In the interval of my seclusion, there had been a number of recruits to

our little army of saints and martyrs. They were mostly individuals

who had gone through such an experience as to disgust them with

ordinary pursuits, but who were not yet so old, nor had suffered so

deeply, as to lose their faith in the better time to come. On comparing

their minds one with another they often discovered that this idea of a

Community had been growing up, in silent and unknown sympathy, for

years. Thoughtful, strongly lined faces were among them; sombre brows,

but eyes that did not require spectacles, unless prematurely dimmed by

the student's lamplight, and hair that seldom showed a thread of

silver.

Age, wedded to the past, incrusted over with a stony layer of

habits, and retaining nothing fluid in its possibilities, would have

been absurdly out of place in an enterprise like this. Youth, too, in

its early dawn, was hardly more adapted to our purpose; for it would

behold the morning radiance of its own spirit beaming over the very

same spots of withered grass and barren sand whence most of us had seen

it vanish. We had very young people with us, it is true,--downy lads,

rosy girls in their first teens, and children of all heights above

one's knee; but these had chiefly been sent hither for education, which

it was one of the objects and methods of our institution to supply.

Then we had boarders, from town and elsewhere, who lived with us in a

familiar way, sympathized more or less in our theories, and sometimes

shared in our labors.

On the whole, it was a society such as has seldom met together; nor,

perhaps, could it reasonably be expected to hold together long. Persons

of marked individuality--crooked sticks, as some of us might be

called--are not exactly the easiest to bind up into a fagot. But, so

long as our union should subsist, a man of intellect and feeling, with

a free nature in him, might have sought far and near without finding so

many points of attraction as would allure him hitherward. We were of

all creeds and opinions, and generally tolerant of all, on every

imaginable subject. Our bond, it seems to me, was not affirmative, but

negative.

We had individually found one thing or another to quarrel

with in our past life, and were pretty well agreed as to the

inexpediency of lumbering along with the old system any further. As to

what should be substituted, there was much less unanimity. We did not

greatly care--at least, I never did--for the written constitution under

which our millennium had commenced. My hope was, that, between theory

and practice, a true and available mode of life might be struck out;

and that, even should we ultimately fail, the months or years spent in

the trial would not have been wasted, either as regarded passing

enjoyment, or the experience which makes men wise.




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