The lights were turned out, and the work went on. The day grew strong, and showed itself outside, even against the flaming lights within. Supposing we were to reverse our arithmetic for material objects, and to govern these awful unknown quantities by other means! There is no mystery in it there is an unfathomable mystery in the meanest of them, for ever. It is known, to the force of a single pound weight, what the engine will do but, not all the calculators of the National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. So many hundred Hands in this Mill so many hundred horse Steam Power.
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