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and　he　seemed　to　have　early　familiarized　himself　with　the　abstractions

on　which　societies　rest。　He　had　pored　over　books；those　deeds　of　dead

humanity；　he　had　spent　whole　nights　of　pleasure　in　every　European

capital；　he　had　slept　on　fields　of　battle　the　night　before　the　combat

and　the　night　that　followed　victory。　His　stormy　youth　may　have　flung

him　on　the　deck　of　some　corsair　and　sent　him　among　the　contrasting

regions　of　the　globe；　thus　it　was　that　he　knew　the　actions　of　a　living

humanity。　He　knew　the　present　and　the　past；a　double　history；　that　of

to…day；　that　of　other　days。　Many　men　have　been；　like　Wilfrid；　equally

powerful　by　the　Hand；　by　the　Heart；　by　the　Head；　like　him；　the

majority　have　abused　their　triple　power。　But　though　this　man　still

held　by　certain　outward　liens　to　the　slimy　side　of　humanity；　he

belonged　also　and　positively　to　the　sphere　where　force　is　intelligent。

In　spite　of　the　many　veils　which　enveloped　his　soul；　there　were

certain　ineffable　symptoms　of　this　fact　which　were　visible　to　pure

spirits；　to　the　eyes　of　the　child　whose　innocence　has　known　no　breath

of　evil　passions；　to　the　eyes　of　the　old　man　who　has　lived　to　regain

his　purity。



These　signs　revealed　a　Cain　for　whom　there　was　still　hope；one　who

seemed　as　though　he　were　seeking　absolution　from　the　ends　of　the

earth。　Minna　suspected　the　galley…slave　of　glory　in　the　man；　Seraphita

recognized　him。　Both　admired　and　both　pitied　him。　Whence　came　their

prescience？　Nothing　could　be　more　simple　nor　yet　more　extraordinary。

As　soon　as　we　seek　to　penetrate　the　secrets　of　Nature；　where　nothing

is　secret；　and　where　it　is　only　necessary　to　have　the　eyes　to　see；　we

perceive　that　the　simple　produces　the　marvellous。



〃Seraphitus；〃　said　Minna　one　evening　a　few　days　after　Wilfrid's

arrival　in　Jarvis；　〃you　read　the　soul　of　this　stranger　while　I　have

only　vague　impressions　of　it。　He　chills　me　or　else　he　excites　me；　but

you　seem　to　know　the　cause　of　this　cold　and　of　this　heat；　tell　me　what

it　means；　for　you　know　all　about　him。〃



〃Yes；　I　have　seen　the　causes；〃　said　Seraphitus；　lowing　his　large

eyelids。



〃By　what　power？〃　asked　the　curious　Minna。



〃I　have　the　gift　of　Specialism；〃　he　answered。　〃Specialism　is　an　inward

sight　which　can　penetrate　all　things；　you　will　only　understand　its

full　meaning　through　a　comparison。　In　the　great　cities　of　Europe　where

works　are　produced　by　which　the　human　Hand　seeks　to　represent　the

effects　of　the　moral　nature　was　well　as　those　of　the　physical　nature；

there　are　glorious　men　who　express　ideas　in　marble。　The　sculptor　acts

on　the　stone；　he　fashions　it；　he　puts　a　realm　of　ideas　into　it。　There

are　statues　which　the　hand　of　man　has　endowed　with　the　faculty　of

representing　the　noble　side　of　humanity；　or　the　whole　evil　side；　most

men　see　in　such　marbles　a　human　figure　and　nothing　more；　a　few　other

men；　a　little　higher　in　the　scale　of　being；　perceive　a　fraction　of　the

thoughts　expressed　in　the　statue；　but　the　Initiates　in　the　secrets　of

art　are　of　the　same　intellect　as　the　sculptor；　they　see　in　his　work

the　whole　universe　of　his　thought。　Such　persons　are　in　themselves　the

principles　of　art；　they　bear　within　them　a　mirror　which　reflects

nature　in　her　slightest　manifestations。　Well！　so　it　is　with　me；　I　have

within　me　a　mirror　before　which　the　moral　nature；　with　its　causes　and

effects；　appears　and　is　reflected。　Entering　thus　into　the

consciousness　of　others　I　am　able　to　divine　both　the　future　and　the

past。　How？　do　you　still　ask　how？　Imagine　that　the　marble　statue　is　the

body　of　a　man；　a　piece　of　statuary　in　which　we　see　the　emotion；

sentiment；　passion；　vice　or　crime；　virtue　or　repentance　which　the

creating　hand　has　put　into　it；　and　you　will　then　comprehend　how　it　is

that　I　read　the　soul　of　this　foreignerthough　what　I　have　said　does

not　explain　the　gift　of　Specialism；　for　to　conceive　the　nature　of　that

gift　we　must　possess　it。〃



Though　Wilfrid　belonged　to　the　two　first　divisions　of　humanity；　the

men　of　force　and　the　men　of　thought；　yet　his　excesses；　his　tumultuous

life；　and　his　misdeeds　had　often　turned　him　towards　Faith；　for　doubt

has　two　sides；　a　side　to　the　light　and　a　side　to　the　darkness。　Wilfrid

had　too　closely　clasped　the　world　under　its　forms　of　Matter　and　of

Mind　not　to　have　acquired　that　thirst　for　the　unknown；　that　longing　to

GO　BEYOND　which　lay　their　grasp　upon　the　men　who　know；　and　wish；　and

will。　But　neither　his　knowledge；　nor　his　actions；　nor　his　will；　had

found　direction。　He　had　fled　from　social　life　from　necessity；　as　a

great　criminal　seeks　the　cloister。　Remorse；　that　virtue　of　weak

beings；　did　not　touch　him。　Remorse　is　impotence；　impotence　which　sins

again。　Repentance　alone　is　powerful；　it　ends　all。　But　in　traversing

the　world；　which　he　made　his　cloister；　Wilfrid　had　found　no　balm　for

his　wounds；　he　saw　nothing　in　nature　to　which　he　could　attach　himself。

In　him；　despair　had　dried　the　sources　of　desire。　He　was　one　of　those

beings　who；　having　gone　through　all　passions　and　come　out　victorious；

have　nothing　more　to　raise　in　their　hot…beds；　and　who；　lacking

opportunity　to　put　themselves　at　the　head　of　their　fellow…men　to

trample　under　iron　heel　entire　populations；　buy；　at　the　price　of　a

horrible　martyrdom；　the　faculty　of　ruining　themselves　in　some　belief；

rocks　sublime；　which　await　the　touch　of　a　wand　that　comes　not　to

bring　the　waters　gushing　from　their　far…off　spring。



Led　by　a　scheme　of　his　restless；　inquiring　life　to　the　shores　of

Norway；　the　sudden　arrival　of　winter　had　detained　the　wanderer　at

Jarvis。　The　day　on　which；　for　the　first　time；　he　saw　Seraphita；　the

whole　past　of　his　life　faded　from　his　mind。　The　young　girl　excited

emotions　which　he　had　thought　could　never　be　revived。　The　ashes　gave

forth　a　lingering　flame　at　the　first　murmurings　of　that　voice。　Who　has

ever　felt　himself　return　to　youth　and　purity　after　growing　cold　and

numb　with　age　and　soiled　with　impurity？　Suddenly；　Wilfrid　loved　as　he

had　never　loved；　he　loved　secretly；　with　faith；　with　fear；　with　inward

madness。　His　life　was　stirred　to　the　very　source　of　his　being　at　the

mere　thought　of　seeing　Seraphita。　As　he　listened　to　her　he　was

transported　into　unknown　worlds；　he　was　mute　before　her；　she

magnetized　him。　There；　beneath　the　snows；　among　the　glaciers；　bloomed

the　celestial　flower　to　which　his　hopes；　so　long　betrayed；　aspired；

the　sight　of　which　awakened　ideas　of　freshness；　purity；　and　faith

which　grouped　about　his　soul　and　lifted　it　to　higher　regions；as

Angels　bear　to　heaven　the　Elect　in　those　symbolic　pictures　inspired　by

the　guardian　spirit　of　a　great　master。　Celestial　perfumes　softened　the

granite　hardness　of　the　rocky　scene；　light　endowed　with　speech　shed

its　divine　melodies　on　the　path　of　him　who　looked　to　heaven。　After

emptying　the　cup　of　terrestrial　love　which　his　teeth　had　bitten　as　he

drank　it；　he　saw　before　him　the　chalice　of　salvation　where　the　limpid

waters　sparkled；　making　thirsty　for　ineffable　delights　whoever　dare

apply　his　lips　burning　with　a　faith　so　strong　that　the　crystal　shall

not　be　shattered。



But　Wilfrid　now　encountered　the　wall　of　brass　for　which　he　had　been

seeking　up　and　down　the　earth。　He　went　impetuously　to　Seraphita；

meaning　to　express　the　whole　force　and　bearing　of　a　passion　under

which　he　bounded　like　the　fabled　horse　beneath　the　iron　horseman；　firm

in　his　saddle；　whom　nothing　moves　while　the　efforts　of　the　fiery

animal　only　made　the　rider　heavier　and　more　solid。　He　sought　her　to

relate　his　life；to　prove　the　grandeur　of　his　soul　by　the　grandeur　of

his　faults；　to　show　the　ruins　of　his　desert。　But　no　sooner　had　he

crossed　her　threshold；　and　found　himself　within　the　zone　of　those　eyes

of　scintillating　azure；　that　met　no　limits　forward　and　left　none

behind；　than　he　grew　calm　and　submissive；　as　a　lion；　springing　on　his

prey　in　the　plains　of　Africa；　receives　from　the　wings　of　the　wind　a

message　of　love；　and　stops　his　bound。　A　gulf　opened　before　him；　into

which　his　frenzied　words　fell　and　disappeared；　and　from　which　uprose　a

voice　which　changed　his　being；　he　became　as　a　child；　a　child　of

sixteen；　timid　and　frightened　before　this　maiden　with　serene　brow；

this　white　figure　whose　inalterable　calm　was　like　the　cruel

impassibility　of　human　justice。　The　combat　between　them　had　never

ceased　until　this　evening；　when　with　a　glance　she　brought　him　down；　as

a　falcon　making　his　dizzy　spirals　in　the　air　around　his　prey　causes　it

to　fall　stupefied　to　earth；　before　carrying　it　to　his　eyrie。



We　may　note　within　ourselves　many　a　long　struggle　the　end　of　which　is

one　of　our　own　actions；struggles　which　are；　as　it　were；　the　reverse

side　of　humanity。　This　reverse　side　belongs　to　God；　the　obverse　side

to　men。　More　than　once　Seraphita　had　proved　to　Wilfrid　that　she　knew

this　hidden　and　ever　varied　side；　which　is　to　the　majority　of　men　a

second　being。　Often　she　said　to　him　in　her　dove…like　voice：　〃Why　all

this　vehemence？〃　when　on　his　way　to　her　he　had　sworn　she　should　be

his。　Wilfrid　was；　however；　strong　enough　to　raise　the　cry　of　revolt　to

which　he　had　given　utterance　in　Monsieur　Becker's　study。　The　narrative

of　the　old　pastor　had　calmed　him。　Sceptical　and　derisive　as　he　was；　he

saw　belief　like　a　sidereal　brilliance　dawning　on　his　life。　He　asked

himself　if　Seraphita　were　not　an　exile　from　the　higher　spheres　seeking

the　homeward　way。　The　fanciful　deifications　of　all　ordinary　lovers　he

could　not　give　to　this　lily　of　Norway　in　whose　divinity　he　believed。

Why　lived　she　here　beside　this　fiord？　What　did　she？　Questions　that

received　no　answer　filled　his　mind。　Above　all；　what　was　about　to

happen　between　them？　What　fate　had　brought　him　there？　To　him；

Seraphita　was　the　motionless　marble；　light　nevertheless　as　a　vapor；

which　Minna　had　seen　that　day　poised　above　the　precipices　of　the

Falberg。　Could　she　thus　stand　on　the　edge　of　all　gulfs　without　danger；

without　a　tremor　of　the　arching　eyebrows；　or　a　quiver　of　the　light　of

the　eye？　If