Serapis — Complete eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 415 pages of information about Serapis — Complete.

Serapis — Complete eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 415 pages of information about Serapis — Complete.
to be sure, your studies would not be in vain; for then your soul, which is fixed on spiritual, supernatural and sublime conceptions, would be drawn upwards to the great Intelligence of which it is the offspring, to the very god, and become one with him—­absorbed into him, as the rain-drop fallen from a cloud rises again and is reunited to its parent vapor.  Then—­for there may be a metempsychosis—­your songful spirit might revive to inform a nightingale, then . . .”

Damia paused; and gazed upwards as if in ecstasy, and it was not till a few minutes later that she went on, with a changed expression in her face:  “Then my son’s widow, Mary, would be hatched out of a serpent’s egg and would creep a writhing asp. . . .  Great gods! the ravens!  What can they mean?  They come again.  Air, air!  Wine!  I cannot—­I am choking—­take it away!—­To-morrow—­to-day. . . .  Everything is going; do you see—­do you feel?  It is all black—­no, red; and now black again.  Everything is sinking; hold me, save me; the floor is going from under me.—­Where is Porphyrius?  Where is my son?—­My feet are so cold; rub them.  It is the water! rising—­it is up to my knees.  I am sinking—­help! save me! help!” The dying woman fought with her arms as if she were drowning; her cries for help grew fainter, her head drooped on her laboring chest, and in a few minutes she had breathed her last in her grandchild’s arms, and her restless, suffering soul was free.

Never before had Gorgo seen death.  She could not persuade herself that the heart which had been so cold for others, but had throbbed so warmly and tenderly for her, was now stilled for ever; that the spirit which, even in sleep, had never been at rest, had now found eternal peace.  The slave-woman had hastily taken her place, had closed the dead woman’s eyes and mouth, and done all she could to diminish the horror of the scene, and the terrible aspect of the dead in the sight of the girl who had been her one darling.  But Gorgo had remained by her side, and, while she did everything in her power to revive the stiffening body, the overwhelming might of Death had come home to her with appalling clearness.  She felt the limbs of one she had loved growing cold and rigid under her hands, and her spirit rose in obstinate rebellion against the idea that annihilation stood between her and the woman who had so amply filled a mother’s place.  She insisted on having every method of resuscitation tried that had ever been heard of, and made her nurse send for physicians, though the woman solemnly assured her that human help was of no avail:  then she sent for the priest of Saturn who—­as the dead woman herself had told her—­knew mighty spells which had called back many a departed spirit to the body it had quitted.

When, at last, she was alone and gazed on the hard, set features of the dead, though she shuddered with horror, she so far controlled herself as to press her lips in sorrow and gratitude to the thin hand whose caresses she had been wont to accept as a mere matter of course.  How cold and heavy it was!  She shivered and dropped it, and the large rings on the fingers rattled on the wooden frame of the couch.  There was no hope; she understood that her friend and mother was indeed dead and silent forever.

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