clear　all　the　ensuing　corruptions　of　the　august　name；Smintheus；
  Smitheus；　Smithe；　Smith！　　And　even　now；　I　may　remark　that　the
  more　ancient　branches　of　that　illustrious　family；　unconsciously
  anxious　to　approximate　at　least　by　a　letter　nearer　to　the　true
  title；　take　a　pious　pleasure　in　writing　their　names　Smith_e_！〃
  The　philologist　was　much　struck　with　this　discovery；　and　begged
  Mervale's　permission　to　note　it　down　as　an　illustration　suitable
  to　a　work　he　was　about　to　publish　on　the　origin　of　languages；　to
  be　called　〃Babel；〃　and　published　in　three　quartos　by
  subscription。
  CHAPTER　2。VII。
  Learn　to　be　poor　in　spirit；　my　son；　if　you　would　penetrate　that
  sacred　night　which　environs　truth。　　Learn　of　the　Sages　to　allow
  to　the　Devils　no　power　in　Nature；　since　the　fatal　stone　has　shut
  'em　up　in　the　depth　of　the　abyss。　　Learn　of　the　Philosophers
  always　to　look　for　natural　causes　in　all　extraordinary　events；
  and　when　such　natural　causes　are　wanting；　recur　to　God。The
  Count　de　Gabalis。
  All　these　additions　to　his　knowledge　of　Zanoni；　picked　up　in　the
  various　lounging…places　and　resorts　that　he　frequented；　were
  unsatisfactory　to　Glyndon。　　That　night　Viola　did　not　perform　at
  the　theatre；　and　the　next　day；　still　disturbed　by　bewildered
  fancies；　and　averse　to　the　sober　and　sarcastic　companionship　of
  Mervale；　Glyndon　sauntered　musingly　into　the　public　gardens；　and
  paused　under　the　very　tree　under　which　he　had　first　heard　the
  voice　that　had　exercised　upon　his　mind　so　singular　an　influence。
  The　gardens　were　deserted。　　He　threw　himself　on　one　of　the　seats
  placed　beneath　the　shade；　and　again；　in　the　midst　of　his　reverie；
  the　same　cold　shudder　came　over　him　which　Zanoni　had　so
  distinctly　defined；　and　to　which　he　had　ascribed　so　extraordinary
  a　cause。
  He　roused　himself　with　a　sudden　effort；　and　started　to　see；
  seated　next　him；　a　figure　hideous　enough　to　have　personated　one
  of　the　malignant　beings　of　whom　Zanoni　had　spoken。　　It　was　a
  small　man；　dressed　in　a　fashion　strikingly　at　variance　with　the
  elaborate　costume　of　the　day：　　an　affectation　of　homeliness　and
  poverty　approaching　to　squalor；　in　the　loose　trousers；　coarse　as
  a　ship's　sail；　in　the　rough　jacket；　which　appeared　rent　wilfully
  into　holes；　and　the　black；　ragged；　tangled　locks　that　streamed
  from　their　confinement　under　a　woollen　cap；　accorded　but　ill　with
  other　details　which　spoke　of　comparative　wealth。　　The　shirt；　open
  at　the　throat；　was　fastened　by　a　brooch　of　gaudy　stones；　and　two
  pendent　massive　gold　chains　announced　the　foppery　of　two　watches。
  The　man's　figure；　if　not　absolutely　deformed；　was　yet
  marvellously　ill…favoured；　his　shoulders　high　and　square；　his
  chest　flattened；　as　if　crushed　in；　his　gloveless　hands　were
  knotted　at　the　joints；　and；　large；　bony；　and　muscular；　dangled
  from　lean；　emaciated　wrists；　as　if　not　belonging　to　them。　　His
  features　had　the　painful　distortion　sometimes　seen　in　the
  countenance　of　a　cripple；large；　exaggerated；　with　the　nose
  nearly　touching　the　chin；　the　eyes　small；　but　glowing　with　a
  cunning　fire　as　they　dwelt　on　Glyndon；　and　the　mouth　was　twisted
  into　a　grin　that　displayed　rows　of　jagged；　black；　broken　teeth。
  Yet　over　this　frightful　face　there　still　played　a　kind　of
  disagreeable　intelligence；　an　expression　at　once　astute　and　bold；
  and　as　Glyndon；　recovering　from　the　first　impression；　looked
  again　at　his　neighbour；　he　blushed　at　his　own　dismay；　and
  recognised　a　French　artist；　with　whom　he　had　formed　an
  acquaintance；　and　who　was　possessed　of　no　inconsiderable　talents
  in　his　calling。
  Indeed；　it　was　to　be　remarked　that　this　creature；　whose　externals
  were　so　deserted　by　the　Graces；　particularly　delighted　in　designs
  aspiring　to　majesty　and　grandeur。　　Though　his　colouring　was　hard
  and　shallow；　as　was　that　generally　of　the　French　school　at　the
  time；　his　DRAWINGS　were　admirable　for　symmetry；　simple　elegance；
  and　classic　vigour；　at　the　same　time　they　unquestionably　wanted
  ideal　grace。　　He　was　fond　of　selecting　subjects　from　Roman
  history；　rather　than　from　the　copious　world　of　Grecian　beauty；　or
  those　still　more　sublime　stories　of　scriptural　record　from　which
  Raphael　and　Michael　Angelo　borrowed　their　inspirations。　　His
  grandeur　was　that　not　of　gods　and　saints；　but　mortals。　　His
  delineation　of　beauty　was　that　which　the　eye　cannot　blame　and　the
  soul　does　not　acknowledge。　　In　a　word；　as　it　was　said　of
  Dionysius；　he　was　an　Anthropographos；　or　Painter　of　Men。　　It　was
  also　a　notable　contradiction　in　this　person；　who　was　addicted　to
  the　most　extravagant　excesses　in　every　passion；　whether　of　hate
  or　love；　implacable　in　revenge；　and　insatiable　in　debauch；　that
  he　was　in　the　habit　of　uttering　the　most　beautiful　sentiments　of
  exalted　purity　and　genial　philanthropy。　　The　world　was　not　good
  enough　for　him；　he　was；　to　use　the　expressive　German　phrase；　A
  WORLD…BETTERER！　　Nevertheless；　his　sarcastic　lip　often　seemed　to
  mock　the　sentiments　he　uttered；　as　if　it　sought　to　insinuate　that
  he　was　above　even　the　world　he　would　construct。
  Finally；　this　painter　was　in　close　correspondence　with　the
  Republicans　of　Paris；　and　was　held　to　be　one　of　those
  missionaries　whom；　from　the　earliest　period　of　the　Revolution；
  the　regenerators　of　mankind　were　pleased　to　despatch　to　the
  various　states　yet　shackled；　whether　by　actual　tyranny　or
  wholesome　laws。　　Certainly；　as　the　historian　of　Italy　（Botta。）
  has　observed；　there　was　no　city　in　Italy　where　these　new
  doctrines　would　be　received　with　greater　favour　than　Naples；
  partly　from　the　lively　temper　of　the　people；　principally　because
  the　most　hateful　feudal　privileges；　however　partially　curtailed
  some　years　before　by　the　great　minister；　Tanuccini；　still
  presented　so　many　daily　and　practical　evils　as　to　make　change
  wear　a　more　substantial　charm　than　the　mere　and　meretricious
  bloom　on　the　cheek　of　the　harlot；　Novelty。　　This　man；　whom　I　will
  call　Jean　Nicot；　was；　therefore；　an　oracle　among　the　younger　and
  bolder　spirits　of　Naples；　and　before　Glyndon　had　met　Zanoni；　the
  former　had　not　been　among　the　least　dazzled　by　the　eloquent
  aspirations　of　the　hideous　philanthropist。
  〃It　is　so　long　since　we　have　met；　cher　confrere；〃　said　Nicot；
  drawing　his　seat　nearer　to　Glyndon's；　〃that　you　cannot　be
  surprised　that　I　see　you　with　delight；　and　even　take　the　liberty
  to　intrude　on　your　meditations。
  〃They　were　of　no　agreeable　nature；〃　said　Glyndon；　〃and　never　was
  intrusion　more　welcome。〃
  〃You　will　be　charmed　to　hear；〃　said　Nicot；　drawing　several
  letters　from　his　bosom；　〃that　the　good　work　proceeds　with
  marvellous　rapidity。　　Mirabeau；　indeed；　is　no　more；　but；　mort
  Diable！　the　French　people　are　now　a　Mirabeau　themselves。〃　　With
  this　remark；　Monsieur　Nicot　proceeded　to　read　and　to　comment　upon
  several　animated　and　interesting　passages　in　his　correspondence；
  in　which　the　word　virtue　was　introduced　twenty…seven　times；　and
  God　not　once。　　And　then；　warmed　by　the　cheering　prospects　thus
  opened　to　him；　he　began　to　indulge　in　those　anticipations　of　the
  future；　the　outline　of　which　we　have　already　seen　in　the　eloquent
  extravagance　of　Condorcet。　　All　the　old　virtues　were　dethroned
  for　a　new　Pantheon：　　patriotism　was　a　narrow　sentiment；
  philanthropy　was　to　be　its　successor。　　No　love　that　did　not
  embrace　all　mankind；　as　warm　for　Indus　and　the　Pole　as　for　the
  hearth　of　home；　was　worthy　the　breast　of　a　generous　man。　　Opinion
  was　to　be　free　as　air；　and　in　order　to　make　it　so；　it　was
  necessary　to　exterminate　all　those　whose　opinions　were　not　the
  same　as　Mons。　Jean　Nicot's。　　Much　of　this　amused；　much　revolted
  Glyndon；　but　when　the　painter　turned　to　dwell　upon　a　science　that
  all　should　comprehend；　and　the　results　of　which　all　should
  enjoy；a　science　that；　springing　from　the　soil　of　equal
  institutions　and　equal　mental　cultivation；　should　give　to　all　the
  races　of　men　wealth　without　labour；　and　a　life　longer　than　the
  Patriarchs'；　without　care；then　Glyndon　listened　with　interest
  and　admiration；　not　unmixed　with　awe。　　〃Observe；〃　said　Nicot；
  〃how　much　that　we　now　cherish　as　a　virtue　will　then　be　rejected
  as　meanness。　　Our　oppressors；　for　instance；　preach　to　us　of　the
  excellence　of　gratitude。　　Gratitude；　the　confession　of
  inferiority！　　What　so　hateful　to　a　noble　spirit　as　the
  humiliating　sense　of　obligation？　　But　where　there　is　equality
  there　can　be　no　means　for　power　thus　to　enslave　merit。　　The
  benefactor　and　the　client　will　alike　cease；　and〃
  〃And　in　the　mean　time；〃　said　a　low　voice；　at　hand；〃in　the　mean
  time；　Jean　Nicot？〃
  The　two　artists　started；　and　Glyndon　recognised　Zanoni。
  He　gazed　with　a　brow　of　unusual　sternness　on　Nicot；　who；　lumped
  together　as　he　sat；　looked　up　at　him　askew；　and　with　an
  expression　of　fear　and　dismay　upon　his　distorted　countenance。
  Ho；　ho！　　Messire　Jean　Nicot；　thou　who　fearest　neither　God　nor
  Devil；　why　fearest　thou　the　eye　of　a　man？
  〃It　is　not　the　first　time　I　have　been　a　witness　to　your　opi