The Indian dances to prepare himself for killing his enemy; but
our dance is the very act of killing _Time_, a more inveterate
and formidable foe than any the Indian has to contend with; for,
however completely and ingeniously killed, he is sure to rise
again, «with twenty mortal murders on his crown», leading his army
of blue devils, with _ennui_ in the van and vapours in the rear.