Lives of alchemystical philosophers: To which is added a bibliography of alchemy and hermetic philosophyWaite, Arthur Edward
Philosophy
Lives of alchemystical philosophers: To which is added a bibliography of alchemy and hermetic philosophy
Waite, Arthur Edward
Alchemists -- Biography; Alchemy -- Bibliography; Alchemy -- History
“As soon as his relation was finished, I asked my visitor to show me
the effect of transmutation and so confirm my faith; but he declined
it for that time in such a discreet manner that I was satisfied, he
promising to come again in three weeks, to show me some curious arts
in the fire, provided it were then lawful without prohibition. At the
three weeks end he came, and invited me abroad for an hour or two. In
our walk we discoursed of Nature’s secrets, but he was very silent on
the subject of the great elixir gravely asserting that it was only to
magnify the sweet fame and mercy of the most glorious God; that few men
endeavoured to serve Him, and this he expressed as a pastor or minister
of a church; but I recalled his attention, entreating him to show me
the metallic mystery, desiring also that he would eat, drink, and lodge
at my house, which I pressed, but he was of so fixed a determination
that all my endeavours were frustrated. I could not forbear to tell him
that I had a laboratory ready for an experiment, and that a promised
favour was a kind of debt. ‘Yes, true,’ said he, ‘but I promised to
teach thee at my return, with this proviso, if it were not forbidden.’
“When I perceived that all this was in vain, I earnestly requested a
small crumb of his powder, sufficient to transmute a few grains of
lead to gold; and at last, out of his philosophical commiseration, he
gave me as much as a turnip seed in size, saying, ‘Receive this small
parcel of the greatest treasure of the world, which truly few kings or
princes have ever seen or known.’ ‘But,’ I said, ‘this perhaps will not
transmute four grains of lead,’ whereupon he bid me deliver it back
to him, which, in hopes of a greater parcel, I did; but he, cutting
half off with his nail, flung it into the fire, and gave me the rest
wrapped neatly up in blue paper, saying, ‘It is yet sufficient for
thee.’ I answered him, indeed with a most dejected countenance, ‘Sir,
what means this? The other being too little, you give me now less.’
He told me to put into the crucible half an ounce of lead, for there
ought to be no more lead put in than the medicine can transmute. I gave
him great thanks for my diminished treasure, concentrated truly in the
superlative degree, and put it charily up into my little box, saying I
meant to try it the next day, nor would I reveal it to any. ‘Not so,
not so,’ said he, ‘for we ought to divulge all things to the children
of art which may tend alone to the honour of God, that so they may
live in the theosophical truth.’ I now made a confession to him, that
while the mass of his medicine was in my hands, I endeavoured to scrape
away a little of it with my nail, and could not forbear; but scratched
off so very little, that, it being picked from my nail, wrapped in a
paper, and projected on melted lead, I found no transmutation, but
almost the whole mass of lead sublimed, while the remainder was a
glassy earth. At this unexpected account he immediately said, ‘You are
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