There are not six chemists in the world who possess so near an approximation to the grand arcanum--Come,come,said Varney,interrupting him,what means this,in the name of Heaven?Do we not know one another?I believe thee to be so perfect--so very perfect--in the mystery of cheating,that,having imposed upon all mankind,thou hast at length in some measure imposed upon thyself,and without ceasing to dupe others,hast become a species of dupe to thine own imagination.
Blush not for it,man--thou art learned,and shalt have classical comfort:
'Ne quisquam Ajacem possit superare nisi Ajax.'
No one but thyself could have gulled thee;and thou hast gulled the whole brotherhood of the Rosy Cross besides--none so deep in the mystery as thou.But hark thee in thine ear:had the seasoning which spiced Sussex's broth wrought more surely,Iwould have thought better of the chemical science thou dost boast so highly.Thou art an hardened villain,Varney,replied Alasco;many will do those things who dare not speak of them.And many speak of them who dare not do them,answered Varney.
But be not wroth--I will not quarrel with thee.If I did,Iwere fain to live on eggs for a month,that I might feed without fear.Tell me at once,how came thine art to fail thee at this great emergency?The Earl of Sussex's horoscope intimates,replied the astrologer,that the sign of the ascendant being in combustion --Away with your gibberish,replied Varney;thinkest thou it is the patron thou speakest with?I crave your pardon,replied the old man,and swear to you Iknow but one medicine that could have saved the Earl's life;and as no man living in England knows that antidote save myself--moreover,as the ingredients,one of them in particular,are scarce possible to be come by,I must needs suppose his escape was owing to such a constitution of lungs and vital parts as was never before bound up in a body of clay.There was some talk of a quack who waited on him,said Varney,after a moment's reflection.Are you sure there is no one in England who has this secret of thine?One man there was,said the doctor,once my servant,who might have stolen this of me,with one or two other secrets of art.
But content you,Master Varney,it is no part of my policy to suffer such interlopers to interfere in my trade.He pries into no mysteries more,I warrant you,for,as I well believe,he hath been wafted to heaven on the wing of a fiery dragon--peace be with him!But in this retreat of mine shall I have the use of mine elaboratory?Of a whole workshop,man,said Varney;for a reverend father abbot,who was fain to give place to bluff King Hal and some of his courtiers,a score of years since,had a chemist's complete apparatus,which he was obliged to leave behind him to his successors.Thou shalt there occupy,and melt,and puff,and blaze,and multiply,until the Green Dragon become a golden goose,or whatever the newer phrase of the brotherhood may testify.Thou art right,Master Varney,said the alchemist setting his teeth close and grinding them together--thou art right even in thy very contempt of right and reason.For what thou sayest in mockery may in sober verity chance to happen ere we meet again.
If the most venerable sages of ancient days have spoken the truth--if the most learned of our own have rightly received it;if I have been accepted wherever I travelled in Germany,in Poland,in Italy,and in the farther Tartary,as one to whom nature has unveiled her darkest secrets;if I have acquired the most secret signs and passwords of the Jewish Cabala,so that the greyest beard in the synagogue would brush the steps to make them clean for me;--if all this is so,and if there remains but one step--one little step--betwixt my long,deep,and dark,and subterranean progress,and that blaze of light which shall show Nature watching her richest and her most glorious productions in the very cradle--one step betwixt dependence and the power of sovereignty--one step betwixt poverty and such a sum of wealth as earth,without that noble secret,cannot minister from all her mines in the old or the new-found world;if this be all so,is it not reasonable that to this I dedicate my future life,secure,for a brief period of studious patience,to rise above the mean dependence upon favourites,and THEIR favourites,by which I am now enthralled!Now,bravo!bravo!my good father,said Varney,with the usual sardonic expression of ridicule on his countenance;yet all this approximation to the philosopher's stone wringeth not one single crown out of my Lord Leicester's pouch,and far less out of Richard Varney's.WE must have earthly and substantial services,man,and care not whom else thou canst delude with thy philosophical charlatanry.My son Varney,said the alchemist,the unbelief,gathered around thee like a frost-fog,hath dimmed thine acute perception to that which is a stumbling-block to the wise,and which yet,to him who seeketh knowledge with humility,extends a lesson so clear that he who runs may read.Hath not Art,thinkest thou,the means of completing Nature's imperfect concoctions in her attempts to form the precious metals,even as by art we can perfect those other operations of incubation,distillation,fermentation,and similar processes of an ordinary description,by which we extract life itself out of a senseless egg,summon purity and vitality out of muddy dregs,or call into vivacity the inert substance of a sluggish liquid?I have heard all this before,said Varney,and my heart is proof against such cant ever since I sent twenty good gold pieces (marry,it was in the nonage of my wit)to advance the grand magisterium,all which,God help the while,vanished IN FUMO.
