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dark　of　intense　brightness；　grim　faces；　that　bore　the　aspect　and

expression　of　individual　sins；　or　evil　passions；　seemed　to　thrust

themselves　through　the　veil　of　light；　glaring　upon　us；　and

stretching　forth　a　great；　dusky　hand；　as　if　to　impede　our

progress。　I　almost　thought　that　they　were　my　own　sins　that

appalled　me　there。　These　were　freaks　of　imaginationnothing

more；　certainly…mere　delusions；　which　I　ought　to　be　heartily

ashamed　of；　but　all　through　the　Dark　Valley　I　was　tormented；　and

pestered；　and　dolefully　bewildered　with　the　same　kind　of　waking

dreams。　The　mephitic　gases　of　that　region　intoxicate　the　brain。

As　the　light　of　natural　day；　however；　began　to　struggle　with　the

glow　of　the　lanterns；　these　vain　imaginations　lost　their

vividness；　and　finally　vanished　from　the　first　ray　of　sunshine

that　greeted　our　escape　from　the　Valley　of　the　Shadow　of　Death。

Ere　we　had　gone　a　mile　beyond　it　I　could　well…nigh　have　taken　my

oath　that　this　whole　gloomy　passage　was　a　dream。



At　the　end　of　the　valley；　as　John　Bunyan　mentions；　is　a　cavern；

where；　in　his　days；　dwelt　two　cruel　giants；　Pope　and　Pagan；　who

had　strown　the　ground　about　their　residence　with　the　bones　of

slaughtered　pilgrims。　These　vile　old　troglodytes　are　no　longer

there；　but　into　their　deserted　cave　another　terrible　giant　has

thrust　himself；　and　makes　it　his　business　to　seize　upon　honest

travellers　and　fatten　them　for　his　table　with　plentiful　meals　of

smoke；　mist；　moonshine；　raw　potatoes；　and　sawdust。　He　is　a　German

by　birth；　and　is　called　Giant　Transcendentalist；　but　as　to　his

form；　his　features；　his　substance；　and　his　nature　generally；　it

is　the　chief　peculiarity　of　this　huge　miscreant　that　neither　he

for　himself；　nor　anybody　for　him；　has　ever　been　able　to　describe

them。　As　we　rushed　by　the　cavern's　mouth　we　caught　a　hasty

glimpse　of　him；　looking　somewhat　like　an　ill…proportioned　figure；

but　considerably　more　like　a　heap　of　fog　and　duskiness。　He

shouted　after　us；　but　in　so　strange　a　phraseology　that　we　knew

not　what　he　meant；　nor　whether　to　be　encouraged　or　affrighted。



It　was　late　in　the　day　when　the　train　thundered　into　the　ancient

city　of　Vanity；　where　Vanity　Fair　is　still　at　the　height　of

prosperity；　and　exhibits　an　epitome　of　whatever　is　brilliant；

gay；　and　fascinating　beneath　the　sun。　As　I　purposed　to　make　a

considerable　stay　here；　it　gratified　me　to　learn　that　there　is　no

longer　the　want　of　harmony　between　the　town's…people　and

pilgrims；　which　impelled　the　former　to　such　lamentably　mistaken

measures　as　the　persecution　of　Christian　and　the　fiery　martyrdom

of　Faithful。　On　the　contrary；　as　the　new　railroad　brings　with　it

great　trade　and　a　constant　influx　of　strangers；　the　lord　of

Vanity　Fair　is　its　chief　patron；　and　the　capitalists　of　the　city

are　among　the　largest　stockholders。　Many　passengers　stop　to　take

their　pleasure　or　make　their　profit　in　the　Fair；　instead　of　going

onward　to　the　Celestial　City。　Indeed；　such　are　the　charms　of　the

place　that　people　often　affirm　it　to　be　the　true　and　only　heaven；

stoutly　contending　that　there　is　no　other；　that　those　who　seek

further　are　mere　dreamers；　and　that；　if　the　fabled　brightness　of

the　Celestial　City　lay　but　a　bare　mile　beyond　the　gates　of

Vanity；　they　would　not　be　fools　enough　to　go　thither。　Without

subscribing　to　these　perhaps　exaggerated　encomiums；　I　can　truly

say　that　my　abode　in　the　city　was　mainly　agreeable；　and　my

intercourse　with　the　inhabitants　productive　of　much　amusement　and

instruction。



Being　naturally　of　a　serious　turn；　my　attention　was　directed　to

the　solid　advantages　derivable　from　a　residence　here；　rather　than

to　the　effervescent　pleasures　which　are　the　grand　object　with　too

many　visitants。　The　Christian　reader；　if　he　have　had　no　accounts

of　the　city　later　than　Bunyan's　time；　will　be　surprised　to　hear

that　almost　every　street　has　its　church；　and　that　the　reverend

clergy　are　nowhere　held　in　higher　respect　than　at　Vanity　Fair。

And　well　do　they　deserve　such　honorable　estimation；　for　the

maxims　of　wisdom　and　virtue　which　fall　from　their　lips　come　from

as　deep　a　spiritual　source；　and　tend　to　as　lofty　a　religious　aim；

as　those　of　the　sagest　philosophers　of　old。　In　justification　of

this　high　praise　I　need　only　mention　the　names　of　the　Rev。　Mr。

Shallow…deep；　the　Rev。　Mr。　Stumble…at…truth；　that　fine　old

clerical　character　the　Rev。　Mr。　This…today；　who　expects　shortly

to　resign　his　pulpit　to　the　Rev。　Mr。　That…tomorrow；　together　with

the　Rev。　Mr。　Bewilderment；　the　Rev。　Mr。　Clog…the…spirit；　and；

last　and　greatest；　the　Rev。　Dr。　Wind…of…doctrine。　The　labors　of

these　eminent　divines　are　aided　by　those　of　innumerable

lecturers；　who　diffuse　such　a　various　profundity；　in　all　subjects

of　human　or　celestial　science；　that　any　man　may　acquire　an

omnigenous　erudition　without　the　trouble　of　even　learning　to

read。　Thus　literature　is　etherealized　by　assuming　for　its　medium

the　human　voice；　and　knowledge；　depositing　all　its　heavier

particles；　except；　doubtless；　its　gold　becomes　exhaled　into　a

sound；　which　forthwith　steals　into　the　ever…open　ear　of　the

community。　These　ingenious　methods　constitute　a　sort　of

machinery；　by　which　thought　and　study　are　done　to　every　person's

hand　without　his　putting　himself　to　the　slightest　inconvenience

in　the　matter。　There　is　another　species　of　machine　for　the

wholesale　manufacture　of　individual　morality。　This　excellent

result　is　effected　by　societies　for　all　manner　of　virtuous

purposes；　with　which　a　man　has　merely　to　connect　himself；

throwing；　as　it　were；　his　quota　of　virtue　into　the　common　stock；

and　the　president　and　directors　will　take　care　that　the　aggregate

amount　be　well　applied。　All　these；　and　other　wonderful

improvements　in　ethics；　religion；　and　literature；　being　made

plain　to　my　comprehension　by　the　ingenious　Mr。　Smooth…it…away；

inspired　me　with　a　vast　admiration　of　Vanity　Fair。



It　would　fill　a　volume；　in　an　age　of　pamphlets；　were　I　to　record

all　my　observations　in　this　great　capital　of　human　business　and

pleasure。　There　was　an　unlimited　range　of　societythe　powerful；

the　wise；　the　witty；　and　the　famous　in　every　walk　of　life；

princes；　presidents；　poets；　generals；　artists；　actors；　and

philanthropists；all　making　their　own　market　at　the　fair；　and

deeming　no　price　too　exorbitant　for　such　commodities　as　hit　their

fancy。　It　was　well　worth　one's　while；　even　if　he　had　no　idea　of

buying　or　selling；　to　loiter　through　the　bazaars　and　observe　the

various　sorts　of　traffic　that　were　going　forward。



Some　of　the　purchasers；　I　thought；　made　very　foolish　bargains。

For　instance；　a　young　man　having　inherited　a　splendid　fortune；

laid　out　a　considerable　portion　of　it　in　the　purchase　of

diseases；　and　finally　spent　all　the　rest　for　a　heavy　lot　of

repentance　and　a　suit　of　rags。　A　very　pretty　girl　bartered　a

heart　as　clear　as　crystal；　and　which　seemed　her　most　valuable

possession；　for　another　jewel　of　the　same　kind；　but　so　worn　and

defaced　as　to　be　utterly　worthless。　In　one　shop　there　were　a

great　many　crowns　of　laurel　and　myrtle；　which　soldiers；　authors；

statesmen；　and　various　other　people　pressed　eagerly　to　buy；　some

purchased　these　paltry　wreaths　with　their　lives；　others　by　a

toilsome　servitude　of　years；　and　many　sacrificed　whatever　was

most　valuable；　yet　finally　slunk　away　without　the　crown。　There

was　a　sort　of　stock　or　scrip；　called　Conscience；　which　seemed　to

be　in　great　demand；　and　would　purchase　almost　anything。　Indeed；

few　rich　commodities　were　to　be　obtained　without　paying　a　heavy

sum　in　this　particular　stock；　and　a　man's　business　was　seldom

very　lucrative　unless　he　knew　precisely　when　and　how　to　throw　his

hoard　of　conscience　into　the　market。　Yet　as　this　stock　was　the

only　thing　of　permanent　value；　whoever　parted　with　it　was　sure　to

find　himself　a　loser　in　the　long　run。　Several　of　the　speculations

were　of　a　questionable　character。　Occasionally　a　member　of

Congress　recruited　his　pocket　by　the　sale　of　his　constituents；

and　I　was　assured　that　public　officers　have　often　sold　their

country　at　very　moderate　prices。　Thousands　sold　their　happiness

for　a　whim。　Gilded　chains　were　in　great　demand；　and　purchased

with　almost　any　sacrifice。　In　truth；　those　who　desired；　according

to　the　old　adage；　to　sell　anything　valuable　for　a　song；　might

find　customers　all　over　the　Fair；　and　there　were　innumerable

messes　of　pottage；　piping　hot；　for　such　as　chose　to　buy　them　with

their　birthrights。　A　few　articles；　however；　could　not　be　found

genuine　at　Vanity　Fair。　If　a　customer　wished　to　renew　his　stock

of　youth　the　dealers　offered　him　a　set　of　false　teeth　and　an

auburn　wig；　if　he　demanded　peace　of　mind；　they　recommended　opium

or　a　brandy　bottle。



Tracts　of　land　and　golden　mansions；　situate　in　the　Celestial

City；　were　often　exchanged；　at　very　disadvantageous　rates；　for　a

few　years'　lease　of　small；　dismal；　inconvenient　tenements　in

Vanity　Fair。　Prince　Beelzebub　himself　took　great　interest　in　this

sort　of　traffic；　and　sometimes　condescended　to　meddle　with

smaller　matters。　I　once　had　the　pleasure　to　see　him　bargaining

with　a　miser　for　his　soul；　which；　after　much　ingenious

skirmishing　on　both　sides；　his　highness　succeeded　in　obtaining　at

about　the　value　of　sixpence。　The　prince　remarked　with　a　smile；

that　he　was　a　loser　by　the　transaction。



Day　after　day；　as　I　walked　the　streets　of　Vanity；　my　manners　and

deportment　became　more　and　more　like　those　of　the　inhabitants。

The　place　began　to　seem　like　home；　the　idea　of　pursuing　my

travels　to　the　Celestial　City　was　almost　obliterated　from　my

mind。　I　was　reminded　of　it；　however；　by　the　sight　of　the　same

pair　of　simple　pilgrims　at　whom　we　had　laughed　so　heartily　when

Apollyon　puffed　smoke　and　steam　into　their　faces　at　the

commencement　of　our　journey。　There　they　stood　amidst　the　densest

bustle　of　Vanity；　the　dealers　offering　them　their　purple　and　fine

linen　and　jewels；　the　men　of　wit　and　humor　gibing　at　them；　a　pair

of　buxom　ladi