The world is not the product of manifold power, but of one will, of one mind, and that one mind is everywhere, in each ray of the star, in each wavelet of the pool, active, and whatever opposes that will, is everywhere baulked and baffled, because things are so made and not otherwise. This doctrine in numberless ways the ancients expressed. This is their doctrine of Nemesis who keeps watch in the universe. And lets no offence go unchastised. “The Furies,” they said, “are attendants on Justice and if the Sun in Heaven should transgress his path would punish him.” The poets related that brute walls and iron swords and leather thongs forgot not the wrongs of their owners, that the belt which Ajax gave Hector, dragged the Trojan over the field at the wheels of the car of Achilles; and the sword which Hector gave Ajax was that on whose point Ajax fell. They recorded, that, when the Thesians erected a statue to Theagenes, a victor in the games, one of his rivals went to it every night, and endeavored to throw it down by repeated blows, till, at last, he moved it from its pedestal, and was crushed to death beneath its fall.

Authentic history and biography, and the walls of every house testify the same thing. The modern historian has remarked that the Emperor Charles V always dissembled and never was believed. They have remarked that “the pretensions to miraculous power lent the Catholic clergy extensive aid for which they were one day to pay a high price in the general unbelief to which these pretensions gave rise.” They have testified that that came to pass in our times which was anciently spoken, that when you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.