“You must not allow yourself to fall into such a state of mind as this,” said the doctor, “or you will become a patient of mine very quickly.” “I cannot help it.” “Well, but be a man. If there are serious evils affecting you, fight out against them the best way you can.” “I cannot.” “Come, now, listen to me. We need not, I think, trouble ourselves about the pane of glass, so come along.” He took the arm of Henry and walked on with him a little in advance of the others. “Henry,” he said, “the best way, you may depend, of meeting evils, be they great or small, is to get up an obstinate feeling of defiance against them. Now, when anything occurs which is uncomfortable to me, I endeavour to convince myself, and I have no great difficulty in doing so, that I am a decidedly injured man.” “Indeed!” “Yes; I get very angry, and that gets up a kind of obstinacy, which makes me not feel half so much mental misery as would be my portion, if I were to succumb to the evil, and commence whining over it, as many people do, under the pretence of being resigned.” “But this family affliction of mine transcends anything that anybody else ever endured.” “I don’t know that; but it is a view of the subject which, if I were you, would only make me more obstinate.” “What can I do?” “In the first place, I would say to myself, ‘There may or there may not be supernatural beings, who, from some physical derangement of the ordinary nature of things, make themselves obnoxious to living people; if there are, d—n them! There may be vampyres; and if there are, I defy them.’ Let the imagination paint its very worst terrors; let fear do what it will and what it can in peopling the mind with horrors. Shrink from nothing, and even then I would defy them all.” “Is not that like defying Heaven?” “Most certainly not; for in all we say and in all we do we act from the impulses of that mind which is given to us by Heaven itself. If Heaven creates an intellect and a mind of a certain order, Heaven will not quarrel that it does the work which it was adapted to do.” “I know these are your opinions. I have heard you mention them before.” “They are the opinions of every rational person. Henry Bannerworth, because they will stand the test of reason; and what I urge upon you is, not to allow yourself to be mentally prostrated, even if a vampyre has paid a visit to your house. Defy him, say I—fight him. Self-preservation is a great law of nature, implanted in all our hearts; do you summon it to your aid.” “I will endeavour to think as you would have me. I thought more than once of summoning religion to my aid.” “Well, that is religion.” “Indeed!” “I consider so, and the most rational religion of all. All that we read about religion that does not seem expressly to agree with it, you may consider as an allegory.”