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feebly;〃water:I parch;I burn!〃 The intruder approached the
bed; bent over him; and took his hand。 〃Oh; bless thee; Jean;
bless thee!〃 said the sufferer; 〃hast thou brought back the
physician already? Sir; I am poor; but I can pay you well。 I
would not die yet; for that young man's sake。〃 And he sat
upright in his bed; and fixed his dim eyes anxiously on his
visitor。
〃What are your symptoms; your disease?〃
〃Fire; fire; fire in the heart; the entrails: I burn!〃
〃How long is it since you have taken food?〃
〃Food! only this broth。 There is the basin; all I have taken
these six hours。 I had scarce drunk it ere these pains began。〃
The stranger looked at the basin; some portion of the contents
was yet left there。
〃Who administered this to you?〃
〃Who? Jean! Who else should? I have no servant;none! I am
poor; very poor; sir。 But no! you physicians do not care for the
poor。 I AM RICH! can you cure me?〃
〃Yes; if Heaven permit。 Wait but a few moments。〃
The old man was fast sinking under the rapid effects of poison。
The stranger repaired to his own apartments; and returned in a
few moments with some preparation that had the instant result of
an antidote。 The pain ceased; the blue and livid colour receded
from the lips; the old man fell into a profound sleep。 The
stranger drew the curtains round the bed; took up the light; and
inspected the apartment。 The walls of both rooms were hung with
drawings of masterly excellence。 A portfolio was filled with
sketches of equal skill;but these last were mostly subjects
that appalled the eye and revolted the taste: they displayed the
human figure in every variety of suffering;the rack; the wheel;
the gibbet; all that cruelty has invented to sharpen the pangs of
death seemed yet more dreadful from the passionate gusto and
earnest force of the designer。 And some of the countenances of
those thus delineated were sufficiently removed from the ideal to
show that they were portraits; in a large; bold; irregular hand
was written beneath these drawings; 〃The Future of the
Aristocrats。〃 In a corner of the room; and close by an old
bureau; was a small bundle; over which; as if to hide it; a cloak
was thrown carelessly。 Several shelves were filled with books;
these were almost entirely the works of the philosophers of the
time;the philosophers of the material school; especially the
Encyclopedistes; whom Robespierre afterwards so singularly
attacked when the coward deemed it unsafe to leave his reign
without a God。
(〃Cette secte (les Encyclopedistes) propagea avec beaucoup de
zele l'opinion du materialisme; qui prevalut parmi les grands et
parmi les beaux esprits; on lui doit en partie cette espece de
philosophie pratique qui; reduisant l'Egoisme en systeme regarde
la societe humaine comme une guerre de ruse; le succes comme la
regle du juste et de l'injuste; la probite comme une affaire de
gout; ou de bienseance; le monde comme le patrimoine des fripons
adroits。〃〃Discours de Robespierre;〃 Mai 7; 1794。 (This sect
(the Encyclopaedists) propagate with much zeal the doctrine of
materialism; which prevails among the great and the wits; we owe
to it partly that kind of practical philosophy which; reducing
Egotism to a system; looks upon society as a war of cunning;
success the rule of right and wrong; honesty as an affair of
taste or decency: and the world as the patrimony of clever
scoundrels。))
A volume lay on a table;it was one of Voltaire; and the page
was opened at his argumentative assertion of the existence of the
Supreme Being。 (〃Histoire de Jenni。〃) The margin was covered
with pencilled notes; in the stiff but tremulous hand of old age;
all in attempt to refute or to ridicule the logic of the sage of
Ferney: Voltaire did not go far enough for the annotator! The
clock struck two; when the sound of steps was heard without。 The
stranger silently seated himself on the farther side of the bed;
and its drapery screened him; as he sat; from the eyes of a man
who now entered on tiptoe; it was the same person who had passed
him on the stairs。 The new…comer took up the candle and
approached the bed。 The old man's face was turned to the pillow;
but he lay so still; and his breathing was so inaudible; that his
sleep might well; by that hasty; shrinking; guilty glance; be
mistaken for the repose of death。 The new…comer drew back; and a
grim smile passed over his face: he replaced the candle on the
table; opened the bureau with a key which he took from his
pocket; and loaded himself with several rouleaus of gold that he
found in the drawers。 At this time the old man began to wake。
He stirred; he looked up; he turned his eyes towards the light
now waning in its socket; he saw the robber at his work; he sat
erect for an instant; as if transfixed; more even by astonishment
than terror。 At last he sprang from his bed。
〃Just Heaven! do I dream! Thouthouthou; for whom I toiled
and starved!THOU!〃
The robber started; the gold fell from his hand; and rolled on
the floor。
〃What!〃 he said; 〃art thou not dead yet? Has the poison failed?〃
〃Poison; boy! Ah!〃 shrieked the old man; and covered his face
with his hands; then; with sudden energy; he exclaimed; 〃Jean!
Jean! recall that word。 Rob; plunder me if thou wilt; but do not
say thou couldst murder one who only lived for thee! There;
there; take the gold; I hoarded it but for thee。 Go! go!〃 and
the old man; who in his passion had quitted his bed; fell at the
feet of the foiled assassin; and writhed on the ground;the
mental agony more intolerable than that of the body; which he had
so lately undergone。 The robber looked at him with a hard
disdain。
〃What have I ever done to thee; wretch?〃 cried the old man;
〃what but loved and cherished thee? Thou wert an orphan;an
outcast。 I nurtured; nursed; adopted thee as my son。 If men
call me a miser; it was but that none might despise thee; my
heir; because Nature has stunted and deformed thee; when I was no
more。 Thou wouldst have had all when I was dead。 Couldst thou
not spare me a few months or days;nothing to thy youth; all
that is left to my age? What have I done to thee?〃
〃Thou hast continued to live; and thou wouldst make no will。〃
〃Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!〃
〃TON DIEU! Thy God! Fool! Hast thou not told me; from my
childhood; that there is NO God? Hast thou not fed me on
philosophy? Hast thou not said; 'Be virtuous; be good; be just;
for the sake of mankind: but there is no life after this life'?
Mankind! why should I love mankind? Hideous and misshapen;
mankind jeer at me as I pass the streets。 What hast thou done to
me? Thou hast taken away from me; who am the scoff of this
world; the hopes of another! Is there no other life? Well;
then; I want thy gold; that at least I may hasten to make the
best of this!〃
〃Monster! Curses light on thy ingratitude; thy〃
〃And who hears thy curses? Thou knowest there is no God! Mark
me; I have prepared all to fly。 See;I have my passport; my
horses wait without; relays are ordered。 I have thy gold。〃 (And
the wretch; as he spoke; continued coldly to load his person with
the rouleaus)。 〃And now; if I spare thy life; how shall I be
sure that thou wilt not inform against mine?〃 He advanced with a
gloomy scowl and a menacing gesture as he spoke。
The old man's anger changed to fear。 He cowered before the
savage。 〃Let me live! let me live!thatthat〃
〃Thatwhat?〃
〃I may pardon thee! Yes; thou hast nothing to fear from me。 I
swear it!〃
〃Swear! But by whom and what; old man? I cannot believe thee;
if thou believest not in any God! Ha; ha! behold the result of
thy lessons。〃
Another moment and those murderous fingers would have strangled
their prey。 But between the assassin and his victim rose a form
that seemed almost to both a visitor from the world that both
denied;stately with majestic strength; glorious with awful
beauty。
The ruffian recoiled; looked; trembled; and then turned and fled
from the chamber。 The old man fell again to the ground
insensible。
CHAPTER 1。VIII。
To know how a bad man will act when in power; reverse all the
doctrines he preaches when obscure。S。 Montague。
Antipathies also form a part of magic (falsely) so…called。 Man
naturally has the same instinct as the animals; which warns them
involuntarily against the creatures that are hostile or fatal to
their existence。 But HE so often neglects it; that it becomes
dormant。 Not so the true cultivator of the Great Science; etc。
Trismegistus the Fourth (a Rosicrucian)。
When he again saw the old man the next day; the stranger found
him calm; and surprisingly recovered from the scene and
sufferings of the night。 He expressed his gratitude to his
preserver with tearful fervour; and stated that he had already
sent for a rel