pleased, in short, become free. And so the great dream of Johnson and of Jones came true at last.
LXIII
It was of the Free City they had dreamed and
that they had not lived to behold the fulfillment of
their dream was, in its way, the final certification
of the validity of their services as pioneers. It is an
old rule of life, or an old trick of the fates that
seem so casually to govern life, that the dreams of
mortals are seldom destined to come true, though
mortals sometimes thwart the fates by finding their
dreams in themselves sufficient. In this sense Jones
and Johnson had already been rewarded. It had
been a dream of wonder and of beauty, the vision
of a city stately with towers, above which there
hung the glow which poor Jude used to see at evening
when he climbed to the roof of the Brown House
on the ridgeway near Marygreen. It was a city
in which there were the living conceptions of justice,
pity, mercy, consideration, toleration, beauty, art,
all those graces which mankind so long has held
noblest and most dear. It was a city wherein human
life was precious, and therefore gracious, a
city which the citizen loved as a graduate loves his
alma mater, a city with a communal spirit. There
the old ideas of privilege had given way to the
ideals of service, public property was held as sacred
as private property, power was lightly wielded, the
people's voice was intelligent and omnipotent, for
