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him　tremble　before　the　old　man　with　the　lamp。　All　of　us　have　been

stirred　in　the　same　way　by　the　sight　of　Napoleon；　or　of　some　other

great　man；　made　illustrious　by　his　genius　or　by　fame。



〃You　wish　to　see　Raphael's　portrait　of　Jesus　Christ；　monsieur？〃　the

old　man　asked　politely。　There　was　something　metallic　in　the　clear；

sharp　ring　of　his　voice。



He　set　the　lamp　upon　a　broken　column；　so　that　all　its　light　might　fall

on　the　brown　case。



At　the　sacred　names　of　Christ　and　Raphael　the　young　man　showed　some

curiosity。　The　merchant；　who　no　doubt　looked　for　this；　pressed　a

spring；　and　suddenly　the　mahogany　panel　slid　noiselessly　back　in　its

groove；　and　discovered　the　canvas　to　the　stranger's　admiring　gaze。　At

sight　of　this　deathless　creation；　he　forgot　his　fancies　in　the　show…

rooms　and　the　freaks　of　his　dreams；　and　became　himself　again。　The　old

man　became　a　being　of　flesh　and　blood；　very　much　alive；　with　nothing

chimerical　about　him；　and　took　up　his　existence　at　once　upon　solid

earth。



The　sympathy　and　love；　and　the　gentle　serenity　in　the　divine　face；

exerted　an　instant　sway　over　the　younger　spectator。　Some　influence

falling　from　heaven　bade　cease　the　burning　torment　that　consumed　the

marrow　of　his　bones。　The　head　of　the　Saviour　of　mankind　seemed　to

issue　from　among　the　shadows　represented　by　a　dark　background；　an

aureole　of　light　shone　out　brightly　from　his　hair；　an　impassioned

belief　seemed　to　glow　through　him；　and　to　thrill　every　feature。　The

word　of　life　had　just　been　uttered　by　those　red　lips；　the　sacred

sounds　seemed　to　linger　still　in　the　air；　the　spectator　besought　the

silence　for　those　captivating　parables；　hearkened　for　them　in　the

future；　and　had　to　turn　to　the　teachings　of　the　past。　The　untroubled

peace　of　the　divine　eyes；　the　comfort　of　sorrowing　souls；　seemed　an

interpretation　of　the　Evangel。　The　sweet　triumphant　smile　revealed　the

secret　of　the　Catholic　religion；　which　sums　up　all　things　in　the

precept；　〃Love　one　another。〃　This　picture　breathed　the　spirit　of

prayer；　enjoined　forgiveness；　overcame　self；　caused　sleeping　powers　of

good　to　waken。　For　this　work　of　Raphael's　had　the　imperious　charm　of

music；　you　were　brought　under　the　spell　of　memories　of　the　past；　his

triumph　was　so　absolute　that　the　artist　was　forgotten。　The　witchery　of

the　lamplight　heightened　the　wonder；　the　head　seemed　at　times　to

flicker　in　the　distance；　enveloped　in　cloud。



〃I　covered　the　surface　of　that　picture　with　gold　pieces；〃　said　the

merchant　carelessly。



〃And　now　for　death！〃　cried　the　young　man；　awakened　from　his　musings。

His　last　thought　had　recalled　his　fate　to　him；　as　it　led　him

imperceptibly　back　from　the　forlorn　hopes　to　which　he　had　clung。



〃Ah；　ha！　then　my　suspicions　were　well　founded！〃　said　the　other；　and

his　hands　held　the　young　man's　wrists　in　a　grip　like　that　of　a　vice。



The　younger　man　smiled　wearily　at　his　mistake；　and　said　gently：



〃You；　sir；　have　nothing　to　fear；　it　is　not　your　life；　but　my　own　that

is　in　question。　。　。　。　But　why　should　I　hide　a　harmless　fraud？〃　he　went

on；　after　a　look　at　the　anxious　old　man。　〃I　came　to　see　your　treasures

to　while　away　the　time　till　night　should　come　and　I　could　drown　myself

decently。　Who　would　grudge　this　last　pleasure　to　a　poet　and　a　man　of

science？〃



While　he　spoke；　the　jealous　merchant　watched　the　haggard　face　of　his

pretended　customer　with　keen　eyes。　Perhaps　the　mournful　tones　of　his

voice　reassured　him；　or　he　also　read　the　dark　signs　of　fate　in　the

faded　features　that　had　made　the　gamblers　shudder；　he　released　his


hands；　but；　with　a　touch　of　caution；　due　to　the　experience　of　some

hundred　years　at　least；　he　stretched　his　arm　out　to　a　sideboard　as　if

to　steady　himself；　took　up　a　little　dagger；　and　said：



〃Have　you　been　a　supernumerary　clerk　of　the　Treasury　for　three　years

without　receiving　any　perquisites？〃



The　stranger　could　scarcely　suppress　a　smile　as　he　shook　his　head。



〃Perhaps　your　father　has　expressed　his　regret　for　your　birth　a　little

too　sharply？　Or　have　you　disgraced　yourself？〃



〃If　I　meant　to　be　disgraced；　I　should　live。〃



〃You　have　been　hissed　perhaps　at　the　Funambules？　Or　you　have　had　to

compose　couplets　to　pay　for　your　mistress'　funeral？　Do　you　want　to　be

cured　of　the　gold　fever？　Or　to　be　quit　of　the　spleen？　For　what　blunder

is　your　life　forfeit？〃



〃You　must　not　look　among　the　common　motives　that　impel　suicides　for

the　reason　of　my　death。　To　spare　myself　the　task　of　disclosing　my

unheard…of　sufferings；　for　which　language　has　no　name；　I　will　tell　you

thisthat　I　am　in　the　deepest；　most　humiliating；　and　most　cruel

trouble；　and；〃　he　went　on　in　proud　tones　that　harmonized　ill　with　the

words　just　uttered；　〃I　have　no　wish　to　beg　for　either　help　or

sympathy。〃



〃Eh！　eh！〃



The　two　syllables　which　the　old　man　pronounced　resembled　the　sound　of

a　rattle。　Then　he　went　on　thus：



〃Without　compelling　you　to　entreat　me；　without　making　you　blush　for

it；　and　without　giving　you　so　much　as　a　French　centime；　a　para　from

the　Levant；　a　German　heller；　a　Russian　kopeck；　a　Scottish　farthing；　a

single　obolus　or　sestertius　from　the　ancient　world；　or　one　piastre

from　the　new；　without　offering　you　anything　whatever　in　gold；　silver；

or　copper；　notes　or　drafts；　I　will　make　you　richer；　more　powerful；　and

of　more　consequence　than　a　constitutional　king。〃



The　young　man　thought　that　the　older　was　in　his　dotage；　and　waited　in

bewilderment　without　venturing　to　reply。



〃Turn　round；〃　said　the　merchant；　suddenly　catching　up　the　lamp　in

order　to　light　up　the　opposite　wall；　〃look　at　that　leathern　skin；〃　he

went　on。



The　young　man　rose　abruptly；　and　showed　some　surprise　at　the　sight　of

a　piece　of　shagreen　which　hung　on　the　wall　behind　his　chair。　It　was

only　about　the　size　of　a　fox's　skin；　but　it　seemed　to　fill　the　deep

shadows　of　the　place　with　such　brilliant　rays　that　it　looked　like　a

small　comet；　an　appearance　at　first　sight　inexplicable。　The　young

sceptic　went　up　to　this　so…called　talisman；　which　was　to　rescue　him

from　all　points　of　view；　and　he　soon　found　out　the　cause　of　its

singular　brilliancy。　The　dark　grain　of　the　leather　had　been　so

carefully　burnished　and　polished；　the　striped　markings　of　the　graining

were　so　sharp　and　clear；　that　every　particle　of　the　surface　of　the　bit

of　Oriental　leather　was　in　itself　a　focus　which　concentrated　the

light；　and　reflected　it　vividly。



He　accounted　for　this　phenomenon　categorically　to　the　old　man；　who

only　smiled　meaningly　by　way　of　answer。　His　superior　smile　led　the

young　scientific　man　to　fancy　that　he　himself　had　been　deceived　by

some　imposture。　He　had　no　wish　to　carry　one　more　puzzle　to　his　grave；

and　hastily　turned　the　skin　over；　like　some　child　eager　to　find　out

the　mysteries　of　a　new　toy。



〃Ah；〃　he　cried；　〃here　is　the　mark　of　the　seal　which　they　call　in　the

East　the　Signet　of　Solomon。〃



〃So　you　know　that；　then？〃　asked　the　merchant。　His　peculiar　method　of

laughter；　two　or　three　quick　breathings　through　the　nostrils；　said

more　than　any　words　however　eloquent。



〃Is　there　anybody　in　the　world　simple　enough　to　believe　in　that　idle

fancy？〃　said　the　young　man；　nettled　by　the　spitefulness　of　the　silent

chuckle。　〃Don't　you　know；〃　he　continued；　〃that　the　superstitions　of

the　East　have　perpetuated　the　mystical　form　and　the　counterfeit

characters　of　the　symbol；　which　represents　a　mythical　dominion？　I　have

no　more　laid　myself　open　to　a　charge　of　credulity　in　this　case；　than

if　I　had　mentioned　sphinxes　or　griffins；　whose　existence　mythology　in

a　manner　admits。〃




〃As　you　are　an　Orientalist；〃　replied　the　other；　〃perhaps　you　can　read

that　sentence。〃



He　held　the　lamp　close　to　the　talisman；　which　the　young　man　held

towards　him；　and　pointed　out　some　characters　inlaid　in　the　surface　of

the　wonderful　skin；　as　if　they　had　grown　on　the　animal　to　which　it

once　belonged。



〃I　must　admit；〃　said　the　stranger；　〃that　I　have　no　idea　how　the

letters　could　be　engraved　so　deeply　on　the　skin　of　a　wild　ass。〃　And　he

turned　quickly　to　the　tables　strewn　with　curiosities　and　seemed　to

look　for　something。



〃What　is　it　that　you　want？〃　asked　the　old　man。



〃Something　that　will　cut　the　leather；　so　that　I　can　see　whether　the

letters　are　printed　or　inlaid。〃



The　old　man　held　out　his　stiletto。　The　stranger　took　it　and　tried　to

cut　the　skin　above　the　lettering；　but　when　he　had　removed　a　thin

shaving　of　leather　from　them；　the　characters　still　appeared　below；　so

clear　and　so　exactly　like　the　surface　impression；　that　for　a　moment　he

was　not　sure　that　he　had　cut　anything　away　after　all。



〃The　craftsmen　of　the　Levant　have　secrets　known　only　to　themselves；〃

he　said；　half　in　vexation；　as　he　eyed　the　characters　of　this　Oriental

sentence。



〃Yes；〃　said　the　old　man；　〃it　is　better　to　attribute　it　to　man's　agency

than　to　God's。〃



The　mysterious　words　were　thus　arranged：



＇Drawing　of　apparently　Sanskrit　characters　omitted＇



Or；　as　it　runs　in　English：



POSSESSING　ME　THOU　SHALT　POSSESS　ALL　THINGS。

BUT　THY　LIFE　IS　MINE；　FOR　GOD　HAS　SO　WILLED　IT。

WISH；　AND　THY　WISHES　SHALL　BE　FULFILLED；

BUT　MEASURE　THY　DESIRES；　ACCORDING

TO　THE　LIFE　THAT　IS　IN　THEE。

THIS　IS　THY　LIFE；

WITH　EACH　WISH　I　MUST　SHRINK

EVEN　AS　THY　OWN　DAYS。

WILT　THOU　HAVE　ME？　　TAKE　ME。

GOD　WILL　HEARKEN　UNTO　THEE。

SO　BE　IT！



〃So　you　read　Sanskrit　fluently；〃　said　the　old　man。　〃You　have　been　in

Persia　perhaps；　or　in　Bengal？〃



〃No；　sir；〃　said　the　stranger；　as　he　felt　the　emblematical　skin

curiously。　It　was　almost　as　rigid　as　a　sheet　of　metal。



The　old　merchant　set　the　lamp　back　again　upon　the　column；　giving　the

other　a　look　as　he　did　so。　〃He　has　given　up　the　notion　of　dying

already；〃　the　glance　said　with　phlegmatic　irony。



〃Is　it　a　jest；　or　is　it　an　enigma？〃　asked　the　younger　man。



The　other　shook　his　head　and　said　soberly：



〃I　don't　know　how　to　answer　you。　I　have　offe