ExtractsfromLetterIV。
Ihavereceivedthycommunication。What!isitso？Hasthypupildisappointedthee？Alas，poorpupil!But……
(HerefollowcommentsonthosepassagesinGlyndon\'slifealreadyknowntothereader，orabouttobemadeso，withearnestadjurationstoMejnourtowatchyetoverthefateofhisscholar。)……
ButIcherishthesamedesire，withawarmerheart。Mypupil!
howtheterrorsthatshallencompassthineordealwarnmefromthetask!OncemoreIwillseektheSonofLight……
Yes；Adon-Ai，longdeaftomycall，atlasthasdescendedtomyvision，andleftbehindhimthegloryofhispresenceintheshapeofHope。Oh，notimpossible，Viola，——notimpossible，thatweyetmaybeunited，soulwithsoul!
ExtractfromLetterV——(Manymonthsafterthelast。)
Mejnour，awakefromthineapathy，——rejoice!Anewsoulwillbeborntotheworld，——anewsoulthatshallcallmefather。Ah，iftheyforwhomexistalltheoccupationsandresourcesofhumanlife，——iftheycanthrillwithexquisiteemotionatthethoughtofhailingagaintheirownchildhoodinthefacesoftheirchildren；ifinthatbirththeyarebornoncemoreintotheholyInnocencewhichisthefirststateofexistence；iftheycanfeelthatonmandevolvesalmostanangel\'sduty，whenhehasalifetoguidefromthecradle，andasoultonurturefortheheaven，——
whattomemustbetherapturetowelcomeaninheritorofallthegiftswhichdoublethemselvesinbeingshared!Howsweetthepowertowatch，andtoguard，——toinstiltheknowledge，toaverttheevil，andtoguidebacktheriveroflifeinaricherandbroaderanddeeperstreamtotheparadisefromwhichitflows!
Andbesidethatriveroursoulsshallmeet，sweetmother。Ourchildshallsupplythesympathythatfailsasyet；andwhatshapeshallhauntthee，whatterrorshalldismay，whenthyinitiationisbesidethecradleofthychild!
CHAPTER4。XI。
TheythusbeguilethewayUntilltheblustringstormeisoverblowne，Whenweeningtoreturnewhencetheydidstray，Theycannotfindethatpathwhichfirstwasshowne，Butwandertoandfroinwaiesunknowne。
Spenser\'s\"FaerieQueene，\"booki。cantoi。st。x。
Yes，Viola，thouartanotherbeingthanwhen，bythethresholdofthyItalianhome，thoudidstfollowthydimfanciesthroughtheLandofShadow；orwhenthoudidstvainlyseektogivevoicetoanidealbeauty，ontheboardswhereillusioncounterfeitsearthandheavenforanhour，tillthewearysense，awaking，seesbutthetinselandthescene-shifter。Thyspiritreposesinitsownhappiness。Itswanderingshavefoundagoal。Inamomentthereoftendwellsthesenseofeternity；forwhenprofoundlyhappy，weknowthatitisimpossibletodie。WheneverthesoulFEELS
ITSELF，itfeelseverlastinglife。
Theinitiationisdeferred，——thydaysandnightsarelefttonoothervisionsthanthosewithwhichacontentedheartenchantsaguilelessfancy。GlendoveersandSylphs，pardonmeifIquestionwhetherthosevisionsarenotlovelierthanyourselves。
Theystandbythebeach，andseethesunsinkingintothesea。
Howlongnowhavetheydweltonthatisland？Whatmatters!——itmaybemonths，oryears——whatmatters!WhyshouldI，orthey，keepaccountofthathappytime？Asinthedreamofamomentagesmayseemtopass，soshallwemeasuretransportorwoe，——bythelengthofthedream，orthenumberofemotionsthatthedreaminvolves？
Thesunsinksslowlydown；theairisaridandoppressive；onthesea，thestatelyvesselliesmotionless；ontheshore，noleaftremblesonthetrees。
VioladrewnearertoZanoni。Apresentimentshecouldnotdefinemadeherheartbeatmorequickly；and，lookingintohisface，shewasstruckwithitsexpression:itwasanxious，abstracted，perturbed。\"Thisstillnessawesme，\"shewhispered。
Zanonididnotseemtohearher。Hemutteredtohimself，andhiseyesgazedroundrestlessly。Sheknewnotwhy，butthatgaze，whichseemedtopierceintospace，——thatmutteredvoiceinsomeforeignlanguage——reviveddimlyherearliersuperstitions。Shewasmorefearfulsincethehourwhensheknewthatshewastobeamother。Strangecrisisinthelifeofwoman，andinherlove!
Somethingyetunbornbeginsalreadytodivideherheartwiththatwhichhadbeenbeforeitsonlymonarch。
\"Lookonme，Zanoni，\"shesaid，pressinghishand。
Heturned:\"Thouartpale，Viola；thyhandtrembles!\"
\"Itistrue。Ifeelasifsomeenemywerecreepingnearus。\"
\"Andtheinstinctdeceivestheenot。Anenemyisindeedathand。
Iseeitthroughtheheavyair；Ihearitthroughthesilence:
theGhostlyOne，——theDestroyer，thePESTILENCE!Ah，seestthouhowtheleavesswarmwithinsects，onlybyaneffortvisibletotheeye。Theyfollowthebreathoftheplague!\"Ashespoke，abirdfellfromtheboughsatViola\'sfeet；itfluttered，itwrithedaninstant，andwasdead。
\"Oh，Viola!\"criedZanoni，passionately，\"thatisdeath。Dostthounotfeartodie？\"
\"Toleavethee？Ah，yes!\"
\"AndifIcouldteachtheehowDeathmaybedefied；ifIcouldarrestforthyyouththecourseoftime；ifIcould——\"
Hepausedabruptly，forViola\'seyesspokeonlyterror；hercheekandlipswerepale。
\"Speaknotthus，——looknotthus，\"shesaid，recoilingfromhim。
\"Youdismayme。Ah，speaknotthus，orIshouldtremble，——no，notformyself，butforthychild。\"
\"Thychild!Butwouldstthourejectforthychildthesamegloriousboon？\"
\"Zanoni!\"
\"Well!\"
\"Thesunhassunkfromoureyes，buttoriseonthoseofothers。
Todisappearfromthisworldistoliveintheworldafar。Oh，lover，——oh，husband!\"shecontinued，withsuddenenergy，\"tellmethatthoudidstbutjest，——thatthoudidstbuttriflewithmyfolly!Thereislessterrorinthepestilencethaninthywords。\"
Zanoni\'sbrowdarkened；helookedatherinsilenceforsomemoments，andthensaid，almostseverely，——
\"Whathastthouknownofmetodistrust？\"
\"Oh，pardon，pardon!——nothing!\"criedViola，throwingherselfonhisbreast，andburstingintotears。\"Iwillnotbelieveeventhineownwords，iftheyseemtowrongthee!\"Hekissedthetearsfromhereyes，butmadenoanswer。
\"Andah!\"sheresumed，withanenchantingandchild-likesmile，\"ifthouwouldstgivemeacharmagainstthepestilence!see，I
willtakeitfromthee。\"Andshelaidherhandonasmall，antiqueamuletthatheworeonhisbreast。
\"Thouknowesthowoftenthishasmademejealousofthepast；
surelysomelove-gift，Zanoni？Butno，thoudidstnotlovethegiverasthoudostme。ShallIstealthineamulet？\"
\"Infant!\"saidZanoni，tenderly；\"shewhoplacedthisroundmyneckdeemeditindeedacharm，forshehadsuperstitionslikethyself；buttomeitismorethanthewizard\'sspell，——itistherelicofasweetvanishedtimewhennonewholovedmecoulddistrust。\"
HesaidthesewordsinatoneofsuchmelancholyreproachthatitwenttotheheartofViola；butthetonechangedintoasolemnitywhichchilledbackthegushofherfeelingsasheresumed:\"Andthis，Viola，oneday，perhaps，Iwilltransferfrommybreasttothine；yes，wheneverthoushaltcomprehendmebetter，——WHENEVER
THELAWSOFOURBEINGSHALLBETHESAME!\"
Hemovedongently。Theyreturnedslowlyhome；butfearstillwasintheheartofViola，thoughshestrovetoshakeitoff。
ItalianandCatholicshewas，withallthesuperstitionsoflandandsect。ShestoletoherchamberandprayedbeforealittlerelicofSanGennaro，whichthepriestofherhousehadgiventoherinchildhood，andwhichhadaccompaniedherinallherwanderings。Shehadneverdeemeditpossibletopartwithitbefore。Now，iftherewasacharmagainstthepestilence，didshefearthepestilenceforherself？Thenextmorning，whenheawoke，Zanonifoundtherelicofthesaintsuspendedwithhismysticamuletroundhisneck。
\"Ah!thouwilthavenothingtofearfromthepestilencenow，\"
saidViola，betweentearsandsmiles；\"andwhenthouwouldsttalktomeagainasthoudidstlastnight，thesaintshallrebukethee。\"
Well，Zanoni，canthereeverindeedbecommuneofthoughtandspirit，exceptwithequals？
Yes，theplaguebrokeout，——theislandhomemustbeabandoned。
MightySeer，THOUHASTNOPOWERTOSAVETHOSEWHOMTHOULOVEST!
Farewell，thoubridalroof!——sweetresting-placefromcare，farewell!Climatesassoftmaygreetye，Olovers，——skiesasserene，andwatersasblueandcalm；butTHATTIME，——canitevermorereturn？Whoshallsaythattheheartdoesnotchangewiththescene，——theplacewherewefirstdweltwiththebelovedone？
EveryspotTHEREhassomanymemorieswhichtheplaceonlycanrecall。Thepastthathauntsitseemstocommandsuchconstancyinthefuture。Ifathoughtlesskind，lesstrustful，enterwithinus，thesightofatreeunderwhichavowhasbeenexchanged，atearhasbeenkissedaway，restoresusagaintothehoursofthefirstdivineillusion。Butinahomewherenothingspeaksofthefirstnuptials，wherethereisnoeloquenceofassociation，noholyburial-placesofemotions，whoseghostsareangels!——yes，whothathasgonethroughthesadhistoryofaffectionwilltellusthattheheartchangesnotwiththescene!
Blowfair，yefavouringwinds；cheerilyswell，yesails；awayfromthelandwheredeathhascometosnatchthesceptreofLove!
Theshoresglideby；newcoastssucceedtothegreenhillsandorange-grovesoftheBridalIsle。Fromafarnowgleaminthemoonlightthecolumns，yetextant，ofatemplewhichtheAtheniandedicatedtowisdom；and，standingonthebarkthatboundedoninthefresheninggale，thevotarywhohadsurvivedthegoddessmurmuredtohimself，——
\"Hasthewisdomofagesbroughtmenohappierhoursthanthosecommontotheshepherdandtheherdsman，withnoworldbeyondtheirvillage，noaspirationbeyondthekissandthesmileofhome？\"
Andthemoon，restingalikeovertheruinsofthetempleofthedepartedcreed，overthehutofthelivingpeasant，overtheimmemorialmountain-top，andtheperishableherbagethatclotheditssides，seemedtosmilebackitsanswerofcalmdisdaintothebeingwho，perchance，mighthaveseenthetemplebuilt，andwho，inhisinscrutableexistence，mightbeholdthemountainshatteredfromitsbase。
BOOKV。
THEEFFECTSOFTHEELIXIR。
CHAPTER5。I。
Frommet\'sdenSchleieraufzuheben，WodasnaheSchrecknessdroht？
NurdasIrrthumistdasLebenUnddasWissenistderTod，——Schiller，Kassandro。
DelusionisthelifeweliveAndknowledgedeath；ohwherefore，then，TosightthecomingevilsgiveAndlifttheveilofFatetoMan？
ZweiSeelenwohnen，ach!inmeinerBrust。
(Twosoulsdwell，alas!inmybreast。)……
Wasstehstduso，undblicksterstaunthinaus？
(Whystandestthouso，andlookestoutastonished？)
\"Faust。\"
ItwillberememberedthatweleftMasterPaolobythebedsideofGlyndon；andas，wakingfromthatprofoundslumber，therecollectionsofthepastnightcamehorriblybacktohismind，theEnglishmanutteredacry，andcoveredhisfacewithhishands。
\"Goodmorrow，Excellency!\"saidPaolo，gayly。\"CorpodiBacco，youhavesleptsoundly!\"
Thesoundofthisman\'svoice，solusty，ringing，andhealthful，servedtoscatterbeforeitthephantasmathatyethauntedGlyndon\'smemory。
Heroseerectinhisbed。\"Andwheredidyoufindme？Whyareyouhere？\"
\"WheredidIfindyou!\"repeatedPaolo，insurprise，——\"inyourbed，tobesure。WhyamIhere!——becausethePadronebademeawaityourwaking，andattendyourcommands。\"
\"ThePadrone，Mejnour!——ishearrived？\"
\"Arrivedanddeparted，signor。Hehasleftthisletterforyou。\"
\"Giveitme，andwaitwithouttillIamdressed。\"
\"Atyourservice。Ihavebespokeanexcellentbreakfast:youmustbehungry。Iamaverytolerablecook；amonk\'ssonoughttobe!Youwillbestartledatmygeniusinthedressingoffish。Mysinging，Itrust，willnotdisturbyou。IalwayssingwhileIprepareasalad；itharmonisestheingredients。\"Andslinginghiscarbineoverhisshoulder，Paolosaunteredfromtheroom，andclosedthedoor。
Glyndonwasalreadydeepinthecontentsofthefollowingletter:——
\"WhenIfirstreceivedtheeasmypupil，IpromisedZanoni，ifconvincedbythyfirsttrialsthatthoucouldstbutswell，notthenumberofourorder，butthelistofthevictimswhohaveaspiredtoitinvain，Iwouldnotreartheetothineownwretchednessanddoom，——Iwoulddismisstheebacktotheworld。
Ifulfilmypromise。Thineordealhasbeentheeasiestthatneophyteeverknew。Iaskedfornothingbutabstinencefromthesensual，andabriefexperimentofthypatienceandthyfaith。
Gobacktothineownworld；thouhastnonaturetoaspiretoours!
\"ItwasIwhopreparedPaolotoreceivetheeattherevel。ItwasIwhoinstigatedtheoldbeggartoasktheeforalms。ItwasIwholeftopenthebookthatthoucouldstnotreadwithoutviolatingmycommand。Well，thouhastseenwhatawaitstheeatthethresholdofknowledge。Thouhastconfrontedthefirstfoethatmenaceshimwhomthesensesyetgraspandinthrall。DostthouwonderthatIcloseupontheethegatesforever？Dostthounotcomprehend，atlast，thatitneedsasoultemperedandpurifiedandraised，notbyexternalspells，butbyitsownsublimityandvalour，topassthethresholdanddisdainthefoe？
Wretch!allmysilenceavailsnothingfortherash，forthesensual，——forhimwhodesiresoursecretsbuttopollutethemtogrossenjoymentsandselfishvice。Howhavetheimpostersandsorcerersoftheearliertimesperishedbytheirveryattempttopenetratethemysteriesthatshouldpurify，andnotdeprave!
TheyhaveboastedofthePhilosopher\'sStone，anddiedinrags；
oftheimmortalelixir，andsunktotheirgrave，greybeforetheirtime。Legendstellyouthatthefiendrentthemintofragments。Yes；thefiendoftheirownunholydesiresandcriminaldesigns!Whattheycoveted，thoucovetest；andifthouhadstthewingsofaseraphthoucouldstsoarnotfromthesloughofthymortality。Thydesireforknowledge，butpetulantpresumption；thythirstforhappiness，butthediseasedlongingfortheuncleanandmuddiedwatersofcorporealpleasure；thyverylove，whichusuallyelevateseventhemean，apassionthatcalculatestreasonamidstthefirstglowoflust。THOUoneofus；thouabrotheroftheAugustOrder；thouanAspiranttotheStarsthatshineintheShemaiaoftheChaldeanlore!Theeaglecanraisebuttheeaglettothesun。Iabandontheetothytwilight!
\"But，alasforthee，disobedientandprofane!thouhastinhaledtheelixir；thouhastattractedtothypresenceaghastlyandremorselessfoe。Thouthyselfmustexorcisethephantomthouhastraised。Thoumustreturntotheworld；butnotwithoutpunishmentandstrongeffortcanstthouregainthecalmandthejoyofthelifethouhastleftbehind。This，forthycomfort，willItellthee:hewhohasdrawnintohisframeevensolittleofthevolatileandvitalenergyoftheaerialjuicesasthyself，hasawakenedfacultiesthatcannotsleep，——facultiesthatmayyet，withpatienthumility，withsoundfaith，andthecouragethatisnotofthebodylikethine，butoftheresoluteandvirtuousmind，attain，ifnottotheknowledgethatreignsabove，tohighachievementinthecareerofmen。Thouwiltfindtherestlessinfluenceinallthatthouwouldstundertake。Thyheart，amidstvulgarjoyswillaspiretosomethingholier；thyambition，amidstcoarseexcitement，tosomethingbeyondthyreach。Butdeemnotthatthisofitselfwillsufficeforglory。
Equallymaythecravingleadtheetoshameandguilt。Itisbutanimperfectandnew-bornenergywhichwillnotsuffertheetorepose。Asthoudirectestit，mustthoubelieveittobetheemanationofthineevilgeniusorthygood。
\"Butwoetothee!insectmeshedinthewebinwhichthouhastentangledlimbsandwings!Thouhastnotonlyinhaledtheelixir，thouhastconjuredthespectre；ofallthetribesofthespace，nofoeissomalignanttoman，——andthouhastliftedtheveilfromthygaze。Icannotrestoretotheethehappydimnessofthyvision。Know，atleast，thatallofus——thehighestandthewisest——whohave，insobertruth，passedbeyondthethreshold，havehad，asourfirstfearfultask，tomasterandsubdueitsgrislyandappallingguardian。KnowthatthouCANST
deliverthyselffromthoselivideyes，——knowthat，whiletheyhaunt，theycannotharm，ifthouresistestthethoughtstowhichtheytempt，andthehorrortheyengender。DREADTHEMMOSTWHEN
THOUBEHOLDESTTHEMNOT。Andthus，sonoftheworm，wepart!
AllthatIcantelltheetoencourage，yettowarnandtoguide，Ihavetoldtheeintheselines。Notfromme，fromthyselfhascomethegloomytrialfromwhichIyettrustthouwiltemergeintopeace。TypeoftheknowledgethatIserve，Iwithholdnolessonfromthepureaspirant；Iamadarkenigmatothegeneralseeker。Asman\'sonlyindestructiblepossessionishismemory，soitisnotinminearttocrumbleintomattertheimmaterialthoughtsthathavesprungupwithinthybreast。Thetyromightshatterthiscastletothedust，andtoppledownthemountaintotheplain。Themasterhasnopowertosay，\'Existnomore，\'tooneTHOUGHTthathisknowledgehasinspired。Thoumaystchangethethoughtsintonewforms；thoumaystrarefyandsublimateitintoafinerspirit，——butthoucanstnotannihilatethatwhichhasnohomebutinthememory，nosubstancebuttheidea。EVERY
THOUGHTISASOUL!Vainly，therefore，wouldIorthouundothepast，orrestoretotheethegayblindnessofthyyouth。Thoumustenduretheinfluenceoftheelixirthouhastinhaled；thoumustwrestlewiththespectrethouhastinvoked!\"
TheletterfellfromGlyndon\'shand。Asortofstuporsucceededtothevariousemotionswhichhadchasedeachotherintheperusal，——astuporresemblingthatwhichfollowsthesuddendestructionofanyardentandlong-nursedhopeinthehumanheart，whetheritbeoflove，ofavarice，ofambition。Theloftierworldforwhichhehadsothirsted，sacrificed，andtoiled，wascloseduponhim\"forever，\"andbyhisownfaultsofrashnessandpresumption。ButGlyndon\'swasnotofthatnaturewhichsubmitslongtocondemnitself。HisindignationbegantokindleagainstMejnour，whoownedhehadtempted，andwhonowabandonedhim，——abandonedhimtothepresenceofaspectre。Themystic\'sreproachesstungratherthanhumbledhim。Whatcrimehadhecommittedtodeservelanguagesoharshanddisdainful？
WasitsodeepadebasementtofeelpleasureinthesmileandtheeyesofFillide？HadnotZanonihimselfconfessedloveforViola；hadhenotfledwithherashiscompanion？Glyndonneverpausedtoconsideriftherearenodistinctionsbetweenonekindofloveandanother。Where，too，wasthegreatoffenceofyieldingtoatemptationwhichonlyexistedforthebrave？HadnotthemysticvolumewhichMejnourhadpurposelyleftopen，bidhimbut\"Bewareoffear\"？Wasnot，then，everywilfulprovocativeheldouttothestrongestinfluencesofthehumanmind，intheprohibitiontoenterthechamber，inthepossessionofthekeywhichexcitedhiscuriosity，inthevolumewhichseemedtodictatethemodebywhichthecuriositywastobegratified？Asrapidlythesethoughtspassedoverhim，hebegantoconsiderthewholeconductofMejnoureitherasaperfidiousdesigntoentraphimtohisownmisery，orasthetrickofanimposter，whoknewthathecouldnotrealisethegreatprofessionshehadmade。OnglancingagainoverthemoremysteriousthreatsandwarningsinMejnour\'sletter，theyseemedtoassumethelanguageofmereparableandallegory，——thejargonofthePlatonistsandPythagoreans。Bylittleandlittle，hebegantoconsiderthattheveryspectrahehadseen——eventhatonephantomsohorridinitsaspect——werebutthedelusionswhichMejnour\'ssciencehadenablehimtoraise。Thehealthfulsunlight，fillingupeverycrannyinhischamber，seemedtolaughawaytheterrorsofthepastnight。Hisprideandhisresentmentnervedhishabitualcourage；andwhen，havinghastilydressedhimself，herejoinedPaolo，itwaswithaflushedcheekandahaughtystep。
\"So，Paolo，\"saidhe，\"thePadrone，asyoucallhim，toldyoutoexpectandwelcomemeatyourvillagefeast？\"
\"Hedidsobyamessagefromawretchedoldcripple。Thissurprisedmeatthetime，forIthoughthewasfardistant；butthesegreatphilosophersmakeajokeoftwoorthreehundredleagues。\"
\"WhydidyounottellmeyouhadheardfromMejnour？\"
\"Becausetheoldcrippleforbademe。\"
\"Didyounotseethemanafterwardsduringthedance？\"
\"No，Excellency。\"
\"Humph!\"
\"Allowmetoserveyou，\"saidPaolo，pilingGlyndon\'splate，andthenfillinghisglass。\"Iwish，signor，nowthePadroneisgone，——not，\"addedPaolo，ashecastratherafrightenedandsuspiciousglanceroundtheroom，\"thatImeantosayanythingdisrespectfulofhim，——Iwish，Isay，nowthatheisgone，thatyouwouldtakepityonyourself，andaskyourownheartwhatyouryouthwasmeantfor？Nottoburyyourselfaliveintheseoldruins，andendangerbodyandsoulbystudieswhichIamsurenosaintcouldapproveof。\"
\"Arethesaintssopartial，then，toyourownoccupations，MasterPaolo？\"
\"Why，\"answeredthebandit，alittleconfused，\"agentlemanwithplentyofpistolesinhispurseneednot，ofnecessity，makeithisprofessiontotakeawaythepistolesofotherpeople!Itisadifferentthingforuspoorrogues。Afterall，too，IalwaysdevoteatitheofmygainstotheVirgin；andIsharetherestcharitablywiththepoor。Buteat，drink，enjoyyourself；beabsolvedbyyourconfessorforanylittlepeccadilloesanddon\'truntoolongscoresatatime，——that\'smyadvice。Yourhealth，Excellency!Pshaw，signor，fasting，exceptonthedaysprescribedtoagoodCatholic，onlyengendersphantoms。\"
\"Phantoms!\"
\"Yes；thedevilalwaystemptstheemptystomach。Tocovet，tohate，tothieve，torob，andtomurder，——thesearethenaturaldesiresofamanwhoisfamishing。Withafullbelly，signor，weareatpeacewithalltheworld。That\'sright；youlikethepartridge!Cospetto!whenImyselfhavepassedtwoorthreedaysinthemountains，withnothingfromsunsettosunrisebutablackcrustandanonion，Igrowasfierceasawolf。That\'snottheworst，too。InthesetimesIseelittleimpsdancingbeforeme。
Oh，yes；fastingisasfullofspectresasafieldofbattle。\"
Glyndonthoughttherewassomesoundphilosophyinthereasoningofhiscompanion；andcertainlythemoreheateanddrank，themoretherecollectionofthepastnightandofMejnour\'sdesertionfadedfromhismind。Thecasementwasopen，thebreezeblew，thesunshone，——allNaturewasmerry；andmerryasNatureherselfgrewMaestroPaolo。Hetalkedofadventures，oftravel，ofwomen，withaheartygustothathaditsinfection。ButGlyndonlistenedyetmorecomplacentlywhenPaoloturnedwithanarchsmiletopraisesoftheeye，theteeth，theankles，andtheshapeofthehandsomeFillide。
Thisman，indeed，seemedtheverypersonationofanimalsensuallife。HewouldhavebeentoFaustamoredangeroustempterthanMephistopheles。TherewasnosneeronHISlipatthepleasureswhichanimatedhisvoice。Tooneawakingtoasenseofthevanitiesinknowledge，thisrecklessignorantjoyousnessoftemperwasaworsecorrupterthanalltheicymockeriesofalearnedFiend。ButwhenPaolotookhisleave，withapromisetoreturnthenextday，themindoftheEnglishmanagainsettledbacktoagraverandmorethoughtfulmood。Theelixirseemed，intruth，tohavelefttherefiningeffectsMejnourhadascribedtoit。AsGlyndonpacedtoandfrothesolitarycorridor，or，pausing，gazedupontheextendedandgloriousscenerythatstretchedbelow，highthoughtsofenterpriseandambition——brightvisionsofglory——passedinrapidsuccessionthroughhissoul。
\"Mejnourdeniesmehisscience。Well，\"saidthepainter，proudly，\"hehasnotrobbedmeofmyart。\"
What!ClarenceGlyndon，dostthoureturntothatfromwhichthycareercommenced？WasZanonirightafterall？
Hefoundhimselfinthechamberofthemystic；notavessel，——notanherb!thesolemnvolumeisvanished，——theelixirshallsparkleforhimnomore!Butstillintheroomitselfseemstolingertheatmosphereofacharm。Fasterandfierceritburnswithinthee，thedesiretoachieve，tocreate!Thoulongestforalifebeyondthesensual!——butthelifethatispermittedtoallgenius，——thatwhichbreathesthroughtheimmortalwork，andenduresintheimperishablename。
Wherearetheimplementsforthineart？Tush!——whendidthetrueworkmaneverfailtofindhistools？Thouartagaininthineownchamber，——thewhitewallthycanvas，afragmentofcharcoalforthypencil。Theysuffice，atleast，togiveoutlinetotheconceptionthatmayotherwisevanishwiththemorrow。
Theideathatthusexcitedtheimaginationoftheartistwasunquestionablynobleandaugust。ItwasderivedfromthatEgyptianceremonialwhichDiodorushasrecorded，——theJudgmentoftheDeadbytheLiving(Diod。，lib。i。):whenthecorpse，dulyembalmed，isplacedbythemarginoftheAcherusianLake；andbeforeitmaybeconsignedtothebarkwhichistobearitacrossthewaterstoitsfinalresting-place，itispermittedtotheappointedjudgestohearallaccusationsofthepastlifeofthedeceased，and，ifproved，todeprivethecorpseoftheritesofsepulture。
Unconsciouslytohimself，itwasMejnour\'sdescriptionofthiscustom，whichhehadillustratedbyseveralanecdotesnottobefoundinbooks，thatnowsuggestedthedesigntotheartist，andgaveitrealityandforce。Hesupposedapowerfulandguiltykingwhominlifescarceawhisperhaddaredtoarraign，butagainstwhom，nowthebreathwasgone，cametheslavefromhisfetters，themutilatedvictimfromhisdungeon，lividandsqualidasifdeadthemselves，invokingwithparchedlipsthejusticethatoutlivesthegrave。
Strangefervourthis，Oartist!breakingsuddenlyforthfromthemistsanddarknesswhichtheoccultsciencehadspreadsolongoverthyfancies，——strangethatthereactionofthenight\'sterrorandtheday\'sdisappointmentshouldbebacktothineholyart!Oh，howfreelygoestheboldhandoverthelargeoutline!
How，despitethoserudematerials，speaksforthnomorethepupil，butthemaster!Freshyetfromthegloriouselixir，howthougivesttothycreaturesthefinerlifedeniedtothyself!——
somepowernotthineownwritesthegrandsymbolsonthewall。
Behindrisesthemightysepulchre，onthebuildingofwhichreposetothedeadthelivesofthousandshadbeenconsumed。
Theresitinasemicirclethesolemnjudges。Blackandsluggishflowsthelake。Thereliesthemummiedandroyaldead。Dostthouquailatthefrownonhislifelikebrow？Ha!——bravelydone，Oartist!——uprisethehaggardforms!——palespeaktheghastlyfaces!ShallnotHumanityafterdeathavengeitselfonPower？
Thyconception，ClarenceGlyndon，isasublimetruth；thydesignpromisesrenowntogenius。Betterthismagicthanthecharmsofthevolumeandthevessel。Hourafterhourhasgone；thouhastlightedthelamp；nightseestheeyetatthylabour。MercifulHeaven!whatchillstheatmosphere；whydoesthelampgrowwan；
whydoesthyhairbristle？There!——there!——there!atthecasement!Itgazesonthee，thedark，mantled，loathsomething!
There，withtheirdevilishmockeryandhatefulcraft，glareontheethosehorrideyes!
Hestoodandgazed，——itwasnodelusion。Itspokenot，movednot，till，unabletobearlongerthatsteadyandburninglook，hecoveredhisfacewithhishands。Withastart，withathrill，heremovedthem；hefeltthenearerpresenceofthenameless。Thereitcoweredonthefloorbesidehisdesign；andlo!thefiguresseemedtostartfromthewall!Thosepaleaccusingfigures，theshapeshehimselfhadraised，frownedathim，andgibbered。Withaviolenteffortthatconvulsedhiswholebeing，andbathedhisbodyinthesweatofagony，theyoungmanmasteredhishorror。
Hestrodetowardsthephantom；heendureditseyes；heaccosteditwithasteadyvoice；hedemandeditspurposeanddefieditspower。
Andthen，asawindfromacharnel，washearditsvoice。Whatitsaid，whatrevealed，itisforbiddenthelipstorepeat，thehandtorecord。Nothingsavethesubtlelifethatyetanimatedtheframetowhichtheinhalationsoftheelixirhadgivenvigourandenergybeyondthestrengthofthestrongest，couldhavesurvivedthatawfulhour。Bettertowakeinthecatacombsandseetheburiedrisefromtheircerements，andheartheghouls，intheirhorridorgies，amongstthefesteringghastlinessofcorruption，thantofrontthosefeatureswhentheveilwaslifted，andlistentothatwhisperedvoice!……
ThenextdayGlyndonfledfromtheruinedcastle。Withwhathopesofstarrylighthadhecrossedthethreshold；withwhatmemoriestoshudderevermoreatthedarknessdidhelookbackatthefrownofitstime-worntowers!
CHAPTER5。II。
Faust:Wohinsollesnungehm？
Mephist:WohinesDirgefallt。
Wirsehndiekleine，danndiegrosseWelt。
\"Faust。\"
(Faust:Whithergonow!
Mephist:Whitheritpleasesthee。
Weseethesmallworld，thenthegreat。)
Drawyourchairtothefireside，brushcleanthehearth，andtrimthelights。Oh，homeofsleekness，order，substance，comfort!
Oh，excellentthingartthou，MatterofFact!
Itissometimeafterthedateofthelastchapter。Hereweare，notinmoonlitislandsormoulderingcastles，butinaroomtwenty-sixfeetbytwenty-two，——wellcarpeted，wellcushioned，solidarm-chairsandeightsuchbadpictures，insuchfineframes，uponthewalls!ThomasMervale，Esq。，merchant，ofLondon，youareanenviabledog!
ItwastheeasiestthingintheworldforMervale，onreturningfromhisContinentalepisodeoflife，tosettledowntohisdesk，——hishearthadbeenalwaysthere。Thedeathofhisfathergavehim，asabirthright，ahighpositioninarespectablethoughsecond-ratefirm。Tomakethisestablishmentfirst-ratewasanhonourableambition，——itwashis!Hehadlatelymarried，notentirelyformoney，——no!hewasworldlyratherthanmercenary。Hehadnoromanticideasoflove；buthewastoosensibleamannottoknowthatawifeshouldbeacompanion，——
notmerelyaspeculation。Hedidnotcareforbeautyandgenius，buthelikedhealthandgoodtemper，andacertainproportionofusefulunderstanding。Hechoseawifefromhisreason，nothisheart，andaverygoodchoicehemade。Mrs。Mervalewasanexcellentyoungwoman，——bustling，managing，economical，butaffectionateandgood。Shehadawillofherown，butwasnoshrew。Shehadagreatnotionoftherightsofawife，andastrongperceptionofthequalitiesthatinsurecomfort。Shewouldneverhaveforgivenherhusband，hadshefoundhimguiltyofthemostpassingfancyforanother；but，inreturn，shehadthemostadmirablesenseofproprietyherself。Sheheldinabhorrencealllevity，allflirtation，allcoquetry，——smallviceswhichoftenruindomestichappiness，butwhichagiddynatureincurswithoutconsideration。Butshedidnotthinkitrighttoloveahusbandovermuch。Sheleftasurplusofaffection，forallherrelations，allherfriends，someofheracquaintances，andthepossibilityofasecondmarriage，shouldanyaccidenthappentoMr。M。Shekeptagoodtable，foritsuitedtheirstation；andhertemperwasconsideredeven，thoughfirm；butshecouldsayasharpthingortwo，ifMr。Mervalewasnotpunctualtoamoment。Shewasveryparticularthatheshouldchangehisshoesoncominghome，——thecarpetswerenewandexpensive。Shewasnotsulky，norpassionate，——Heavenblessherforthat!——butwhendispleasedsheshowedit，administeredadignifiedrebuke，alludedtoherownvirtues，toherunclewhowasanadmiral，andtothethirtythousandpoundswhichshehadbroughttotheobjectofherchoice。ButasMr。Mervalewasagood-humouredman，ownedhisfaults，andsubscribedtoherexcellence，thedispleasurewassoonover。
Everyhouseholdhasitslittledisagreements，nonefewerthanthatofMr。andMrs。Mervale。Mrs。Mervale，withoutbeingimproperlyfondofdress，paiddueattentiontoit。Shewasneverseenoutofherchamberwithpapersinherhair，norinthatworstofdis-illusions，——amorningwrapper。Athalf-pasteighteverymorningMrs。Mervalewasdressedfortheday，——thatis，tillshere-dressedfordinner，——herstayswelllaced，hercapprim，hergowns，winterandsummer，ofathick，handsomesilk。Ladiesatthattimeworeveryshortwaists；sodidMrs。
Mervale。Hermorningornamentswereathick，goldchain，towhichwassuspendedagoldwatch，——noneofthosefragiledwarfsofmechanismthatlooksoprettyandgosoill，butahandsomerepeaterwhichchronicledFatherTimetoamoment；alsoamosaicbrooch；alsoaminiatureofheruncle，theadmiral，setinabracelet。Fortheeveningshehadtwohandsomesets，——necklace，earrings，andbraceletscomplete，——oneofamethysts，theothertopazes。Withthese，hercostumeforthemostpartwasagold-
colouredsatinandaturban，inwhichlastherpicturehadbeentaken。Mrs。Mervalehadanaquilinenose，goodteeth，fairhair，andlighteyelashes，ratherahighcomplexion，whatisgenerallycalledafinebust；fullcheeks；largeusefulfeetmadeforwalking；large，whitehandswithfilbertnails，onwhichnotaspeckofdusthad，eveninchildhood，everbeenknowntoalight。
Shelookedalittleolderthanshereallywas；butthatmightarisefromacertainairofdignityandtheaforesaidaquilinenose。Shegenerallyworeshortmittens。SheneverreadanypoetrybutGoldsmith\'sandCowper\'s。Shewasnotamusedbynovels，thoughshehadnoprejudiceagainstthem。Shelikedaplayandapantomime，withaslightsupperafterwards。Shedidnotlikeconcertsnoroperas。Atthebeginningofthewintersheselectedsomebooktoread，andsomepieceofworktocommence。
Thetwolastedhertillthespring，when，thoughshecontinuedtowork，sheleftoffreading。Herfavouritestudywashistory，whichshereadthroughthemediumofDr。Goldsmith。Herfavouriteauthorinthebelleslettreswas，ofcourse，Dr。
Johnson。Aworthierwoman，oronemorerespected，wasnottobefound，exceptinanepitaph!
Itwasanautumnnight。Mr。andMrs。Mervale，latelyreturnedfromanexcursiontoWeymouth，areinthedrawing-room，——\"thedamesatonthisside，themansatonthat。\"
\"Yes，Iassureyou，mydear，thatGlyndon，withallhiseccentricities，wasaveryengaging，amiablefellow。Youwouldcertainlyhavelikedhim，——allthewomendid。\"
\"MydearThomas，youwillforgivetheremark，——butthatexpressionofyours，\'alltheWOMEN\'——\"
\"Ibegyourpardon，——youareright。Imeanttosaythathewasageneralfavouritewithyourcharmingsex。\"
\"Iunderstand，——ratherafrivolouscharacter。\"
\"Frivolous!no，notexactly；alittleunsteady，——veryodd，butcertainlynotfrivolous；presumptuousandheadstrongincharacter，butmodestandshyinhismanners，rathertoomuchso，——justwhatyoulike。However，toreturn；IamseriouslyuneasyattheaccountsIhaveheardofhimto-day。Hehasbeenliving，itseems，averystrangeandirregularlife，travellingfromplacetoplace，andmusthavespentalreadyagreatdealofmoney。\"
\"Aproposofmoney，\"saidMrs。Mervale；\"Ifearwemustchangeourbutcher；heiscertainlyinleaguewiththecook。\"
\"Thatisapity；hisbeefisremarkablyfine。TheseLondonservantsareasbadastheCarbonari。But，asIwassaying，poorGlyndon——\"
Hereaknockwasheardatthedoor。\"Blessme，\"saidMrs。
Mervale，\"itispastten!Whocanthatpossiblybe？\"
\"Perhapsyouruncle，theadmiral，\"saidthehusband，withaslightpeevishnessinhisaccent。\"Hegenerallyfavoursusaboutthishour。\"
\"Ihope，mylove，thatnoneofmyrelationsareunwelcomevisitorsatyourhouse。Theadmiralisamostentertainingman，andhisfortuneisentirelyathisowndisposal。\"
\"NooneIrespectmore，\"saidMr。Mervale，withemphasis。
Theservantthrewopenthedoor，andannouncedMr。Glyndon。
\"Mr。Glyndon!——whatanextraordinary——\"exclaimedMrs。Mervale；
butbeforeshecouldconcludethesentence，Glyndonwasintheroom。
Thetwofriendsgreetedeachotherwithallthewarmthofearlyrecollectionandlongabsence。AnappropriateandproudpresentationtoMrs。Mervaleensued；andMrs。Mervale，withadignifiedsmile，andafurtiveglanceathisboots，badeherhusband\'sfriendwelcometoEngland。
GlyndonwasgreatlyalteredsinceMervalehadseenhimlast。
Thoughlessthantwoyearshadelapsedsincethen，hisfaircomplexionwasmorebronzedandmanly。Deeplinesofcare，orthought，ordissipation，hadreplacedthesmoothcontourofhappyyouth。Toamanneroncegentleandpolishedhadsucceededacertainrecklessnessofmien，tone，andbearing，whichbespokethehabitsofasocietythatcaredlittleforthecalmdecorumsofconventionalease。Stillakindofwildnobleness，notbeforeapparentinhim，characterisedhisaspect，andgavesomethingofdignitytothefreedomofhislanguageandgestures。
\"So，then，youaresettled，Mervale，——Ineednotaskyouifyouarehappy。Worth，sense，wealth，character，andsofairacompaniondeservehappiness，andcommandit。\"
\"Wouldyoulikesometea，Mr。Glyndon？\"askedMrs。Mervale，kindly。
\"Thankyou，——no。Iproposeamoreconvivialstimulustomyoldfriend。Wine，Mervale，——wine，eh!——orabowlofoldEnglishpunch。Yourwifewillexcuseus，——wewillmakeanightofit!\"
Mrs。Mervaledrewbackherchair，andtriednottolookaghast。
Glyndondidnotgivehisfriendtimetoreply。
\"SoatlastIaminEngland，\"hesaid，lookingroundtheroom，withaslightsneeronhislips；\"surelythissoberairmusthaveitsinfluence；surelyhereIshallbeliketherest。\"
\"Haveyoubeenill，Glyndon？\"
\"Ill，yes。Humph!youhaveafinehouse。Doesitcontainaspareroomforasolitarywanderer？\"
Mr。Mervaleglancedathiswife，andhiswifelookedsteadilyonthecarpet。\"Modestandshyinhismanners——rathertoomuchso!\"
