Thick serene opacity, thicker than amaurosis, veiled those smiling eyes of his to Truth; the inner _retina_ of them was gone paralytic, dead.

He looked at Truth; and discerned her not, there where she stood.
"What is justice ?" The clothed embodied justice that sits in Westminster Hall, with penalties, parchments, tipstaves, is very visible.

But the unembodied justice, whereof that other is either an emblem, or else is a fearful indescribability, is not so visible! For the unembodied Justice is of Heaven; a Spirit, and Divinity of Heaven,--invisible to all but the noble and pure of soul.

The impure ignoble gaze with eyes, and she is not there.

They will prove it to you by logic, by endless Hansard Debatings, by bursts of Parliamentary eloquence.