Russia in 1839 -Empire of the Czar: A Journey Through Eternal Russia

pleasure, which appears to me the greatest trouble of all. I shall never see more, at least I hope not, La Monna Lise of Travemimcle.*

How is it that real life resembles so little the life of the imagination ? For what end then is this useless, nay mischievous, imagination given ? Impenetrable mystery, which unveils itself only by fugitive glimpses to the eye of hope. Man is a galley slave, punished but not amended: in chains for a crime of which he is unconscious, doomed to the punishment of life — that is, to death — he lives and dies without being able to obtain a trial, or even to know of what he is accused. Ah ! when one sees nature so arbitrary, how can one wonder at the injustice of society ! To discern the existence of equity here below, there needs that eye of faith that pierces beyond the present scene of life.

Justice resides not visibly in this empire of time. Dig into nature, and you soon arrive at fate. A power which would revenge itself on its creation must be limited; but the limits, who has fixed them ? The greater the incomprehensibility of the mystery, the greater the necessity, and the greater the triumph of faith.

* The reader is here reminded that this work was addressed }rigmally, in the shape of letters, to a private friend. — Treats.