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studies, until the daggers of Sussex's followers are clashing within your doublet, and against your ribs.” The old man turned pale, and Varney proceeded. "Wot you not he hath offered a reward for the arch. quack and poison-vender, Demetrius, who sold certain precious spices to his lordship's cook? - What! turn you pale, old friend? Does Hali already see an infor tune in the House of Life? - Why, hark thee, we will have thee down to an old house of mine in the country, where thou shalt live with a hob-nailed slave, whom thy alchemy may convert into ducats, for to such conversion alone is thy art serviceable."

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"It is false, thou foul-mouthed railer !" said Alasco, shaking with impotent anger; it is well known that I have approached more nearly to projection than any hermetic artist who now lives. 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, thou art learned, and shalt have classical

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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 beside- 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, I would

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, I were 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; "think'st thou it is the patron thou speak'st with ?"

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"I crave your pardon,” replied the old man, swear to you, I know 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 ?"

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"One man there was," said the doctor, once my servant, who might have stolen this of with one

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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 ?"

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"Of a whole workshop, man," said Varney; a reverend father abbot, who was fain to give place to bluff King Hall and some of his courtiers, a score of years since, had a chemist's complete apparatus, which he was fain 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 wheresoever 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 pass-words of the Jewish Cabala, so that the greyest beard in the synagogue would brush the steps to make them clean for - 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 shew Nature watching her richest and most glorious productions in the very cradle. one step betwixt dependence and the power of sove

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reignty. 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: 66 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 charlatanerie."

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"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, think'st 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, which all, God help the while, vanished in fumo. Since that moment, when I paid for my freedom, I defy chemistry, astrology, palmistry, and every other occult art, were it as secret as hell itself, to unloose the stricture of my purse-strings. Marry, I neither defy the manna of Saint Nicholas, nor can I dispense with it. Thy first task must be to prepare some when thou get'st down to my little sequestered retreat yonder, and then make as much gold as thou wilt."

"I will make no more of that dose," said the alchemist, resolutely.

"Then," said the master of the horse, "thou shalt be hanged for what thou hast made already, and so were the great secret for ever lost to mankind. - Do not humanity this injustice, good father, but e'en bend to thy destiny, and make us an ounce or two of this same stuff, which cannot prejudice above one or two individuals, in order to gain life-time to discover the universal medicine, which shall clear away all mortal diseases at once. But cheer up, thou grave, learned, and most melancholy jackanape! Hast thou not told me, that a moderate portion of thy drug hath mild effects, no ways dangerous to the human frame, but which produce depression of spirits, nausea, headache, an unwillingness to change of place—even such a state of temper as would keep a bird from flying out of a cage, were the door left open ?"

"I have said so, and it is true," said the alchemist; "this effect will it produce, and the bird who partakes of it in such proportion, shall sit for a season drooping on her perch, without thinking either of the free blue sky, or of the fair green-wood, though the one be lighted by the rays of the rising sun, and the other

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