career in that volume you hold, I have copied out a few words of his
upon the acquirement of knowledge which affect me with a singular
emotion.'
Dr Porhoët took his book from
Miss Boyd and opened it
thoughtfully. He read out the fine passage from the preface of the
Paragranum
:
'I went in search of my art, often incurring danger of life. I have not
been ashamed to learn that which seemed useful to me even from
vagabonds, hangmen, and barbers. We know that a lover will go far
to meet the woman he adores; how much more will the lover of
Wisdom be tempted to go in search of his divine mistress.'
He turned the page to find a few more lines further on:
'We should look for knowledge where we may expect to find it, and
why should a man be despised who goes in search of it? Those who
remain at home may grow richer and live more comfortably than
those who wander; but I desire neither
to live comfortably nor to
grow rich.'
'By Jove, those are fine words,' said Arthur, rising to his feet.
Their brave simplicity moved him as no rhetoric could have done,
and they made him more eager still to devote his own life to the
difficult acquisition of knowledge. Dr Porhoët gave him his ironic
smile.
'Yet the man who could write that was in many ways a mere
buffoon, who praised his wares with the vulgar glibness of a quack.
He was vain and ostentatious, intemperate and boastful. Listen:
'After me,
O Avicenna, Galen, Rhases and Montagnana! After me,
not I after you, ye men of Paris, Montpellier, Meissen, and Cologne;
all you that come from the countries along the Danube and the
Rhine, and you that come from the islands of the sea. It is not for me
to follow you, because mine is the lordship. The time will come
when none of you shall remain in his dark corner who will not be an
object of contempt to the world, because I shall be the King, and the
Monarchy will be mine.'
Dr Porhoët closed the book.
'Did you ever hear such gibberish in your life?
Yet he did a bold
thing. He wrote in German instead of in Latin, and so, by weakening
the old belief in authority, brought about the beginning of free
thought in science. He continued to travel from place to place,
followed by a crowd of disciples, some times attracted to a wealthy
city by hope of gain, sometimes journeying
to a petty court at the
invitation of a prince. His folly and the malice of his rivals
prevented him from remaining anywhere for long. He wrought
many wonderful cures. The physicians of Nuremberg denounced
him as a quack, a charlatan, and an impostor. To refute them he
asked the city council to put under his care patients that had been
pronounced incurable. They sent him several cases of elephantiasis,
and he cured them: testimonials to that effect may still be found in
the archives of Nuremberg. He died as the result of a tavern brawl
and was buried at Salzburg.
Tradition says that, his astral body
having already during physical existence become self-conscious, he
is now a living adept, residing with others of his sort in a certain
place in Asia. From there he still influences the minds of his
followers and at times even appears to them in visible and tangible
substance.'
'But look here,' said Arthur, 'didn't Paracelsus, like most of these old
fellows, in the course of his researches make any practical
discoveries?'
'I prefer those
which were not practical,' confessed the doctor, with a
smile. 'Consider for example the
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