dead. More he said--a great deal more--but to no purpose. If they showed any intelligence at all, it was terror at the thought of change. Dr. Linister descended. "It is no use," he said. "Will you try, Jack?" "Not by speaking. But I will try another plan." He disappeared, and presently came back again, having visited the cellars behind the Public Halls. After him came servants, rolling barrels and casks at his direction. "I am going to try the effect of a good drink," said Jack. "In the old days they were always getting drunk, and the trades had each their favorite liquor. It is now no one knows how long since these poor fellows have had to become sober, because they could no longer exceed their ration. Let us encourage them to get drunk. I am sure that ought to touch a chord." This disgraceful idea was actually carried out. Drink of all kinds--spirits, beer, and every sort of intoxicating liquor--were brought forth, and the men were invited to sit down and drink freely, after the manner of the old time. When they saw the casks brought out and placed on stands, each ready with its spigot, and, beside the casks, the tables and benches, spread for them--on the benches, pipes and tobacco--gleams of intelligence seemed to steal into their eyes.