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THE FIRE-TENDER.Pathetic, by all means.But I don't know that they would be pathetic if they were not ludicrous.There are those reform singers who have been piping away so sweetly now for thirty years, with never any diminution of cheerful, patient enthusiasm; their hair growing longer and longer, their eyes brighter and brighter, and their faces, I do believe, sweeter and sweeter; singing always with the same constancy for the slave, for the drunkard, for the snufftaker, for the suffragist,--"There'sa-good-time-com-ing-boys (nothing offensive is intended by "boys," it is put in for euphony, and sung pianissimo, not to offend the suffragists), it's-almost-here." And what a brightening up of their faces there is when they say, "it's-al-most-here," not doubting for a moment that "it's"coming tomorrow; and the accompanying melodeon also wails its wheezy suggestion that "it's-al-most-here," that "good-time" (delayed so long, waiting perhaps for the invention of the melodeon) when we shall all sing and all play that cheerful instrument, and all vote, and none shall smoke, or drink, or eat meat, "boys." I declare it almost makes me cry to hear them, so touching is their faith in the midst of a jeer-ing world.

HERBERT.I suspect that no one can be a genuine reformer and not be ridiculous.I mean those who give themselves up to the unction of the reform.

THE MISTRESS.Does n't that depend upon whether the reform is large or petty?

THE FIRE-TENDER.I should say rather that the reforms attracted to them all the ridiculous people, who almost always manage to become the most conspicuous.I suppose that nobody dare write out all that was ludicrous in the great abolition movement.But it was not at all comical to those most zealous in it; they never could see--more's the pity, for thereby they lose much--the humorous side of their per-formances, and that is why the pathos overcomes one's sense of the absurdity of such people.

THE YOUNG LADY.It is lucky for the world that so many are willing to be absurd.

HERBERT.Well, I think that, in the main, the reformers manage to look out for themselves tolerably well.I knew once a lean and faithful agent of a great philanthropic scheme, who contrived to collect every year for the cause just enough to support him at a good hotel comfortably.

THE MISTRESS.That's identifying one's self with the cause.

MANDEVILLE.You remember the great free-soil convention at Buffalo, in 1848, when Van Buren was nominated.All the world of hope and discontent went there, with its projects of reform.There seemed to be no doubt, among hundreds that attended it, that if they could get a resolution passed that bread should be buttered on both sides, it would be so buttered.The platform provided for every want and every woe.

THE FIRE-TENDER.I remember.If you could get the millennium by political action, we should have had it then.

MANDEVILLE.We went there on the Erie Canal, the exciting and fashionable mode of travel in those days.I was a boy when we began the voyage.The boat was full of conventionists; all the talk was of what must be done there.I got the impression that as that boat-load went so would go the convention; and I was not alone in that feeling.

I can never be grateful enough for one little scrubby fanatic who was on board, who spent most of his time in drafting resolutions and reading them privately to the passengers.He was a very enthusiastic, nervous, and somewhat dirty little man, who wore a woolen muffler about his throat, although it was summer; he had nearly lost his voice, and could only speak in a hoarse, disagreeable whisper, and he always carried a teacup about, containing some sticky compound which he stirred frequently with a spoon, and took, whenever he talked, in order to improve his voice.If he was separated from his cup for ten minutes, his whisper became inaudible.I greatly delighted in him, for I never saw any one who had so much enjoyment of his own importance.He was fond of telling what he would do if the conven-tion rejected such and such resolutions.He'd make it hot for them.I did n't know but he'd make them take his mixture.The convention had got to take a stand on tobacco, for one thing.He'd heard Gid-dings took snuff; he'd see.When we at length reached Buffalo he took his teacup and carpet-bag of resolutions and went ashore in a great hurry.I saw him once again in a cheap restaurant, whispering a resolution to another delegate, but he did n't appear in the con-vention.I have often wondered what became of him.

OUR NEXT DOOR.Probably he's consul somewhere.They mostly are.

THE FIRE-TENDER.After all, it's the easiest thing in the world to sit and sneer at eccentricities.But what a dead and uninteresting world it would be if we were all proper, and kept within the lines!

Affairs would soon be reduced to mere machinery.There are moments, even days, when all interests and movements appear to be settled upon some universal plan of equilibrium; but just then some restless and absurd person is inspired to throw the machine out of gear.These individual eccentricities seem to be the special providences in the general human scheme.

HERBERT.They make it very hard work for the rest of us, who are disposed to go along peaceably and smoothly.

MANDEVILLE.And stagnate.I 'm not sure but the natural condition of this planet is war, and that when it is finally towed to its anchorage--if the universe has any harbor for worlds out of commission--it will look like the Fighting Temeraire in Turner's picture.

HERBERT.There is another thing I should like to understand: the tendency of people who take up one reform, perhaps a personal regeneration in regard to some bad habit, to run into a dozen other isms, and get all at sea in several vague and pernicious theories and practices.

MANDEVILLE.Herbert seems to think there is safety in a man's being anchored, even if it is to a bad habit.