The Hall of Science was half full of people--the usual gathering--those
who came every Sunday evening and took the simple feast of fraternity.
The table was spread with the white cloth, on which were laid out the
toast and muffins, the ham and shrimps, and bread and butter and
watercress; and on the appearance of the Chief, the tea was brought up,
and they all sat down. Now, it had been observed by all that since the
adhesion of this young lady the Leader's discourses had been much more
confident, his manner had been clearer, his points more forcibly put.
This was because, for the first time, he had had an opportunity of
discussing his own doctrines with a mind able to follow him. Nothing so
valuable to a teacher of new things as a sympathetic woman for listener
and disciple. Witness the leading example of the Prophet Mohammed. Also,
their leader had never before been so cheerful--so hopeful--so full of
life and youth and spring. He was young again: he talked like a young
man, though his hair was gray. This was because he loved a woman, for
the first time in his life: he called it paternal affection: whatever
kind of love it was, it worked in him the same miracle that love always
works in man--young or old--it gave him back the fire of youth.
This evening he sat at the head of the table dispensing his simple
hospitality with a geniality and a heartiness unknown before the arrival
of this young lady. He talked, meantime, in the lofty vein, above the
style and manner common to his hearers, but not above their
comprehension; he spoke of a higher life attainable by man at his best,
when the victory over nature should be complete, and every force should
be subdued and made slave to man, and all diseases should be swept away,
and the Perfect man should stand upon the earth at last, Lord and Master
of all--Adamus Redivivus. When that time should come, there would be no
Property, of course; everything was to be in common; but the new life
would be full of love and joy; there would be long-continued youth, so
that none should be made to rise from the feast unsatisfied; nay, it
seemed to this Dreamer that everyone should continue at the feast as
long as he pleased, till he was satiated and desired a change.
Long-continued youth; all were to be young, and to keep young; the girls
were to be beautiful and the men strong; he pronounced--he--the
hermit--the anchorite--the celibate who knew not love--a eulogy on the
beauty of women: and he mourned over those men who miss their share of
love.
The hearts of those who heard were uplifted, for this man had the
mesmeric faculty of compelling those who heard him to feel what he
wanted them to feel. Most of them had been accustomed to regard their
Leader as a man of benevolent manners but austere principles. Now he was
tender and human, full of sympathy even with those weak vessels who fall
in love, and for the sake of love are content to be all their lives
slaves--yea, even slaves to Property.
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