Memorials and Other Papers — Volume 1De Quincey, Thomas
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Memorials and Other Papers — Volume 1
De Quincey, Thomas
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_Priests of Eleusis_, were chosen from the aristocracy; and to them it
was made known that _this revolution was near at hand_; and, also, that
there were in the society higher ranks than their own. The fourth class
was that of the _prelates_; and to this order, which never exceeded the
number of one hundred and sixteen, and comprehended the leading men
of the nation, the most unreserved information was given upon all the
secrets of the Hetæria; after which they were severally appointed to a
particular district, as superintendent of its interests, and as manager
of the whole correspondence on its concerns with the Grand Arch.
This, the crowning order and key-stone of the society, was reputed to
comprehend sixteen "mysterious and illustrious names," amongst which
were obscurely whispered those of the Czar, the Crown Prince of Bavaria
and of Wurtemburg, of the Hospodar of Wallachia, of Count Capodistria,
and some others. The orders of the Grand Arch were written in cipher,
and bore a seal having in sixteen compartments the same number
of initial letters. The revenue which it commanded must have been
considerable; for the lowest member, on his noviciate, was expected to
give at least fifty piastres (at this time about two pounds sterling);
and those of the higher degrees gave from three hundred to one thousand
each. The members communicated with each other, in mixed society, by
masonic signs.
It cannot be denied that a secret society, with the grand and almost
awful purposes of the Hetæria, spite of some taint which it had received
in its early stages from the spirit of German mummery, is fitted to
fill the imagination, and to command homage from the coldest. Whispers
circulating from mouth to mouth of some vast conspiracy mining
subterraneously beneath the very feet of their accursed oppressors;
whispers of a great deliverer at hand, whose mysterious _Labarum_, or
mighty banner of the Cross, was already dimly descried through northern
mists, and whose eagles were already scenting the carnage and "savor of
death" from innumerable hosts of Moslems; whispers of a revolution which
was again to call, as with the trumpet of resurrection, from the grave,
the land of Timoleon and Epaminondas; such were the preludings, low and
deep, to the tempestuous overture of revolt and patriotic battle which
now ran through every nook of Greece, and caused every ear to tingle.
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