Demonology and Witchcraft
Demonology and WitchcraftINTRODUCTION.LETTER I.LETTER II.LETTER III.LETTER IV.LETTER V.LETTER VI.LETTER VII.LETTER VIII.LETTER IX.LETTER X.Copyright
Demonology and Witchcraft
Walter Scott
INTRODUCTION.
Sir Walter Scott's "Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft"
were his contribution to a series of books, published by John
Murray, which appeared between the years 1829 and 1847, and formed
a collection of eighty volumes known as "Murray's Family Library."
The series was planned to secure a wide diffusion of good
literature in cheap five-shilling volumes, and Scott's "Letters,"
written and published in 1830, formed one of the earlier books in
the collection.The Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge had been
founded in the autumn of 1826, and Charles Knight, who had then
conceived a plan of a National Library, was entrusted, in July,
1827, with the superintendence of its publications. Its first
treatises appeared in sixpenny numbers, once a fortnight. Its
"British Almanac" and "Companion to the Almanac" first appeared at
the beginning of 1829. Charles Knight started also in that year his
own "Library of Entertaining Knowledge." John Murray's "Family
Library" was then begun, and in the spring of 1832—the year of the
Reform Bill—the advance of civilization by the diffusion of good
literature, through cheap journals as well as cheap books, was
sought by the establishment of "Chambers's Edinburgh Journal" in
the North, and in London of "The Penny Magazine."In the autumn of that year, 1832, on the 21st of September,
Sir Walter Scott died. The first warning of death had come to him
in February, 1830, with a stroke of apoplexy. He had been visited
by an old friend who brought him memoirs of her father, which he
had promised to revise for the press. He seemed for half an hour to
be bending over the papers at his desk, and reading them; then he
rose, staggered into the drawing-room, and fell, remaining
speechless until he had been bled. Dieted for weeks on pulse and
water, he so far recovered that to friends outside his family but
little change in him was visible. In that condition, in the month
after his seizure, he was writing these Letters, and also a fourth
series of the "Tales of a Grandfather." The slight softening of the
brain found after death had then begun. But the old delight in
anecdote and skill in story-telling that, at the beginning of his
career, had caused a critic of his "Border Minstrelsy" to say that
it contained the germs of a hundred romances, yet survived. It gave
to Scott's "Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft" what is for us
now a pathetic charm. Here and there some slight confusion of
thought or style represents the flickering of a light that flashes
yet with its old brilliancy. There is not yet the manifest
suggestion of the loss of power that we find presently afterwards
in "Count Robert of Paris" and "Castle Dangerous," published in
1831 as the Fourth Series of "Tales of My Landlord," with which he
closed his life's work at the age of sixty.Milton has said that he who would not be frustrate of his
hope to write well in laudable things, ought himself to be a true
poem. Scott's life was a true poem, of which the music entered into
all he wrote. If in his earlier days the consciousness of an
unlimited productive power tempted him to make haste to be rich,
that he might work out, as founder of a family, an ideal of life
touched by his own genius of romance, there was not in his desire
for gain one touch of sordid greed, and his ideal of life only
brought him closer home to all its duties. Sir Walter Scott's good
sense, as Lord Cockburn said, was a more wonderful gift than his
genius. When the mistake of a trade connection with James
Ballantyne brought ruin to him in 1826, he repudiated bankruptcy,
took on himself the burden of a debt of £130,000, and sacrificed
his life to the successful endeavour to pay off all. What was left
unpaid at his death was cleared afterwards by the success of his
annotated edition of his novels. No tale of physical strife in the
battlefield could be as heroic as the story of the close of Scott's
life, with five years of a death-struggle against adversity,
animated by the truest sense of honour. When the ruin was impending
he wrote in his diary, "If things go badly in London, the magic
wand of the Unknown will be shivered in his grasp. The feast of
fancy will be over with the feeling of independence. He shall no
longer have the delight of waking in the morning with bright ideas
in his mind, hasten to commit them to paper, and count them
monthly, as the means of planting such scaurs and purchasing such
wastes; replacing dreams of fiction by other prospective visions of
walks by'Fountain-heads, and pathless groves; Places which pale passion loves.'This cannot be; but I may work substantial husbandry—i.e.write history, and such concerns."
It was under pressure of calamity like this that Sir Walter Scott
was compelled to make himself known as the author of "Waverley."
Closely upon this followed the death of his wife, his thirty years'
companion. "I have been to her room," he wrote in May, 1826; "there
was no voice in it—no stirring; the pressure of the coffin was
visible on the bed, but it had been removed elsewhere; all was neat
as she loved it, but all was calm—calm as death. I remembered the
last sight of her: she raised herself in bed, and tried to turn her
eyes after me, and said with a sort of smile, 'You have all such
melancholy faces.' These were the last words I ever heard her
utter, and I hurried away, for she did not seem quite conscious of
what she said; when I returned, immediately departing, she was in a
deep sleep. It is deeper now. This was but seven days since. They
are arranging the chamber of death—that which was long the
apartment of connubial happiness, and of whose arrangement (better
than in richer houses) she was so proud. They are treading fast and
thick. For weeks you could have heard a footfall. Oh, my
God!"A few years yet of his own battle, while the shadows of night
and death were gathering about him, and they were re-united. In
these "Letters upon Demonology and Witchcraft," addressed to his
son-in-law, written under the first grasp of death, the old
kindliness and good sense, joined to the old charm in
story-telling, stand firm yet against every assault; and even in
the decay that followed, when the powers were broken of the mind
that had breathed, and is still breathing, its own health into the
minds of tens of thousands of his countrymen, nothing could break
the fine spirit of love and honour that was in him. When the end
was very near, and the son-in-law to whom these Letters were
addressed found him one morning entirely himself, though in the
last extreme of feebleness: his eye was clear and calm—every trace
of the wild fire of delirium was extinguished: "Lockhart," he said,
"I may have but a minute to speak to you. My dear, be a good man—be
virtuous, be religious—be a good man. Nothing else will give you
any comfort when you come to lie here."Another volume of this Library may give occasion to recall
Scott in the noontide of his strength, companion of"The blameless Muse who trains her sons For hope and calm enjoyment."Here we remember only how from among dark clouds the last
light of his genius shone on the path of those who were
endeavouring to make the daily bread of intellectual life—good
books—common to all.
LETTER I.
Origin of the general Opinions respecting Demonology among
Mankind—The Belief in the Immortality of the Soul is the main
inducement to credit its occasional re-appearance—The Philosophical
Objections to the Apparition of an Abstract Spirit little
understood by the Vulgar and Ignorant—The situations of excited
Passion incident to Humanity, which teach Men to wish or apprehend
Supernatural Apparitions—They are often presented by the Sleeping
Sense—Story of Somnambulism—The Influence of Credulity contagious,
so that Individuals will trust the Evidence of others in despite of
their own Senses—Examples from the "Historia Verdadera" of Bernal
Dias del Castillo, and from the Works of Patrick Walker—The
apparent Evidence of Intercourse with the Supernatural World is
sometimes owing to a depraved State of the bodily Organs—Difference
between this Disorder and Insanity, in which the Organs retain
their tone, though that of the Mind is lost—Rebellion of the Senses
of a Lunatic against the current of his Reveries—Narratives of a
contrary Nature, in which the Evidence of the Eyes overbore the
Conviction of the Understanding—Example of a London Man of
Pleasure—Of Nicolai, the German Bookseller and Philosopher—Of a
Patient of Dr. Gregory—Of an Eminent Scottish Lawyer, deceased—Of
this same fallacious Disorder are other instances, which have but
sudden and momentary endurance—Apparition of Maupertuis—Of a late
illustrious modern Poet—The Cases quoted chiefly relating to false
Impressions on the Visual Nerve, those upon the Ear next
considered—Delusions of the Touch chiefly experienced in
Sleep—Delusions of the Taste—And of the Smelling—Sum of the
Argument.You have asked of me, my dear friend, that I should assist
the "Family Library" with the history of a dark chapter in human
nature, which the increasing civilization of all well-instructed
countries has now almost blotted out, though the subject attracted
no ordinary degree of consideration in the older times of their
history.Among much reading of my earlier days, it is no doubt true
that I travelled a good deal in the twilight regions of
superstitious disquisitions. Many hours have I lost—"I would their
debt were less!"—in examining old as well as more recent narratives
of this character, and even in looking into some of the criminal
trials so frequent in early days, upon a subject which our fathers
considered as a matter of the last importance. And, of late years,
the very curious extracts published by Mr. Pitcairn, from the
Criminal Records of Scotland, are, besides their historical value,
of a nature so much calculated to illustrate the credulity of our
ancestors on such subjects, that, by perusing them, I have been
induced more recently to recall what I had read and thought upon
the subject at a former period.As, however, my information is only miscellaneous, and I make
no pretensions, either to combat the systems of those by whom I am
anticipated in consideration of the subject, or to erect any new
one of my own, my purpose is, after a general account of Demonology
and Witchcraft, to confine myself to narratives of remarkable
cases, and to the observations which naturally and easily arise out
of them;—in the confidence that such a plan is, at the present time
of day, more likely to suit the pages of a popular miscellany, than
an attempt to reduce the contents of many hundred tomes, from the
largest to the smallest size, into an abridgement, which, however
compressed, must remain greatly too large for the reader's powers
of patience.A few general remarks on the nature of Demonology, and the
original cause of the almost universal belief in communication
betwixt mortals and beings of a power superior to themselves, and
of a nature not to be comprehended by human organs, are a necessary
introduction to the subject.The general, or, it may be termed, the universal belief of
the inhabitants of the earth, in the existence of spirits separated
from the encumbrance and incapacities of the body, is grounded on
the consciousness of the divinity that speaks in our bosoms, and
demonstrates to all men, except the few who are hardened to the
celestial voice, that there is within us a portion of the divine
substance, which is not subject to the law of death and
dissolution, but which, when the body is no longer fit for its
abode, shall seek its own place, as a sentinel dismissed from his
post. Unaided by revelation, it cannot be hoped that mere earthly
reason should be able to form any rational or precise conjecture
concerning the destination of the soul when parted from the body;
but the conviction that such an indestructible essence exists, the
belief expressed by the poet in a different sense,Non omnis moriarmust infer the
existence of many millions of spirits who have not been
annihilated, though they have become invisible to mortals who still
see, hear, and perceive, only by means of the imperfect organs of
humanity. Probability may lead some of the most reflecting to
anticipate a state of future rewards and punishments; as those
experienced in the education of the deaf and dumb find that their
pupils, even while cut off from all instruction by ordinary means,
have been able to form, out of their own unassisted conjectures,
some ideas of the existence of a Deity, and of the distinction
between the soul and body—a circumstance which proves how naturally
these truths arise in the human mind. The principle that they do so
arise, being taught or communicated, leads to further
conclusions.These spirits, in a state of separate existence, being
admitted to exist, are not, it may be supposed, indifferent to the
affairs of mortality, perhaps not incapable of influencing them. It
is true that, in a more advanced state of society, the philosopher
may challenge the possibility of a separate appearance of a
disembodied spirit, unless in the case of a direct miracle, to
which, being a suspension of the laws of nature, directly wrought
by the Maker of these laws, for some express purpose, no bound or
restraint can possibly be assigned. But under this necessary
limitation and exception, philosophers might plausibly argue that,
when the soul is divorced from the body, it loses all those
qualities which made it, when clothed with a mortal shape, obvious
to the organs of its fellow-men. The abstract idea of a spirit
certainly implies that it has neither substance, form, shape,
voice, or anything which can render its presence visible or
sensible to human faculties. But these sceptic doubts of
philosophers on the possibility of the appearance of such separated
spirits, do not arise till a certain degree of information has
dawned upon a country, and even then only reach a very small
proportion of reflecting and better-informed members of society. To
the multitude, the indubitable fact, that so many millions of
spirits exist around and even amongst us, seems sufficient to
support the belief that they are, in certain instances at least, by
some means or other, able to communicate with the world of
humanity. The more numerous part of mankind cannot form in their
mind the idea of the spirit of the deceased existing, without
possessing or having the power to assume the appearance which their
acquaintance bore during his life, and do not push their researches
beyond this point.Enthusiastic feelings of an impressive and solemn nature
occur both in private and public life, which seem to add ocular
testimony to an intercourse betwixt earth and the world beyond it.
For example, the son who has been lately deprived of his father
feels a sudden crisis approach, in which he is anxious to have
recourse to his sagacious advice—or a bereaved husband earnestly
desires again to behold the form of which the grave has deprived
him for ever—or, to use a darker yet very common instance, the
wretched man who has dipped his hand in his fellow-creature's
blood, is haunted by the apprehension that the phantom of the slain
stands by the bedside of his murderer. In all or any of these
cases, who shall doubt that imagination, favoured by circumstances,
has power to summon up to the organ of sight, spectres which only
exist in the mind of those by whom their apparition seems to be
witnessed?If we add, that such a vision may take place in the course of
one of those lively dreams in which the patient, except in respect
to the single subject of one strong impression, is, or seems,
sensible of the real particulars of the scene around him, a state
of slumber which often occurs; if he is so far conscious, for
example, as to know that he is lying on his own bed, and surrounded
by his own familiar furniture at the time when the supposed
apparition is manifested, it becomes almost in vain to argue with
the visionary against the reality of his dream, since the spectre,
though itself purely fanciful, is inserted amidst so many
circumstances which he feels must be true beyond the reach of doubt
or question. That which is undeniably certain becomes, in a manner,
a warrant for the reality of the appearance to which doubt would
have been otherwise attached. And if any event, such as the death
of the person dreamt of, chances to take place, so as to correspond
with the nature and the time of the apparition, the coincidence,
though one which must be frequent, since our dreams usually refer
to the accomplishment of that which haunts our minds when awake,
and often presage the most probable events, seems perfect, and the
chain of circumstances touching the evidence may not unreasonably
be considered as complete. Such a concatenation, we repeat, must
frequently take place, when it is considered of what stuff dreams
are made—how naturally they turn upon those who occupy our mind
while awake, and, when a soldier is exposed to death in battle,
when a sailor is incurring the dangers of the sea, when a beloved
wife or relative is attacked by disease, how readily our sleeping
imagination rushes to the very point of alarm, which when waking it
had shuddered to anticipate. The number of instances in which such
lively dreams have been quoted, and both asserted and received as
spiritual communications, is very great at all periods; in ignorant
times, where the natural cause of dreaming is misapprehended and
confused with an idea of mysticism, it is much greater. Yet,
perhaps, considering the many thousands of dreams which must, night
after night, pass through the imagination of individuals, the
number of coincidences between the vision and real event are fewer
and less remarkable than a fair calculation of chances would
warrant us to expect. But in countries where such presaging dreams
are subjects of attention, the number of those which seemed to be
coupled with the corresponding issue, is large enough to spread a
very general belief of a positive communication betwixt the living
and the dead.Somnambulism and other nocturnal deceptions frequently lend
their aid to the formation of suchphantasmataas are formed in this
middle state, betwixt sleeping and waking. A most respectable
person, whose active life had been spent as master and part owner
of a large merchant vessel in the Lisbon trade, gave the writer an
account of such an instance which came under his observation. He
was lying in the Tagus, when he was put to great anxiety and alarm
by the following incident and its consequences. One of his crew was
murdered by a Portuguese assassin, and a report arose that the
ghost of the slain man haunted the vessel. Sailors are generally
superstitious, and those of my friend's vessel became unwilling to
remain on board the ship; and it was probable they might desert
rather then return to England with the ghost for a passenger. To
prevent so great a calamity, the captain determined to examine the
story to the bottom. He soon found that, though all pretended to
have seen lights and heard noises, and so forth, the weight of the
evidence lay upon the statement of one of his own mates, an
Irishman and a Catholic, which might increase his tendency to
superstition, but in other respects a veracious, honest, and
sensible person, whom Captain ——had no reason to suspect would
wilfully deceive him. He affirmed to Captain S—— with the deepest
obtestations, that the spectre of the murdered man appeared to him
almost nightly, took him from his place in the vessel, and,
according to his own expression, worried his life out. He made
these communications with a degree of horror which intimated the
reality of his distress and apprehensions. The captain, without any
argument at the time, privately resolved to watch the motions of
the ghost-seer in the night; whether alone, or with a witness, I
have forgotten. As the ship bell struck twelve, the sleeper started
up, with a ghastly and disturbed countenance, and lighting a
candle, proceeded to the galley or cook-room of the vessel. He sate
down with his eyes open, staring before him as on some terrible
object which he beheld with horror, yet from which he could not
withhold his eyes. After a short space he arose, took up a tin can
or decanter, filled it with water, muttering to himself all the
while—mixed salt in the water, and sprinkled it about the galley.
Finally, he sighed deeply, like one relieved from a heavy burden,
and, returning to his hammock, slept soundly. In the next morning
the haunted man told the usual precise story of his apparition,
with the additional circumstances, that the ghost had led him to
the galley, but that he had fortunately, he knew not how, obtained
possession of some holy water, and succeeded in getting rid of his
unwelcome visitor. The visionary was then informed of the real
transactions of the night, with so many particulars as to satisfy
him he had been the dupe of his imagination; he acquiesced in his
commander's reasoning, and the dream, as often happens in these
cases, returned no more after its imposture had been detected. In
this case, we find the excited imagination acting upon the
half-waking senses, which were intelligent enough for the purpose
of making him sensible where he was, but not sufficiently so to
judge truly of the objects before him.But it is not only private life alone, or that tenor of
thought which has been depressed into melancholy by gloomy
anticipations respecting the future, which disposes the mind to
mid-day fantasies, or to nightly apparitions—a state of eager
anxiety, or excited exertion, is equally favourable to the
indulgence of such supernatural communications. The anticipation of
a dubious battle, with all the doubt and uncertainty of its event,
and the conviction that it must involve his own fate and that of
his country, was powerful enough to conjure up to the anxious eye
of Brutus the spectre of his murdered friend Cæsar, respecting
whose death he perhaps thought himself less justified than at the
Ides of March, since, instead of having achieved the freedom of
Rome, the event had only been the renewal of civil wars, and the
issue might appear most likely to conclude in the total subjection
of liberty. It is not miraculous that the masculine spirit of
Marcus Brutus, surrounded by darkness and solitude, distracted
probably by recollection of the kindness and favour of the great
individual whom he had put to death to avenge the wrongs of his
country, though by the slaughter of his own friend, should at
length place before his eyes in person the appearance which termed
itself his evil genius, and promised again to meet him at Philippi.
Brutus' own intentions, and his knowledge of the military art, had
probably long since assured him that the decision of the civil war
must take place at or near that place; and, allowing that his own
imagination supplied that part of his dialogue with the spectre,
there is nothing else which might not be fashioned in a vivid dream
or a waking reverie, approaching, in absorbing and engrossing
character, the usual matter of which dreams consist. That Brutus,
well acquainted with the opinions of the Platonists, should be
disposed to receive without doubt the idea that he had seen a real
apparition, and was not likely to scrutinize very minutely the
supposed vision, may be naturally conceived; and it is also natural
to think, that although no one saw the figure but himself, his
contemporaries were little disposed to examine the testimony of a
man so eminent, by the strict rules of cross-examination and
conflicting evidence, which they might have thought applicable to
another person, and a less dignified occasion.Even in the field of death, and amid the mortal tug of combat
itself, strong belief has wrought the same wonder, which we have
hitherto mentioned as occurring in solitude and amid darkness; and
those who were themselves on the verge of the world of spirits, or
employed in dispatching others to these gloomy regions, conceived
they beheld the apparitions of those beings whom their national
mythology associated with such scenes. In such moments of undecided
battle, amid the violence, hurry, and confusion of ideas incident
to the situation, the ancients supposed that they saw their
deities, Castor and Pollux, fighting in the van for their
encouragement; the heathen Scandinavian beheld the Choosers of the
slain; and the Catholics were no less easily led to recognize the
warlike Saint George or Saint James in the very front of the
strife, showing them the way to conquest. Such apparitions being
generally visible to a multitude, have in all times been supported
by the greatest strength of testimony. When the common feeling of
danger, and the animating burst of enthusiasm, act on the feelings
of many men at once, their minds hold a natural correspondence with
each other, as it is said is the case with stringed instruments
tuned to the same pitch, of which, when one is played, the chords
of the others are supposed to vibrate in unison with the tones
produced. If an artful or enthusiastic individual exclaims, in the
heat of action, that he perceives an apparition of the romantic
kind which has been intimated, his companions catch at the idea
with emulation, and most are willing to sacrifice the conviction of
their own senses, rather than allow that they did not witness the
same favourable emblem, from which all draw confidence and hope.
One warrior catches the idea from another; all are alike eager to
acknowledge the present miracle, and the battle is won before the
mistake is discovered. In such cases, the number of persons
present, which would otherwise lead to detection of the fallacy,
becomes the means of strengthening it.Of this disposition, to see as much of the supernatural as is
seen by others around, or, in other words, to trust to the eyes of
others rather than to our own, we may take the liberty to quote two
remarkable instances.The first is from the "Historia Verdadera" of Don Bernal Dias
del Castillo, one of the companions of the celebrated Cortez in his
Mexican conquest. After having given an account of a great victory
over extreme odds, he mentions the report inserted in the
contemporary Chronicle of Gomara, that Saint Iago had appeared on a
white horse in van of the combat, and led on his beloved Spaniards
to victory. It is very curious to observe the Castilian cavalier's
internal conviction that the rumour arose out of a mistake, the
cause of which he explains from his own observation; whilst, at the
same time, he does not venture to disown the miracle. The honest
Conquestador owns that he himself did not see this animating
vision; nay, that he beheld an individual cavalier, named Francisco
de Morla, mounted on a chestnut horse, and fighting strenuously in
the very place where Saint James is said to have appeared. But
instead of proceeding to draw the necessary inference, the devout
Conquestador exclaims—"Sinner that I am, what am I that I should
have beheld the blessed apostle!"The other instance of the infectious character of
superstition occurs in a Scottish book, and there can be little
doubt that it refers, in its first origin, to some uncommon
appearance of the aurora borealis, or the northern lights, which do
not appear to have been seen in Scotland so frequently as to be
accounted a common and familiar atmospherical phenomenon, until the
beginning of the eighteenth century. The passage is striking and
curious, for the narrator, Peter Walker, though an enthusiast, was
a man of credit, and does not even affect to have seen the wonders,
the reality of which he unscrupulously adopts on the testimony of
others, to whose eyes he trusted rather than to his own. The
conversion of the sceptical gentleman of whom he speaks is highly
illustrative of popular credulity carried away into enthusiasm, or
into imposture, by the evidence of those around, and at once shows
the imperfection of such a general testimony, and the ease with
which it is procured, since the general excitement of the moment
impels even the more cold-blooded and judicious persons present to
catch up the ideas and echo the exclamations of the majority, who,
from the first, had considered the heavenly phenomenon as a
supernatural weapon-schaw, held for the purpose of a sign and
warning of civil wars to come."In the year 1686, in the months of June and July," says the
honest chronicler, "many yet alive can witness that about the
Crossford Boat, two miles beneath Lanark, especially at the Mains,
on the water of Clyde, many people gathered together for several
afternoons, where there were showers of bonnets, hats, guns, and
swords, which covered the trees and the ground; companies of men in
arms marching in order upon the waterside; companies meeting
companies, going all through other, and then all falling to the
ground and disappearing; other companies immediately appeared,
marching the same way. I went there three afternoons together, and,
as I observed, there were two-thirds of the people that were
together saw, and a third that saw not; and,though I could see nothing, there was
such a fright and trembling on those that did see, that was
discernible to all from those that saw not. There was a gentleman
standing next to me who spoke as too many gentlemen and others
speak, who said, 'A pack of damned witches and warlocks that have
the second sight! the devil ha't do I see;' and immediately there
was a discernible change in his countenance. With as much fear and
trembling as any woman I saw there, he called out, 'All you that do
not see, say nothing; for I persuade you it is matter of fact, and
discernible to all that is not stone-blind.' And those who did see
told what works (i.e., locks)
the guns had, and their length and wideness, and what handles the
swords had, whether small or three-barr'd, or Highland guards, and
the closing knots of the bonnets, black or blue; and those who did
see them there, whenever they went abroad, saw a bonnet and a sword
drop in the way."[1][Footnote 1: Walker's "Lives," Edinburgh, 1827, vol. i. p.
xxxvi. It is evident that honest Peter believed in the apparition
of this martial gear on the principle of Partridge's terror for the
ghost of Hamlet—not that he was afraid himself, but because Garrick
showed such evident marks of terror.]This singular phenomenon, in which a multitude believed,
although only two-thirds of them saw what must, if real, have been
equally obvious to all, may be compared with the exploit of the
humourist, who planted himself in an attitude of astonishment, with
his eyes riveted on the well-known bronze lion that graces the
front of Northumberland House in the Strand, and having attracted
the attention of those who looked at him by muttering, "By heaven
it wags! it wags again!" contrived in a few minutes to blockade the
whole street with an immense crowd, some conceiving that they had
absolutely seen the lion of Percy wag his tail, others expecting'
to witness the same phenomenon.On such occasions as we have hitherto mentioned, we have
supposed that the ghost-seer has been in full possession of his
ordinary powers of perception, unless in the case of dreamers, in
whom they may have been obscured by temporary slumber, and the
possibility of correcting vagaries of the imagination rendered more
difficult by want of the ordinary appeal to the evidence of the
bodily senses. In other respects their blood beat temperately, they
possessed the ordinary capacity of ascertaining the truth or
discerning the falsehood of external appearances by an appeal to
the organ of sight. Unfortunately, however, as is now universally
known and admitted, there certainly exists more than one disorder
known to professional men of which one important symptom is a
disposition to see apparitions.This frightful disorder is not properly insanity, although it
is somewhat allied to that most horrible of maladies, and may, in
many constitutions, be the means of bringing it on, and although
such hallucinations are proper to both. The difference I conceive
to be that, in cases of insanity, the mind of the patient is
principally affected, while the senses, or organic system, offer in
vain to the lunatic their decided testimony against the fantasy of
a deranged imagination. Perhaps the nature of this
collision—between a disturbed imagination and organs of sense
possessed of their usual accuracy—cannot be better described than
in the embarrassment expressed by an insane patient confined in the
Infirmary of Edinburgh. The poor man's malady had taken a gay turn.
The house, in his idea, was his own, and he contrived to account
for all that seemed inconsistent with his imaginary right of
property—there were many patients in it, but that was owing to the
benevolence of his nature, which made him love to see the relief of
distress. He went little, or rather never abroad—but then his
habits were of a domestic and rather sedentary character. He did
not see much company—but he daily received visits from the first
characters in the renowned medical school of this city, and he
could not therefore be much in want of society. With so many
supposed comforts around him—with so many visions of wealth and
splendour—one thing alone disturbed the peace of the poor optimist,
and would indeed have confounded mostbons
vivants. "He was curious," he said, "in his
table, choice in his selection of cooks, had every day a dinner of
three regular courses and a dessert; and yet, somehow or other,
everything he eattasted of porridge." This dilemma could be no great wonder to the friend to
whom the poor patient communicated it, who knew the lunatic eat
nothing but this simple aliment at any of his meals. The case was
obvious. The disease lay in the extreme vivacity of the patient's
imagination, deluded in other instances, yet not absolutely
powerful enough to contend with the honest evidence of his stomach
and palate, which, like Lord Peter's brethren in "The Tale of a
Tub," were indignant at the attempt to impose boiled oatmeal upon
them, instead of such a banquet as Ude would have displayed when
peers were to partake of it. Here, therefore, is one instance of
actual insanity, in which the sense of taste controlled and
attempted to restrain the ideal hypothesis adopted by a deranged
imagination. But the disorder to which I previously alluded is
entirely of a bodily character, and consists principally in a
disease of the visual organs, which present to the patient a set of
spectres or appearances which have no actual existence. It is a
disease of the same nature which renders many men incapable of
distinguishing colours; only the patients go a step further, and
pervert the external form of objects. In their case, therefore,
contrary to that of the maniac, it is not the mind, or rather the
imagination, which imposes upon and overpowers the evidence of the
senses, but the sense of seeing (or hearing) which betrays its duty
and conveys false ideas to a sane intellect.More than one learned physician, who have given their
attestations to the existence of this most distressing complaint,
have agreed that it actually occurs, and is occasioned by different
causes. The most frequent source of the malady is in the dissipated
and intemperate habits of those who, by a continued series of
intoxication, become subject to what is popularly called the Blue
Devils, instances of which mental disorder may be known to most who
have lived for any period of their lives in society where hard
drinking was a common vice. The joyous visions suggested by
intoxication when the habit is first acquired, in time disappear,
and are supplied by frightful impressions and scenes, which destroy
the tranquillity of the unhappy debauchee. Apparitions of the most
unpleasant appearance are his companions in solitude, and intrude
even upon his hours of society: and when by an alteration of
habits, the mind is cleared of these frightful ideas, it requires
but the slightest renewal of the association to bring back the full
tide of misery upon the repentant libertine.Of this the following instance was told to the author by a
gentleman connected with the sufferer. A young man of fortune, who
had led what is called so gay a life as considerably to injure both
his health and fortune, was at length obliged to consult the
physician upon the means of restoring, at least, the former. One of
his principal complaints was the frequent presence of a set of
apparitions, resembling a band of figures dressed in green, who
performed in his drawing-room a singular dance, to which he was
compelled to bear witness, though he knew, to his great annoyance,
that the wholecorps de balletexisted only in his own imagination. His physician
immediately informed him that he had lived upon town too long and
too fast not to require an exchange to a more healthy and natural
course of life. He therefore prescribed a gentle course of
medicine, but earnestly recommended to his patient to retire to his
own house in the country, observe a temperate diet and early hours,
practising regular exercise, on the same principle avoiding
fatigue, and assured him that by doing so he might bid adieu to
black spirits and white, blue, green, and grey, with all their
trumpery. The patient observed the advice, and prospered. His
physician, after the interval of a month, received a grateful
letter from him, acknowledging the success of his regimen. The
greens goblins had disappeared, and with them the unpleasant train
of emotions to which their visits had given rise, and the patient
had ordered his town-house to be disfurnished and sold, while the
furniture was to be sent down to his residence in the country,
where he was determined in future to spend his life, without
exposing himself to the temptations of town. One would have
supposed this a well-devised scheme for health. But, alas! no
sooner had the furniture of the London drawing-room been placed in
order in the gallery of the old manor-house, than the former
delusion returned in full force: the greenfigurantés, whom the patient's
depraved imagination had so long associated with these moveables,
came capering and frisking to accompany them, exclaiming with great
glee, as if the sufferer should have been rejoiced to see them,
"Here we all are—here we all are!" The visionary, if I recollect
right, was so much shocked at their appearance, that he retired
abroad, in despair that any part of Britain could shelter him from
the daily persecution of this domestic ballet.There is reason to believe that such cases are numerous, and
that they may perhaps arise not only from the debility of stomach
brought on by excess in wine or spirits, which derangement often
sensibly affects the eyes and sense of sight, but also because the
mind becomes habitually predominated over by a train of fantastic
visions, the consequence of frequent intoxication; and is thus,
like a dislocated joint, apt again to go wrong, even when a
different cause occasions the derangement.It is easy to be supposed that habitual excitement by means
of any other intoxicating drug, as opium, or its various
substitutes, must expose those who practise the dangerous custom to
the same inconvenience. Very frequent use of the nitrous oxide
which affects the senses so strongly, and produces a short but
singular state of ecstasy, would probably be found to occasion this
species of disorder. But there are many other causes which medical
men find attended with the same symptom, of embodying before the
eyes of a patient imaginary illusions which are visible to no one
else. This persecution of spectral deceptions is also found to
exist when no excesses of the patient can be alleged as the cause,
owing, doubtless, to a deranged state of the blood or nervous
system.The learned and acute Dr. Ferriar of Manchester was the first
who brought before the English public the leading case, as it may
be called, in this department, namely, that of Mons. Nicolai, the
celebrated bookseller of Berlin. This gentleman was not a man
merely of books, but of letters, and had the moral courage to lay
before the Philosophical Society of Berlin an account of his own
sufferings, from having been, by disease, subjected to a series of
spectral illusions. The leading circumstances of this case may be
stated very shortly, as it has been repeatedly before the public,
and is insisted on by Dr. Ferriar, Dr. Hibbert, and others who have
assumed Demonology as a subject. Nicolai traces his illness
remotely to a series of disagreeable incidents which had happened
to him in the beginning of the year 1791. The depression of spirits
which was occasioned by these unpleasant occurrences, was aided by
the consequences of neglecting a course of periodical bleeding
which he had been accustomed to observe. This state of health
brought on the disposition to seephantasmata, who visited, or it may be
more properly said frequented, the apartments of the learned
bookseller, presenting crowds of persons who moved and acted before
him, nay, even spoke to and addressed him. These phantoms afforded
nothing unpleasant to the imagination of the visionary either in
sight or expression, and the patient was possessed of too much
firmness to be otherwise affected by their presence than with a
species of curiosity, as he remained convinced from the beginning
to the end of the disorder, that these singular effects were merely
symptoms of the state of his health, and did not in any other
respect regard them as a subject of apprehension. After a certain
time, and some use of medicine, the phantoms became less distinct
in their outline, less vivid in their colouring, faded, as it were,
on the eye of the patient, and at length totally
disappeared.The case of Nicolai has unquestionably been that of many
whose love of science has not been able to overcome their natural
reluctance to communicate to the public the particulars attending
the visitation of a disease so peculiar. That such illnesses have
been experienced, and have ended fatally, there can be no doubt;
though it is by no means to be inferred, that the symptom of
importance to our present discussion has, on all occasions, been
produced from the same identical cause.Dr. Hibbert, who has most ingeniously, as well as
philosophically, handled this subject, has treated it also in a
medical point of view, with science to which we make no pretence,
and a precision of detail to which our superficial investigation
affords us no room for extending ourselves.The visitation of spectral phenomena is described by this
learned gentleman as incidental to sundry complaints; and he
mentions, in particular, that the symptom occurs not only in
plethora, as in the case of the learned Prussian we have just
mentioned, but is a frequent hectic symptom—often an associate of
febrile and inflammatory disorders—frequently accompanying
inflammation of the brain—a concomitant also of highly excited
nervous irritability—equally connected with hypochondria—and
finally united in some cases with gout, and in others with the
effects of excitation produced by several gases. In all these cases
there seems to be a morbid degree of sensibility, with which this
symptom is ready to ally itself, and which, though inaccurate as a
medical definition, may be held sufficiently descriptive of one
character of the various kinds of disorder with which this painful
symptom may be found allied.A very singular and interesting illustration of such
combinations as Dr. Hibbert has recorded of the spectral illusion
with an actual disorder, and that of a dangerous kind, was
frequently related in society by the late learned and accomplished
Dr. Gregory of Edinburgh, and sometimes, I believe, quoted by him
in his lectures. The narrative, to the author's best recollection,
was as follows:—A patient of Dr. Gregory, a person, it is
understood, of some rank, having requested the doctor's advice,
made the following extraordinary statement of his complaint. "I am
in the habit," he said, "of dining at five, and exactly as the hour
of six arrives I am subjected to the following painful visitation.
The door of the room, even when I have been weak enough to bolt it,
which I have sometimes done, flies wide open; an old hag, like one
of those who haunted the heath of Forres, enters with a frowning
and incensed countenance, comes straight up to me with every
demonstration of spite and indignation which could characterize her
who haunted the merchant Abudah in the Oriental tale; she rushes
upon me, says something, but so hastily that I cannot discover the
purport, and then strikes me a severe blow with her staff. I fall
from my chair in a swoon, which is of longer or shorter endurance.
To the recurrence of this apparition I am daily subjected. And such
is my new and singular complaint." The doctor immediately asked
whether his patient had invited any one to sit with him when he
expected such a visitation. He was answered in the negative. The
nature of the complaint, he said, was so singular, it was so likely
to be imputed to fancy, or even to mental derangement, that he had
shrunk from communicating the circumstance to any one. "Then," said
the doctor, "with your permission, I will dine with you
to-day,téte-à-téte, and we
will see if your malignant old woman will venture to join our
company." The patient accepted the proposal with hope and
gratitude, for he had expected ridicule rather than sympathy. They
met at dinner, and Dr. Gregory, who suspected some nervous
disorder, exerted his powers of conversation, well known to be of
the most varied and brilliant character, to keep the attention of
his host engaged, and prevent him from thinking on the approach of
the fated hour, to which he was accustomed to look forward with so
much terror. He succeeded in his purpose better than he had hoped.
The hour of six came almost unnoticed, and it was hoped might pass
away without any evil consequence; but it was scarce a moment
struck when the owner of the house exclaimed, in an alarmed voice,
"The hag comes again!" and dropped back in his chair in a swoon, in
the way he had himself described. The physician caused him to be
let blood, and satisfied himself that the periodical shocks of
which his patient complained arose from a tendency to
apoplexy.The phantom with the crutch was only a species of machinery,
such as that with which fancy is found to supply the disorder
calledEphialtes, or nightmare,
or indeed any other external impression upon our organs in sleep,
which the patient's morbid imagination may introduce into the dream
preceding the swoon. In the nightmare an oppression and suffocation
is felt, and our fancy instantly conjures up a spectre to lie on
our bosom. In like manner it may be remarked, that any sudden noise
which the slumberer hears, without being actually awakened by
it—any casual touch of his person occurring in the same
manner—becomes instantly adopted in his dream, and accommodated to
the tenor of the current train of thought, whatever that may happen
to be; and nothing is more remarkable than the rapidity with which
imagination supplies a complete explanation of the interruption,
according to the previous train of ideas expressed in the dream,
even when scarce a moment of time is allowed for that purpose. In
dreaming, for example, of a duel, the external sound becomes, in
the twinkling of an eye, the discharge of the combatants'
pistols;—is an orator haranguing in his sleep, the sound becomes
the applause of his supposed audience;—is the dreamer wandering
among supposed ruins, the noise is that of the fall of some part of
the mass. In short, an explanatory system is adopted during sleep
with such extreme rapidity, that supposing the intruding alarm to
have been the first call of some person to awaken the slumberer,
the explanation, though requiring some process of argument or
deduction, is usually formed and perfect before the second effort
of the speaker has restored the dreamer to the waking world and its
realities. So rapid and intuitive is the succession of ideas in
sleep, as to remind us of the vision of the prophet Mahommed, in
which he saw the whole wonders of heaven and hell, though the jar
of water which fell when his ecstasy commenced, had not spilled its
contents when he returned to ordinary existence.A second, and equally remarkable instance, was communicated
to the author by the medical man under whose observation it fell,
but who was, of course, desirous to keep private the name of the
hero of so singular a history. Of the friend by whom the facts were
attested I can only say, that if I found myself at liberty to name
him, the rank which he holds in his profession, as well as his
attainments in science and philosophy, form an undisputed claim to
the most implicit credit.It was the fortune of this gentleman to be called in to
attend the illness of a person now long deceased, who in his
lifetime stood, as I understand, high in a particular department of
the law, which often placed the property of others at his
discretion and control, and whose conduct, therefore, being open to
public observation, he had for many years borne the character of a
man of unusual steadiness, good sense, and integrity. He was, at
the time of my friend's visits, confined principally to his
sick-room, sometimes to bed, yet occasionally attending to
business, and exerting his mind, apparently with all its usual
strength and energy, to the conduct of important affairs intrusted
to him; nor did there, to a superficial observer, appear anything
in his conduct, while so engaged, that could argue vacillation of
intellect, or depression of mind. His outward symptoms of malady
argued no acute or alarming disease. But slowness of pulse, absence
of appetite, difficulty of digestion, and constant depression of
spirits, seemed to draw their origin from some hidden cause, which
the patient was determined to conceal. The deep gloom of the
unfortunate gentleman—the embarrassment, which he could not conceal
from his friendly physician—the briefness and obvious constraint
with which he answered the interrogations of his medical adviser,
induced my friend to take other methods for prosecuting his
inquiries. He applied to the sufferer's family, to learn, if
possible, the source of that secret grief which was gnawing the
heart and sucking the life-blood of his unfortunate patient. The
persons applied to, after conversing together previously, denied
all knowledge of any cause for the burden which obviously affected
their relative. So far as they knew—and they thought they could
hardly be deceived—his worldly affairs were prosperous; no family
loss had occurred which could be followed with such persevering
distress; no entanglements of affection could be supposed to apply
to his age, and no sensation of severe remorse could be consistent
with his character. The medical gentleman had finally recourse to
serious argument with the invalid himself, and urged to him the
folly of devoting himself to a lingering and melancholy death,
rather than tell the subject of affliction which was thus wasting
him. He specially pressed upon him the injury which he was doing to
his own character, by suffering it to be inferred that the secret
cause of his dejection and its consequences was something too
scandalous or flagitious to be made known, bequeathing in this
manner to his family a suspected and dishonoured name, and leaving
a memory with which might be associated the idea of guilt, which
the criminal had died without confessing. The patient, more moved
by this species of appeal than by any which had yet been urged,
expressed his desire to speak out frankly to Dr.——. Every one else
was removed, and the door of the sick-room made secure, when he
began his confession in the following manner:—"You cannot, my dear friend, be more conscious than I, that I
am in the course of dying under the oppression of the fatal disease
which consumes my vital powers; but neither can you understand the
nature of my complaint, and manner in which it acts upon me, nor,
if you did, I fear, could your zeal and skill avail to rid me of
it."—"It is possible," said the physician, "that my skill may not
equal my wish of serving you; yet medical science has many
resources, of which those unacquainted with its powers never can
form an estimate. But until you plainly tell me your symptoms of
complaint, it is impossible for either of us to say what may or may
not be in my power, or within that of medicine."—"I may answer
you," replied the patient, "that my case is not a singular one,
since we read of it in the famous novel of Le Sage. You remember,
doubtless, the disease of which the Duke d'Olivarez is there stated
to have died?"—"Of the idea," answered the medical gentleman, "that
he was haunted by an apparition, to the actual existence of which
he gave no credit, but died, nevertheless, because he was overcome
and heart-broken by its imaginary presence."—"I, my dearest
doctor," said the sick man, "am in that very case; and so painful
and abhorrent is the presence of the persecuting vision, that my
reason is totally inadequate to combat the effects of my morbid
imagination, and I am sensible I am dying, a wasted victim to an
imaginary disease." The medical gentleman listened with anxiety to
his patient's statement, and for the present judiciously avoiding
any contradiction of the sick man's preconceived fancy, contented
himself with more minute inquiry into the nature of the apparition
with which he conceived himself haunted, and into the history of
the mode by which so singular a disease had made itself master of
his imagination, secured, as it seemed, by strong powers of the
understanding, against an attack so irregular. The sick person
replied by stating that its advances were gradual, and at first not
of a terrible or even disagreeable character. To illustrate this,
he gave the following account of the progress of his
disease:—"My visions," he said, "commenced two or three years since,
when I found myself from time to time embarrassed by the presence
of a large cat, which came and disappeared I could not exactly tell
how, till the truth was finally forced upon me, and I was compelled
to regard it as no domestic household cat, but as a bubble of the
elements, which had no existence save in my deranged visual organs
or depraved imagination. Still I had not that positive objection to
the animal entertained by a late gallant Highland chieftain, who
has been seen to change to all the colours of his own plaid if a
cat by accident happened to be in the room with him, even though he
did not see it. On the contrary, I am rather a friend to cats, and
endured with so much equanimity the presence of my imaginary
attendant, that it had become almost indifferent to me; when,
within the course of a few months, it gave place to, or was
succeeded by, a spectre of a more important sort, or which at least
had a more imposing appearance. This was no other than the
apparition of a gentleman-usher, dressed as if to wait upon a Lord
Lieutenant of Ireland, a Lord High Commissioner of the Kirk, or any
other who bears on his brow the rank and stamp of delegated
sovereignty."This personage, arrayed in a court dress, with bag and
sword, tamboured waistcoat, and chapeau-bras, glided beside me like
the ghost of Beau Nash; and, whether in my own house or in another,
ascended the stairs before me, as if to announce me in the
drawing-room, and at sometimes appeared to mingle with the company,
though it was sufficiently evident that they were not aware of his
presence, and that I alone was sensible of the visionary honours
which this imaginary being seemed desirous to render me. This freak
of the fancy did not produce much impression on me, though it led
me to entertain doubts on the nature of my disorder and alarm for
the effect it might produce on my intellects. But that modification
of my disease also had its appointed duration. After a few months
the phantom of the gentleman-usher was seen no more, but was
succeeded by one horrible to the sight and distressing to the
imagination, being no other than the image of death itself—the
apparition of askeleton. Alone
or in company," said the unfortunate invalid, "the presence of this
last phantom never quits me. I in vain tell myself a hundred times
over that it is no reality, but merely an image summoned up by the
morbid acuteness of my own excited imagination and deranged organs
of sight. But what avail such reflections, while the emblem at once
and presage of mortality is before my eyes, and while I feel
myself, though in fancy only, the companion of a phantom
representing a ghastly inhabitant of the grave, even while I yet
breathe on the earth? Science, philosophy, even religion, has no
cure for such a disorder; and I feel too surely that I shall die
the victim to so melancholy a disease, although I have no belief
whatever in the reality of the phantom which it places before
me."The physician was distressed to perceive, from these details,
how strongly this visionary apparition was fixed in the imagination
of his patient. He ingeniously urged the sick man, who was then in
bed, with questions concerning the circumstances of the phantom's
appearance, trusting he might lead him, as a sensible man, into
such contradictions and inconsistencies as might bring his
common-sense, which seemed to be unimpaired, so strongly into the
field as might combat successfully the fantastic disorder which
produced such fatal effects. "This skeleton, then," said the
doctor, "seems to you to be always present to your eyes?" "It is my
fate, unhappily," answered the invalid, "always to see it." "Then I
understand," continued the physician, "it is now present to your
imagination?" "To my imagination it certainly is so," replied the
sick man. "And in what part of the chamber do you now conceive the
apparition to appear?" the physician inquired. "Immediately at the
foot of my bed. When the curtains are left a little open," answered
the invalid, "the skeleton, to my thinking, is placed between them,
and fills the vacant space." "You say you are sensible of the
delusion," said his friend; "have you firmness to convince yourself
of the truth of this? Can you take courage enough to rise and place
yourself in the spot so seeming to be occupied, and convince
yourself of the illusion?" The poor man sighed, and shook his head
negatively. "Well," said the doctor, "we will try the experiment
otherwise." Accordingly, he rose from his chair by the bedside, and
placing himself between the two half-drawn curtains at the foot of
the bed, indicated as the place occupied by the apparition, asked
if the spectre was still visible? "Not entirely so," replied the
patient, "because your person is betwixt him and me; but I observe
his skull peering above your shoulder."It is alleged the man of science started on the instant,
despite philosophy, on receiving an answer ascertaining, with such
minuteness, that the ideal spectre was close to his own person. He
resorted to other means of investigation and cure, but with equally
indifferent success. The patient sunk into deeper and deeper
dejection, and died in the same distress of mind in which he had
spent the latter months of his life; and his case remains a
melancholy instance of the power of imagination to kill the body,
even when its fantastic terrors cannot overcome the intellect, of
the unfortunate persons who suffer under them. The patient, in the
present case, sunk under his malady; and the circumstances of his
singular disorder remaining concealed, he did not, by his death and
last illness, lose any of his well-merited reputation for prudence
and sagacity which had attended him during the whole course of his
life.Having added these two remarkable instances to the general
train of similar facts quoted by Ferriar, Hibbert, and other
writers who have more recently considered the subject, there can,
we think, be little doubt of the proposition, that the external
organs may, from various causes, become so much deranged as to make
false representations to the mind; and that, in such cases, men, in
the literal sense, reallyseethe empty and false forms andhearthe ideal sounds which, in a more
primitive state of society, are naturally enough referred to the
action of demons or disembodied spirits. In such unhappy cases the
patient is intellectually in the condition of a general whose spies
have been bribed by the enemy, and who must engage himself in the
difficult and delicate task of examining and correcting, by his own
powers of argument, the probability of the reports which are too
inconsistent to be trusted to.But there is a corollary to this proposition, which is worthy
of notice. The same species of organic derangement which, as a
continued habit of his deranged vision, presented the subject of
our last tale with the successive apparitions of his cat, his
gentleman-usher, and the fatal skeleton, may occupy, for a brief or
almost momentary space, the vision of men who are otherwise
perfectly clear-sighted. Transitory deceptions are thus presented
to the organs which, when they occur to men of strength of mind and
of education, give way to scrutiny, and their character being once
investigated, the true takes the place of the unreal
representation. But in ignorant times those instances in which any
object is misrepresented, whether through the action of the senses,
or of the imagination, or the combined influence of both, for
however short a space of time, may be admitted as direct evidence
of a supernatural apparition; a proof the more difficult to be
disputed if the phantom has been personally witnessed by a man of
sense and estimation, who, perhaps satisfied in the general as to
the actual existence of apparitions, has not taken time or trouble
to correct his first impressions. This species of deception is so
frequent that one of the greatest poets of the present time
answered a lady who asked him if he believed in ghosts:—"No, madam;
I have seen too many myself." I may mention one or two instances of
the kind, to which no doubt can be attached.The first shall be the apparition of Maupertuis to a brother
professor in the Royal Society of Berlin.This extraordinary circumstance appeared in the Transactions
of the Society, but is thus stated by M. Thiebault in his
"Recollections of Frederick the Great and the Court of Berlin." It
is necessary to premise that M. Gleditsch, to whom the circumstance
happened, was a botanist of eminence, holding the professorship of
natural philosophy at Berlin, and respected as a man of an
habitually serious, simple, and tranquil character.A short time after the death of Maupertuis,[2] M. Gleditsch
being obliged to traverse the hall in which the Academy held its
sittings, having some arrangements to make in the cabinet of
natural history, which was under his charge, and being willing to
complete them on the Thursday before the meeting, he perceived, on
entering the hall, the apparition of M. de Maupertuis, upright and
stationary, in the first angle on his left hand, having his eyes
fixed on him. This was about three o'clock, afternoon. The
professor of natural philosophy was too well acquainted with
physical science to suppose that his late president, who had died
at Bâle, in the family of Messrs. Bernoullie, could have found his
way back to Berlin in person. He regarded the apparition in no
other light than as a phantom produced by some derangement of his
own proper organs. M. Gleditsch went to his own business, without
stopping longer than to ascertain exactly the appearance of that
object. But he related the vision to his brethren, and assured them
that it was as defined and perfect as the actual person of
Maupertuis could have presented. When it is recollected that
Maupertuis died at a distance from Berlin, once the scene of his
triumphs—overwhelmed by the petulant ridicule of Voltaire, and out
of favour with Frederick, with whom to be ridiculous was to be
worthless—we can hardly wonder at the imagination even of a man of
physical science calling up his Eidolon in the hall of his former
greatness.[Footnote 2: Long the president of the Berlin Academy, and
much favouredby Frederick II., till he was overwhelmed by the ridicule of
Voltaire.He retired, in a species of disgrace, to his native country
ofSwitzerland, and died there shortly afterwards.]The sober-minded professor did not, however, push his
investigation to the point to which it was carried by a gallant
soldier, from whose mouth a particular friend of the author
received the following circumstances of a similar
story.