Brother to them that squared the pyramids
By the same stars I watch。 I read the page
Where every letter is a glittering world；
With them who looked from Shinar's clay…built towers；
Ere yet the wanderer of the Midland sea
Had missed the fallen sister of the seven。
I dwell in spaces vague； remote； unknown；
Save to the silent few； who； leaving earth；
Quit all communion with their living time。
I lose myself in that ethereal void；
Till I have tired my wings and long to fill
My breast with denser air； to stand； to walk
With eyes not raised above my fellow…men。
Sick of my unwalled； solitary realm；
I ask to change the myriad lifeless worlds
I visit as mine own for one poor patch
Of this dull spheroid and a little breath
To shape in word or deed to serve my kind。
Was ever giant's dungeon dug so deep；
Was ever tyrant's fetter forged so strong；
Was e'er such deadly poison in the draught
The false wife mingles for the trusting fool；
As he whose willing victim is himself；
Digs； forges； mingles； for his captive soul？
VII
I was very sure that the old Master was hard at work about
something；he is always very busy with something；but I mean
something particular。
Whether it was a question of history or of cosmogony； or whether he
was handling a test…tube or a blow…pipe； what he was about I did not
feel sure； but I took it for granted that it was some crucial
question or other he was at work on； some point bearing on the
thought of the time。 For the Master； I have observed； is pretty
sagacious in striking for the points where his work will be like to
tell。 We all know that class of scientific laborers to whom all
facts are alike nourishing mental food； and who seem to exercise no
choice whatever； provided only they can get hold of these same
indiscriminate facts in quantity sufficient。 They browse on them； as
the animal to which they would not like to be compared browses on his
thistles。 But the Master knows the movement of the age he belongs
to； and if he seems to be busy with what looks like a small piece of
trivial experimenting； one may feel pretty sure that he knows what he
is about； and that his minute operations are looking to a result that
will help him towards attaining his great end in life；an insight；
so far as his faculties and opportunities will allow； into that order
of things which he believes he can study with some prospect of taking
in its significance。
I became so anxious to know what particular matter he was busy with；
that I had to call upon him to satisfy my curiosity。 It was with a
little trepidation that I knocked at his door。 I felt a good deal as
one might have felt on disturbing an alchemist at his work； at the
very moment； it might be； when he was about to make projection。
Come in！ said the Master in his grave； massive tones。
I passed through the library with him into a little room evidently
devoted to his experiments。
You have come just at the right moment；he said。 Your eyes are
better than mine。 I have been looking at this flask； and I should
like to have you look at it。
It was a small matrass； as one of the elder chemists would have
called it； containing a fluid； and hermetically sealed。 He held it
up at the window； perhaps you remember the physician holding a flask
to the light in Gerard Douw's 〃Femme hydropique〃； I thought of that
fine figure as I looked at him。 Look！ said he；is it clear or
cloudy？
You need not ask me that；I answered。 It is very plainly turbid。
I should think that some sediment had been shaken up in it。 What is
it； Elixir Vitae or Aurum potabile？
Something that means more than alchemy ever did！ Boiled just three
hours； and as clear as a bell until within the last few days； since
then has been clouding up。
I began to form a pretty shrewd guess at the meaning of all this；
and to think I knew very nearly what was coming next。 I was right in
my conjecture。 The Master broke off the sealed end of his little
flask； took out a small portion of the fluid on a glass rod； and
placed it on a slip of glass in the usual way for a microscopic
examination。
One thousand diameters；he said； as he placed it on the stage of
the microscope。…We shall find signs of life； of course。 He bent
over the instrument and looked but an instant。
There they are！he exclaimed；look in。
I looked in and saw some objects：
The straight linear bodies were darting backward and forward in every
direction。 The wavy ones were wriggling about like eels or water…
snakes。 The round ones were spinning on their axes and rolling in
every direction。 All of them were in a state of incessant activity；
as if perpetually seeking something and never finding it。
They are tough； the germs of these little bodies； said the Master。…
Three hours' boiling has n't killed 'em。 Now； then； let us see what
has been the effect of six hours' boiling。
He took up another flask just like the first； containing fluid and
hermetically sealed in the same way。
Boiled just three hours longer than the other； he said；six hours
in all。 This is the experimentum crucis。 Do you see any cloudiness
in it？
Not a sign of it； it is as clear as crystal； except that there may
be a little sediment at the bottom。
That is nothing。 The liquid is clear。 We shall find no signs of
life。…He put a minute drop of the liquid under the microscope as
before。 Nothing stirred。 Nothing to be seen but a clear circle of
light。 We looked at it again and again； but with the same result。
Six hours kill 'em all； according to this experiment；said the
Master。…Good as far as it goes。 One more negative result。 Do you
know what would have happened if that liquid had been clouded； and we
had found life in the sealed flask？ Sir； if that liquid had held
life in it the Vatican would have trembled to hear it； and there
would have been anxious questionings and ominous whisperings in the
halls of Lambeth palace！ The accepted cosmogonies on trial； sir！
Traditions； sanctities； creeds； ecclesiastical establishments； all
shaking to know whether my little sixpenny flask of fluid looks muddy
or not！ I don't know whether to laugh or shudder。 The thought of an
oecumenical council having its leading feature dislocated by my
trifling experiment！ The thought； again； of the mighty revolution in
human beliefs and affairs that might grow out of the same
insignificant little phenomenon。 A wine…glassful of clear liquid
growing muddy。 If we had found a wriggle； or a zigzag； or a shoot
from one side to the other； in this last flask； what a scare there
would have been； to be sure； in the schools of the prophets！ Talk
about your megatherium and your megalosaurus；what are these to the
bacterium and the vibrio？ These are the dreadful monsters of today。
If they show themselves where they have no business； the little
rascals frighten honest folks worse than ever people were frightened
by the Dragon of Rhodes！
The Master gets going sometimes； there is no denying it； until his
imagination runs away with him。 He had been trying； as the reader
sees； one of those curious experiments in spontaneous generation； as
it is called； which have been so often instituted of late years； and
by none more thoroughly than by that eminent American student of
nature （Professor Jeffries Wyman） whose process he had imitated with
a result like his。
We got talking over these matters among us the next morning at the
breakfast…table。
We must agree they couldn't stand six hours' boiling；I said。
Good for the Pope of Rome！exclaimed the Master。
The Landlady drew back with a certain expression of dismay in her
countenance。 She hoped he did n't want the Pope to make any more
converts in this country。 She had heard a sermon only last Sabbath；
and the minister had made it out； she thought； as plain as could be；
that the Pope was the Man of Sin and that the Church of Rome was
Well； there was very strong names applied to her in Scripture。
What was good for the Pope was good for your minister； too； my dear
madam；said the Master。 Good for everybody that is afraid of what
people call 〃science。〃 If it should prove that dead things come to
life of themselves； it would be awkward； you know； because then
somebody will get up and say if one dead thing made itself alive
another might； and so perhaps the earth peopled itself without any
help。 Possibly the difficulty wouldn't be so great as many people
suppose。 We might perhaps find room for a Creator after all； as we
do now； though we see a little brown seed grow till it sucks up the
juices of half an acre of ground； apparently all by its own inherent
power。 That does not stagger us； I am not sure that it would if Mr。
Crosses or Mr。 Weekes's acarus should show himself all of a sudden；
as they said he did； in certain mineral mixtures acted on by
electricity。
The Landlady was off soundings； and looking vacant enough by this
time。
The Master turned to me。…Don't think too much of the result of our
one experiment。 It means something； because it confirms those other
experiments of which it was a copy； but we must remember that a
hundred negatives don't settle such a question。 Life does get into
the world somehow。 You don't suppose Adam had the cutaneous
unpleasantness politely called psora； do you？
Hardly；I answered。…He must have been a walking hospital if he
carried all the maladies about him which have plagued his
descendants。
Well； then； how did the little beast which is peculiar to that
special complaint intrude himself into the Order of Things？ You
don't suppose there was a special act of creation for the express
purpose of bestowing that little wretch on humanity； do you？
I thought； on the whole； I would n't answer that question。
You and I are at work on the same problem； said the Young
Astronomer to the Master。…I have looked into a microscope now and
then； and I have seen that perpetual dancing about of minute atoms in
a fluid； which you call molecular motion。 Just so； when I look
through my telescope I see the star…dust whirling about in the
infinite expanse of ether； or if I do not see its motion； I know that
it is only on account of its immeasurable distance。 M