The Third Quarter
and Trotty fancied that it sounded in the other figures as well.
“I thought my name was called by the Chimes!” said Trotty, raising his hands in an attitude of supplication. “I hardly know why I am here, or how I came. I have likened to the Chimes these many years. They have cheered me often.”
“And you have thanked them?” said the Bell.
“A thousand times!” said Trotty.
“How?”
“I am a poor man,” faltered Trotty, “and could only thank them in words.”
“And always so?” inquired the Goblin of the Bell. “Have you never done us wrong in words?”
“No!” cried Trotty eagerly.
“Never done us foul, and false, and wicked wrong, in words?” pursued the Goblin of the Bell.
Trotty was about to answer, “Never!” But he stopped, and was confused.
“The voice of Time,” said the Phantom, “cries to man. Advance! Time is for his advancement and improvement; for his greater worth, his greater happiness, his better life; his progress onward to that goal within its knowledge and its view, and set there, in the period when Time and He began. Ages of darkness, wickedness, and violence, have come and gone—millions uncountable, have suffered, lived, and died—to point the way before him. Who seeks to turn him back, or stay him on his course, arrests a mighty engine which will strike the75
