Seraphita Part 8
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The calm a.s.surance of the old servant affected Wilfrid powerfully.
He went away asking himself whether these visions were any less extraordinary than those he had read of in Swedenborg the night before.
"If Spirits exist, they must act," he was saying to himself as he entered the parsonage, where he found Monsieur Becker alone.
"Dear pastor," he said, "Seraphita is connected with us in form only, and even that form is inexplicable. Do not think me a madman or a lover; a profound conviction cannot be argued with. Convert my belief into scientific theories, and let us try to enlighten each other. To-morrow evening we shall both be with her."
"What then?" said Monsieur Becker.
"If her eye ignores s.p.a.ce," replied Wilfrid, "if her thought is an intelligent sight which enables her to perceive all things in their essence, and to connect them with the general evolution of the universe, if, in a word, she sees and knows all, let us seat the Pythoness on her tripod, let us force this pitiless eagle by threats to spread its wings!
Help me! I breathe a fire which burns my vitals; I must quench it or it will consume me. I have found a prey at last, and it shall be mine!"
"The conquest will be difficult," said the pastor, "because this girl is--"
"Is what?" cried Wilfrid.
"Mad," said the old man.
"I will not dispute her madness, but neither must you dispute her wonderful powers. Dear Monsieur Becker, she has often confounded me with her learning. Has she travelled?"
"From her house to the fiord, no further."
"Never left this place!" exclaimed Wilfrid. "Then she must have read immensely."
"Not a page, not one iota! I am the only person who possesses any books in Jarvis. The works of Swedenborg--the only books that were in the chateau--you see before you. She has never looked into a single one of them."
"Have you tried to talk with her?"
"What good would that do?"
"Does no one live with her in that house?"
"She has no friends but you and Minna, nor any servant except old David."
"It cannot be that she knows nothing of science nor of art."
"Who should teach her?" said the pastor.
"But if she can discuss such matters pertinently, as she has often done with me, what do you make of it?"
"The girl may have acquired through years of silence the faculties enjoyed by Apollonius of Tyana and other pretended sorcerers burned by the Inquisition, which did not choose to admit the fact of second-sight."
"If she can speak Arabic, what would you say to that?"
"The history of medical science gives many authentic instances of girls who have spoken languages entirely unknown to them."
"What can I do?" exclaimed Wilfrid. "She knows of secrets in my past life known only to me."
"I shall be curious if she can tell me thoughts that I have confided to no living person," said Monsieur Becker.
Minna entered the room.
"Well, my daughter, and how is your familiar spirit?"
"He suffers, father," she answered, bowing to Wilfrid. "Human pa.s.sions, clothed in their false riches, surrounded him all night, and showed him all the glories of the world. But you think these things mere tales."
"Tales as beautiful to those who read them in their brains as the 'Arabian Nights' to common minds," said the pastor, smiling.
"Did not Satan carry our Savior to the pinnacle of the Temple, and show him all the kingdoms of the world?" she said.
"The Evangelists," replied her father, "did not correct their copies very carefully, and several versions are in existence."
"You believe in the reality of these visions?" said Wilfrid to Minna.
"Who can doubt when he relates them."
"He?" demanded Wilfrid. "Who?"
"He who is there," replied Minna, motioning towards the chateau.
"Are you speaking of Seraphita?" he said.
The young girl bent her head, and looked at him with an expression of gentle mischief.
"You too!" exclaimed Wilfrid, "you take pleasure in confounding me. Who and what is she? What do you think of her?"
"What I feel is inexplicable," said Minna, blus.h.i.+ng.
"You are all crazy!" cried the pastor.
"Farewell, until to-morrow evening," said Wilfrid.
CHAPTER IV. THE CLOUDS OF THE SANCTUARY
There are pageants in which all the material splendors that man arrays co-operate. Nations of slaves and divers have searched the sands of ocean and the bowels of earth for the pearls and diamonds which adorn the spectators. Transmitted as heirlooms from generation to generation, these treasures have shone on consecrated brows and could be the most faithful of historians had they speech. They know the joys and sorrows of the great and those of the small. Everywhere do they go; they are worn with pride at festivals, carried in despair to usurers, borne off in triumph amid blood and pillage, enshrined in masterpieces conceived by art for their protection. None, except the pearl of Cleopatra, has been lost. The Great and the Fortunate a.s.semble to witness the coronation of some king, whose trappings are the work of men's hands, but the purple of whose raiment is less glorious than that of the flowers of the field. These festivals, splendid in light, bathed in music which the hand of man creates, aye, all the triumphs of that hand are subdued by a thought, crushed by a sentiment. The Mind can illumine in a man and round a man a light more vivid, can open his ear to more melodious harmonies, can seat him on clouds of s.h.i.+ning constellations and teach him to question them. The Heart can do still greater things.
Man may come into the presence of one sole being and find in a single word, a single look, an influence so weighty to bear, of so luminous a light, so penetrating a sound, that he succ.u.mbs and kneels before it.
The most real of all splendors are not in outward things, they are within us. A single secret of science is a realm of wonders to the man of learning. Do the trumpets of Power, the jewels of Wealth, the music of Joy, or a vast concourse of people attend his mental festival? No, he finds his glory in some dim retreat where, perchance, a pallid suffering man whispers a single word into his ear; that word, like a torch lighted in a mine, reveals to him a Science. All human ideas, arrayed in every attractive form which Mystery can invent surrounded a blind man seated in a wayside ditch. Three worlds, the Natural, the Spiritual, the Divine, with all their spheres, opened their portals to a Florentine exile; he walked attended by the Happy and the Unhappy; by those who prayed and those who moaned; by angels and by souls in h.e.l.l. When the Sent of G.o.d, who knew and could accomplish all things, appeared to three of his disciples it was at eventide, at the common table of the humblest of inns; and then and there the Light broke forth, shattering Material Forms, illuminating the Spiritual Faculties, so that they saw him in his glory, and the earth lay at their feet like a cast-off sandal.
Monsieur Becker, Wilfrid, and Minna were all under the influence of fear as they took their way to meet the extraordinary being whom each desired to question. To them, in their several ways, the Swedish castle had grown to mean some gigantic representation, some spectacle like those whose colors and ma.s.ses are skilfully and harmoniously marshalled by the poets, and whose personages, imaginary actors to men, are real to those who begin to penetrate the Spiritual World. On the tiers of this Coliseum Monsieur Becker seated the gray legions of Doubt, the stern ideas, the specious formulas of Dispute. He convoked the various antagonistic worlds of philosophy and religion, and they all appeared, in the guise of a fleshless shape, like that in which art embodies Time,--an old man bearing in one hand a scythe, in the other a broken globe, the human universe.
Wilfrid had bidden to the scene his earliest illusions and his latest hopes, human destiny and its conflicts, religion and its conquering powers.
Minna saw heaven confusedly by glimpses; love raised a curtain wrought with mysterious images, and the melodious sounds which met her ear redoubled her curiosity.
To all three, therefore, this evening was to be what that other evening had been for the pilgrims to Emmaus, what a vision was to Dante, an inspiration to Homer,--to them, three aspects of the world revealed, veils rent away, doubts dissipated, darkness illumined. Humanity in all its moods expecting light could not be better represented than here by this young girl, this man in the vigor of his age, and these old men, of whom one was learned enough to doubt, the other ignorant enough to believe. Never was any scene more simple in appearance, nor more portentous in reality.
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