The Wonderful Story of RavaletteRandolph, Paschal Beverly
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The Wonderful Story of Ravalette
Randolph, Paschal Beverly
Rosicrucians -- Fiction; Spiritualism -- Fiction
“‘But let us return to the original topic of conversation. How is it
that you expect a mere dream will aid you in researches of a nature so
profound as these? How do you suppose that a mere idle dream, even
supposing you to have one on the subject, could furnish you with the
key? There might be fifty persons, or fifty thousand, for that matter,
each one of whom might feel an interest and have a dream about it, and,
like yourself, discover a fancied key, and yet upon comparing notes no
two dreams and no two keys would be found alike amongst the whole fifty
or fifty thousand!’
“Vulgarly, this was a ‘poser;’ still, an answer was expected, and so I
said: ‘Very true, there might; but the true key would be that which,
whenever and wherever it was applied, would yield uniform and concordant
results.’
“This reply appeared satisfactory to the old gentleman, who, after a
little further conversation, invited me to attend him to his residence
and partake of a dinner with him at his own table. ‘’Tis but a short and
pleasant walk,’ said he; ‘my house is situated in the Rue Michel le
Compte, close to the grand Rue du Temple, and we shall reach it in a
very little time.’ Cheerfully accepting the invitation, I took the old
gentleman’s arm, and together we proceeded to his residence--which I
found to be one of those stately old mansions built by the nobless of
the times of Louis le Grande. We entered, and in due time sat down to a
repast at once rich, liberal and friendly, and which gave me a very high
notion of the man who presided over it. Wine of the rarest graced his
board; plate of the richest adorned it; servants most attentive served
it; coffee of the best followed, and tobacco of the finest finished it;
all of which strengthened Ravalette in my esteem. After partaking of his
elegant hospitality, he proposed a walk, and accordingly we withdrew
from the house together, and arm in arm strolled into the Rue du Temple,
and kept that route until we reached the limit of Paris in that
direction, and entered one of its suburbs known as Belleville.
“Before quitting the street where I dined, I had taken the precaution to
mark well the locality of the house, and to note its number on my ivory
tablets, which I invariably carried with me.
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