And now"-- the old man ceased abruptly, and folding his arms, looked at the deaf iron sternly, as on a human foe.

By his side was a huge hammer, employed in the toils of his forge; suddenly he seized and swung it aloft.

One blow, and the labour of years was shattered into pieces! One blow!--But the heart failed him, and the hammer fell heavily to the ground.
"Ay!" he muttered, "true, true! if thou, who hast destroyed all else, wert destroyed too, what were left me?
Is it a crime to murder Alan ?--a greater crime to murder Thought, which is the life of all men! Come, I forgive thee!" And all that day and all that night the Enthusiast laboured in his chamber, and the next day the remembrance of the hooting, the pelting, the mob, was gone,--clean gone from his breast.

The Model began to move, life hovered over its wheels; and the Martyr of Science had forgotten the very world for which he, groaning and rejoicing, toiled!.