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
more dexterous to commit theft than to apply the medicine, for if you
had only wrapped up the stolen prey in yellow wax, to preserve it from
the fumes of the lead, it would have sunk to the bottom, and transmuted
it to gold; but having cast it into the fumes, the violence of the
vapour, partly by its sympathetic alliance, carried the medicine quite
away.’ I brought him the crucible, and he perceived a most beautiful
saffron-like tincture sticking to the sides. He promised to come next
morning at nine o’clock, to show me that this tincture would transmute
the lead into gold. Having taken his leave, I impatiently awaited his
return, but the next day he came not, nor ever since. He sent an excuse
at half-past nine that morning, and promised to come at three in the
afternoon, but I never heard of him since. I soon began to doubt the
whole matter. Late that night my wife, who was a most curious student
and inquirer after the art, came soliciting me to make an experiment
of that little grain of the stone, to be assured of the truth. ‘Unless
this be done,’ said she, ‘I shall have no rest or sleep this night.’
She being so earnest, I commanded a fire to be made, saying to myself,
‘I fear, I fear indeed, this man hath deluded me.’ My wife wrapped the
said matter in wax, and I cut half an ounce of lead, and put it into a
crucible in the fire. Being melted, my wife put in the medicine, made
into a small pill with the wax, which presently made a hissing noise,
and in a quarter of an hour the mass of lead was totally transmuted
into the best and finest gold, which amazed us exceedingly. We could
not sufficiently gaze upon this admirable and miraculous work of
nature, for the melted lead, after projection, showed on the fire the
rarest and most beautiful colours imaginable, settling in green, and
when poured forth into an ingot, it had the lively fresh colour of
blood. When cold it shined as the purest and most splendid gold. Truly
all those who were standing about me were exceedingly startled, and
I ran with this aurified lead, being yet hot, to the goldsmith, who
wondered at the fineness, and after a short trial by the test, said it
was the most excellent gold in the world.
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