The last comer, thus qualified, was made equal to the rest: master and slave, patrician, plebeian, were words they had not--in that blissful place.

And believe me, if that blissful, that beautiful place, were set on a hill visible to all the world, I should long ago have journeyed thither.

But, as you say, it is far off: and one must needs find out for oneself the road to it, and the best possible guide.

And I find a multitude of guides, who press on me their services, and protest, all alike, that they have themselves come thence.

Only, the roads they propose are many, and towards adverse quarters.