We are arrived in the very loneliest quarter of the town, and the most
dreary limits of the quarter, where old crumbling houses group themselves
in inextricable confusion along the city wall, and from their gable
windows fix their vacant, hypochondriacal looks upon the open fields
beyond. A tower, crowning the wall of the fort upon this side, now serves
the great scientist as an observatory and dwelling, given him by the
burgomaster and the council of the city. He was for a long time private
physician to the Queen of France, but has now retired to this lonely place
from the pleasures, the distinctions, and the dangers of life at court, in
order to devote himself quietly to research and study. He has a protector
in the prince-archbishop resident in the city; and as the professor of
theology has certified at the request of this same prince-bishop to his
strict orthodoxy, the city authorities thought to persuade him to receive
the honorable and lucrative position of town-astrologer, not heeding the
assertion of the monks that he was a wizard, and that his black spaniel
was in reality none other than the devil himself.
A magician never suffers himself to be interrupted in his labors, whether
engaged in contemplating the nature of spirits, in watching the heavens,
or in the elaboration of the _quinta essentia_, the final essence, with
his crucibles. Oh! what world-wide hopes, what solemn emotions, what
inexpressible tension of soul must accompany these investigations! Gold,
which rules the world, here falls from the tree of knowledge as a fruit
over-ripe into the bosom of the master. And what is gold with all the
power it possesses, and all the enjoyment it commands, compared with the
ability to control heaven and earth and the spirits of hell, compared
with the capacity to summon by the means of lustrations, seals, characters
and exorcisms the angels hovering in the higher spheres, or tame to
obedience the demons which fill the immensity of space? And what again is
this power compared with the pure celestial knowledge to which magic
delivers the key? a knowledge as much transcending the wisdom of angels as
the son's place in his father's house is superior to a servant's!
Perchance the magician at this very moment is deeply absorbed in some
investigation, and within a hair's breadth of the revelation of some new
and dazzling truth. Let us consider before we venture to ask admittance.
Let us pause a moment before this iron-bound door, and recover our breath.
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