The fiction dealing with immortal life shows, more
than any other aspect of the subject, humanity’s
deep hunger for the supernatural. Whether it be
stories of continuance of earthly existence without death
as in the legends of the undying persons like the Wandering
Jew; or of supernaturally renewed or preserved youth as
described in the tales of the elixir of life; or of the transference
of the soul after death into another body; or of life
continued in the spirit in other worlds than this after the
body’s death,—all show our craving for something above
and beyond what we know here and now. Conscious
of our own helplessness we long to feel ourselves leagued
with immortal powers; shrinking affrighted from the
grave’s near brink we yearn for that which would spare
us death’s sting and victory. Sadly knowing with what
swift, relentless pace old age is overtaking us we would
fain find something to give us eternal youth. But since
we cannot have these gifts in our own persons we seek
them vicariously in fiction, and for a few hours’ leisured
forgetfulness we are endowed with immortal youth and
joy. Or, looking past death, we can feel ourselves more
than conquerors in a life beyond.
“Oh world unknowable, we touch thee!
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!”
We somehow snatch a strange comfort from these
stories of a life beyond our own. We are comforted for
our mortality when we see the tragedy that dogs the steps
of those who may not die, whether Swift’s loathsome
Struldbrugs or the Wandering Jew. Our own ignorance
of the future makes us credulous of any man’s dream of
heaven and at the same time sceptical of anybody else’s
hell. We are such indestructible optimists that we
can take any sort of raw material of fiction and transmute
it into stuff that hope is made of.
There is no legend more impressive
than that of the Wandering Jew, and none save the
Faust theme that has so influenced literature. The story
is as deathless as the person it portrays and has wandered
into as many lands, though it is impossible to trace with
certainty its origin or first migrations. There is an Arabian
legend of one Samiri who forever wanders, crying, “Touch
me not!” as there is a Buddhist account of a man cursed
for working miracles for show, to whom Buddha said,
“Thou shalt not attain Nirvana while my religion lasts.”
There are similar Chinese and Indian versions and the
idea occurs in English folk-tales, where the plovers are
thought to be the souls of those that crucified Christ,
condemned to fly forever over the world, uttering their
plaintive cry.
The first appearance of the Wandering Jew in English
literature is in the Chronicles of Roger of Wendover, who
reports the legend as being told at the monastery of St.
Albans by an Armenian bishop, in 1228, but to hearers
already familiar with it. There are two distinct versions
of the story appearing in English literature. One relates
that the wanderer is a certain Cartapholus, a servant in
Pilate’s palace, who struck Jesus a brutal blow as He was
led forth to death, and to whom He said, “Thou shalt
wander till I come!” The other is of German origin
giving the personality of Ahasuerus, a shoemaker of
Jerusalem, who mocked the Savior as He passed to Golgotha.
Bowed under the weight of the cross, Christ leaned
for a moment’s rest against the door of the little shop, but
Ahasuerus said scornfully, “Go faster, Jew!” With
one look of deep reproach, Christ answered, “I go, but
tarry thou till I come!”
The Wandering Jew story is cosmopolitan, used in the
literature of many lands. In Germany it has engaged
the attention of Berthold Auerbach, Kingemann, Schlegel,
Julius Mosen, and Chamisso, in France that of Edgar
Quinet and Eugene Sue. Hans Christian Andersen has
used it while Heijermans has written a Dutch play on it
and Carmen Sylva, late Queen of Roumania, made it the
basis for a long dramatic poem.
The theme has appeared in various forms in English
literature, besides in fiction where it has been most prominent.
A comedy[155] was published in 1797, by Andrew
Franklin, though the wanderer is here used only as a hoax.
Wordsworth has a poem entitled The Song of the Wandering
Jew, and Shelley was fascinated by the legend, as
we see from the fact that he used it three times. One of
his first poems, a long dramatic attempt, written at eighteen,
is The Wandering Jew, a fevered poem showing the
same weaknesses that his Gothic romances reveal, yet
with a hint of his later power. The Wandering Jew
appears as a definite character in both Queen Mab and
Hellas, in the first Ahasuerus being summoned to testify
concerning God, while he appears in the latter to give
supernatural vision of events. In both poems he is very
old, for in the first it is said:
“His port and mien bore marks of many years....
“Yet his cheek bore the mark of youth,” while in the
latter he is described as being “so old he seems to have
outlived a world’s decay.” Shelley follows the German
version, as used in a fragment he picked up torn and
soiled in Lincoln’s Inn Fields, whose author he did not
know.
Mr. Eubule-Evans, in a long dramatic poem of considerable
power,[156] tells the story of Theudas, who could be
released from his doom of immortality if only he would
repent, but he will not. He renews his youth every
forty years, growing suddenly from a decrepit man to a
handsome, gifted youth, which naturally suggests complications
of human love-affairs. Other elements of
supernaturalism are used, as angels, demons, and so forth
while the Æons and the Intermedii (whoever they are!)
appear as chorus.
The Wandering Jew, a Christmas Carol,[157] retells the
story with variations and with some power. The Jew
here is shown to be very old and feeble, clad in antique
raiment, with stigmata of the wounds on hands and feet.
He is symbolic of the Christ, of His failure to win men.
“For lo, at last I knew
The lineaments of that diviner Jew,
That like a Phantom passeth everywhere,
The world’s last hope and bitterest despair,
Deathless, yet dead!
And lo! while all men come and pass away
That phantom of the Christ, forlorn and gray,
Haunteth the earth, with desolate footfall.”
The Wandering Jew is seen definitely once in Gothic
fiction, in Lewis’s The Monk, where a mysterious stranger,
bearing on his forehead a burning cross imprinted, appears
and is spoken of as the Wandering Jew. He is unable to
stay more than fourteen days in any one place but must
forever hurry on. Rev. T. Clark[158] gives a bird’s-eye
view of history such as a person of the long life and extensive
migrations of the wanderer would see it.
The idea of a deathless man appealed strongly to Hawthorne,
who plays with the theme in various passages
in his works and notebooks. In A Virtuoso’s Collection,
where Peter Rugg, the Missing Man, is door-keeper and
where the collection includes a letter from the Flying
Dutchman to his wife, together with a flask of the elixir
of life, the virtuoso himself is none other than the Wandering
Jew. He speaks of his destiny and says that human
prayers will not avail to aid him. The touch of his hand
is like ice, conveying a sense of spiritual as well as physical
chill. The character appears also as one of the guests
in A Select Party, of whom the author remarks: “This
personage, however, had latterly grown so common by
mingling in all sorts of society and appearing at the beck
of every entertainer that he could hardly be deemed a
proper guest in an exclusive circle.” This bit of satire
illustrates how common the theme had become at that
time in fiction.
There are various threads of narration tangled up with
the Wandering Jew motif. He is said by some writers
to have supernatural power to heal disease, while by others
he is thought to be the helpless bearer of evil and death.
Eugène Sue in his novel represents him as carrying the
plague, knowing his awful destiny, yet, while wildly
regretting it, powerless in the clutch of fate. Here he
appears as a voluntary agent of good toward the Rennepont
family and an involuntary minister of evil in other
ways. An anonymous story[159] uses the same idea of the
plague association but carries it further, for here the
wanderer is not a personality but the plague itself, passing
like a doom over the world, which shows how far
that phase of the legend has gone.
The legend has been utilized variously to impress
religious truths. Charles Granville[160] writes a symbolic
story with a definite religious message. The idea of the
immortal wanderer is represented as the concept of a part
of humanity urged by an earnest longing which dominates
their whole life and thought, the desire that a new kingdom
of God might come. The book is a social satire, an appeal
for the coming of a real democracy, real justice and genuine
spirituality. George Croly[161] has for his purpose the proving
that Christ’s second coming is near at hand. Lew Wallace,
who himself uses the theme of the Wanderer, thought
this book one of the half dozen volumes which taken alone
would constitute a British literature. We are likely
to find ourselves questioning Wallace’s judgment in the
matter, for while the novel is interesting and has a sermon
impressed with some interest, it is by no means a great
piece of literature. Salathiel is pictured as a young,
enthusiastic, passionate Jew striving to defend his country
against the woes that threaten her. His life is given in
detail immediately following his unpardonable sin, and
his definite career ends with the destruction of Jerusalem,
though his immortality is suggested at the close. The
book describes many supernatural happenings, the miraculous
phenomena accompanying the death of Christ and
manifestations following the fate of the city.
In Lew Wallace’s The Prince of India the deathless
man appears again. In the beginning of the story he
enters a vault from which he removes the treasure from
mummy cases, remarking that the place has not been
visited since he was there a thousand years before. He
has numerous impressive experiences, such as seeing a
monk that seems the reincarnation of Jesus, and hearing
again the centurion’s call to him. Wallace pictures the
Jew as old, a philosopher, in contrast to Salathiel’s impetuous
youth. He is striving to bring the sons of men into
closer spiritual truth with each other and with God, as
Salathiel tries to prevent the material destruction of the
city. The sense of responsibility, the feeling of a mission
toward others, expressed in this novel, may be compared
with that of Eugène Sue’s Wandering Jew who acts as a
friend to the Rennepont family, protecting their interests
against the wily Jesuits.
The Wandering Jew has been represented in many
ways, with stress placed on various aspects of his life
and character. He has been depicted psychologically,
as a suffering human being, mythologically to illustrate
the growth and change in life, religiously to preach
certain tenets and beliefs, and symbolically to show
forth the soul of man. He appears symbolically as the
creature accursed of God, driven forever in the face of
doom. Shelley and others show him as vainly attempting
suicide, but living on, anguished yet deathless, in the face
of every effort to take his own life as in the teeth of torture
from others. He stands at once for the undying power
of God’s plan, and, as in Robert Buchanan’s version, for
the typified failure of Christ’s mission. He is used to
prove that Christ’s second coming is near, and to prove
also that He will never come. To the Christian he stands
for the evidence of Christ’s power of divinity, while to
the Jew he is a symbol of that unhappy race that wanders
ever, with no home in any land.
Besides those mentioned, other English and American
writers who have made use of the legend are Kipling;
Bram Stoker, who discusses him in his assembly of Famous
Impostors; M. D. Conway, who gives various versions
of the story; David Hoffman, Henry Seton Merriman, S.
Baring-Gould, W. H. Ainsworth, and others.
A legend closely associated with this and yet separate, is
that of a woman who bore the curse of eternal wandering.
One version brings in Herodias as the doomed woman,
while the character of Kundry in Parsifal represents
another feminine wanderer. William Sharp, in his Gypsy
Christ, gives the story differently still, saying that it is not
correctly told in Parsifal. As Sharp tells it, it is a piece
of tragic symbolism. Kundry, a gypsy woman of evil
life, mocks Christ on Golgotha and demands of Him a sign,
to whom He says, “To thee and thine I bequeath the signs
of my Passion to be a shame and horror among thy people
forevermore!” Upon her hands and feet appear the
stigmata of His wounds, never to fade away, and to be
borne by her descendants in every third generation.
Various ones of her descendants are crucified, and wherever
the wanderers go on earth they bear the marks of horror.
The curse would be lifted from them only when a Gypsy
Christ should be born of a virgin; but then the Children
of the Wind should be dispersed and vanish from among
men. In the last chapter Naomi prophesies that she is
to give birth to the Gypsy Christ.
The theme of the Wandering Jew, while rivalling the
Faust legend in impressiveness and in the frequence with
which it has been used in literature, yet is different in
having had no adequate representation. No truly great
poem or drama or novel has been written concerning
this tragic, deathless character. Perhaps it may come yet.
Only hints of his personality have appeared in very recent
fiction, such as the reincarnation in the character of the
young Jew in A. T. Quiller-Couch’s story, The Mystery of
Joseph Laquedem, or the humorous reference to him in
Brander Matthews’s Primer of Imaginary Geography,
or The Holy Cross by Eugene Field, where the wanderer
is pitied by a Spanish priest in Cortez’s train in Mexico.
His prayers win forgiveness and the tortured Jew dies.
After his death an earthquake supernaturally splits a
gulf on each side of the grave and a cross of snow appears
there, to remain forever. Perhaps the theme is fading
out now in fiction and drama, to disappear completely,
or perhaps it is lying forgotten for a while, waiting the
master hand that shall give it adequate treatment.
Immortality that proves such a curse
in the case of the Wandering Jew forms the basis for
various other stories. The elixir of life was a favorite
theme with the Gothicists, being used by Maturin,
Godwin, and Shelley, and has continued to furnish
complication for fiction since that time. The theme
has been popular on the continent as well as in England,
Balzac and Hoffman being the most impressive users
of it.
Bulwer-Lytton, in A Strange Story, introduces the elixir
of life together with other forms of supernaturalism, such
as mesmerism, magic, spectral apparitions, invisible
manifestations, awful bodiless Eyes, a gigantic Foot, and
so forth. Margrave attempts to concoct the potion that
shall give him endless life, but after mysterious preparations,
incantations, and supernatural manifestations, at
the crucial moment a stampede of maddened beasts,
urged forward by the dreadful Foot, dashes the beaker
from his lips. The irreplaceable liquid wastes its force
on the desert sands, where a magic richness of herbage
instantly springs up in contrast to the barrenness around
it. Flowers bloom, myriads of insects hover round them,
and all is life, but the man who sought the elixir with such
pains lies dead. The author suggests a symbolic meaning
for his story, hinting that the scientist’s laboratory holds
many elixirs of life, that all growth and life are magical,
that all being is miraculous.
Rider Haggard, in She and Ayesha, its sequel, describes
a wonderful woman who possesses the secret of eternal
life and has lived for thousands of years, ever young and
beautiful, supernaturally enchanting. Her magic potion
not only gives her length of days but protection against
danger as well, for her rival’s dagger glances harmlessly
away from her, and she is proof against chance and fate.
She gains her immortal life partly by bathing in a secret
essence or vapor whose emanations give her mystic force
and immortal beauty. There are many other elements
of supernaturalism in association with the not impossible
She,—magic vision, reincarnation, a mystic light that
envelops her body, the power to call up the dead, to
reanimate the skeletons in the desert and raise them
to dreadful life. She is an interesting but fearsome personality.
In Ahrinziman, by Anita Silvani, we have magic chemistry
yielding up the elixir of life. Jelul-uh-din has lived
for five hundred years and looks forward to a still more
protracted existence. His magic drug not only gives him
prolonged life but will do anything he wishes besides,
since he has hypnotized it. Yet he is found dead. “On
his wrists were marks of giant fingers, scorched and burnt
into the flesh like marks of hot iron. And on his throat
were marks of a similar hand which had evidently strangled
him.” It is apparent that his master, the De’il, got
impatient and cut short the leisurely existence that he
felt belonged to him.
Hawthorne was greatly interested in the theme of the
elixir of life. He gives us two brews of it in Septimius
Felton, one an Indian potion concocted by an old sachem.
The red man gets so old that his tribe find him a great
nuisance and obstacle to progress so they gravely request
permission to kill him. But his skull is so hard that the
stone hammers are smashed when they try to brain him,
his skin so tough that no arrows will pierce it, and
nothing seems to avail. Finally they fill his mouth and
nostrils with clay and put him in the sun to bake, till
presently his heart bursts with a loud explosion, tearing
his body to fragments. This brew of his is matched by
one made by an European scientist after long endeavors.
Here the ultimate ingredient is supposed to be a strange
herb that grows from a mysterious grave. At last, just
when the youth thinks he has the right combination, the
woman who has lured him on to destruction dashes the
cup from his lips, saving him from the poison he would
have drunk. The flower has grown from the grave of
her lover, whom the young scientist has murdered.
In The Dolliver Romance, that pathetic fragment Hawthorne
left unfinished at his death, we find another treatment
of the theme. It seems symbolic that in his old
age and failing powers, he should have been thinking of
immortal youth, of deathless life. In this story various
magical elements are introduced. The herbs grown in
old Grandsir Dolliver’s garden have a strange power,
for when a woman lays a flower from one on her breast,
it glows like a gem and lends a bloom of youth to her
cheeks. The old man seeks the one unknown essence,
the incalculable element necessary to make up the elixir
of life, as did the youth in Septimius Felton. He drinks
occasional mouthfuls of a strange cordial that he finds
in an old bottle on the shelf, and seems to grow younger
and stronger. He, too, like Septimius, has a visitor; a
man that demands the cordial as belonging to him by
ancestral right, snatches it from the aged hands, drinks
it down at a draught and grows violently young, but dies
in convulsions.
In Dr. Heidigger’s Experiment Hawthorne gives us
another sad symbolic story of the quest of the elixir of
youth. The old physician invites four aged friends to
make an experiment, to drink of a cordial which shall
restore youth, but which he himself is too wise to share.
The strange potion proves its power by restoring to beauty
and perfume a rose that has been dead for over fifty years.
When the old persons drink they become young and
happy and beautiful once more. Age drops from them
like a mantle discarded and the world glows again with passion
and color and joy. But alas! it is only ephemeral, for
the effects soon pass away and senility is doubly tragic
after one snatched hour of joy and youth. There is a
sad philosophy of life expressed in these symbolic allegories
such as Hawthorne alone knows how to tell.
Elsewhere Hawthorne shows his deep interest in the
theme. In The Birthmark the scientist intimates that he
could brew the life elixir if he would, but that it would
produce a discord in nature such as all the world, and
chiefly he that drank it, would curse at last. The subject
is referred to in other places,[162] and a flask of the precious,
dreadful elixir is one of the treasures in the Virtuoso’s
collection. In a note concerning his use of the theme
in The Dolliver Romance Hawthorne states that he has
been accused of plagiarizing from Dumas, but that in
reality Dumas plagiarized from him, since his book was
many years the earlier.
H. G. Wells[163] uses this theme combined with the transfer
of personality. An aged man bargains with a youth
to make him his heir on certain conditions. The purpose,
unknown to the young fellow, is to rob him of his youth
to reanimate the old man. A magic drink transfers the
personality of the octogenarian to the body of youth
and leaves the young man’s soul cabined in the worn-out
frame. But the drug is more powerful than Mr.
Elvesham supposed, for it brings death to both who drink
it and the bargain has a ghastly climax. Barry Pain has
a somewhat similar situation of the tragic miscalculation,
in The Wrong Elixir, the story of an alchemist who brews
the life-giving potion but means to keep it all to himself.
On a certain night he will drink it and become immortally
young, in a world of dying men. While he waits,
a gypsy girl asks him to give her a poison to kill a man she
hates. He prepares the potion for her and sets it aside.
He drinks at the time he planned, but instead of eternal
life, the draught brings him swift-footed death. Does he
drink the wrong elixir, or have all his calculations been
wrong?
An example of the way in which the magic of the old
fiction of supernaturalism has been transferred into the
scientific in modern times, is seen in The Elixir of Youth,
by Albert Bigelow Paine. A man in an upper room
alone is wishing that he had the gift of immortal youth,
when a stranger in black enters and answers his thought.
He tells him that to read the mind is not black magic,
but science; that he is not a magician, but a scientist, and
as such he has compounded the elixir of youth, which he
will give to him. This drug will enable a man to halt his
age at any year he chooses and to make it permanent, as
Peter Ibbetson and the Duchess of Towers did in their
dream-life. The stranger leaves the flask with the man
and goes away. But the one who wished for immortal
life decides that after all God must know best, and,
though his decision not to drink has not crystalized, he
is not greatly sorry when the flask is shattered and the
liquid spilled. This is symbolic of the real wisdom of
life.
The frequent use of the theme of the elixir of life, of
deathless youth, illustrates how humanity clutches at
youth with pathos and shrinks from age. Red Ranrahan,
the loved singer of Ireland, whom W. B. Yeats creates
for us with unforgettable words, makes a curse against
old age when he feels it creeping on him.
Various other stories of supernatural length of years
appear in English fiction, besides those based on the
definite use of the life elixir. The Woman from Yonder,
by Stephen French Whitman, shows us the revived, reanimated
body of a woman who has been buried in a
glacier since Hannibal crossed the Alps, till she is dug out
and miraculously restored, by blood-transfusion, by an
interfering scientist. The writer queries, “If the soul
exists, where had that soul been? What regions did it
relinquish at the command of the reviving body?” A
humorous application of the idea of the deathless man
is seen in A. Conan Doyle’s The Los Amigos Fiasco,
where the citizens of a frontier town, wishing to kill a
criminal by some other method than the trite rope, try to
kill him by putting him in connection with a big dynamo.
But their amateur efforts have a peculiar effect. They
succeed only in so magnetizing his body that it is impossible
for him to die. They try shooting, hanging, and so
forth, but he has gained such an access of vitality from
electricity that he comes out unscathed through everything,
resembling the ancient sachem in Hawthorne’s
novel.
The Flying Dutchman forms the theme for stories in
folklore, of a wanderer of the seas condemned to touch
shore only once in seven years, because he swore he would
round Cape Horn in spite of heaven and hell. Hawthorne
has preserved a letter from the Dutchman to his wife, in
the Virtuoso’s collection, and John Kendrick Bangs has
furnished the inevitable parody in his Pursuit of the Houseboat.
The Dead Ship of Harpwell is another story of a
wandering, accursed ship. There is a similar legend told
by C. M. Skinner,[164] of a man, who, for a cruel murder of a
servant, was condemned to wear always a halter round
his neck and was unable to die.
Bram Stoker furnishes us with several interesting
specimens of supernatural life, always tangled with
other uncanny motives. The count, in Dracula, who
has lived his vampire life for centuries, is said to be hale
and fresh as if he were forty. Of course, all vampires
live to a strange lease on life, but most of them
are spirits rather than human beings as was Dracula.
In The Lair of the White Worm, Stoker tells of a woman
who was at once an alluring woman and a snake thousands
of years old. The snake is so large that, when it goes out
to walk, it looks like a high white tower, and can gaze over
the tops of the trees.
Bulwer-Lytton’s The Haunters and the Haunted tells the
story of a mysterious being who passes through untold
years with a strange power over life and the personality of
others. He appears, no man knows whence nor why, and
disappears as strangely, while about his whole career
is a shroud of mystery. Thackeray, in his Notch on the
Axe, burlesques this and similar stories in playful satire,
yet seems to enjoy his theme. It is not wholly a burlesque,
we may suppose. He adds a touch of realism to his
humorous description by the fact that, throughout his
hero’s long-continued life, or series of lives—one doesn’t
know which—he retains always his German-Jewish accent.
Andrew Lang describes[165] the person who may have
been the original of these stories in real life. Horace
Walpole has mentioned him in his letters and he seems
to have a teasing mystery about his life and career that
makes him much talked-of.
Edwin Lester Arnold[166] tells a story of continued life with
an Oriental setting and mystery. Edward Bellamy’s
Looking Backward, by the introduction of a magic sleep
makes a man live far beyond the natural span and be able
to see into the distant future, while the youth in Mark
Twain’s A Connecticut Yankee at King Arthur’s Court has
a magic length of life, living a dual existence, in Arthurian
England and in present-day America. H. G. Wells[167] uses
something of the same idea, in that he makes his hero
live a very long time in a few hours, compressing time
into minute tabules, as it were, as he does in another story
of the magic accelerator that makes a man live fast and
furiously with tenfold powers at crucial moments. The
story of Peter Rugg, the Missing Man, is that of another
immortal wanderer, whose story is told in Myths and
Legends of Our Land, and utilized by Alfred Austin. He
goes out into a storm, saying, “I will see home to-night
or I will never see it!” He flies forever pursued by the
storm, never resting, and never seeing his home. This is
symbolic of the haunted soul pursued by its own destiny.
The theme of the elixir of life is one of the old motifs
of supernaturalism retained in modern fiction. The conventional
alchemist has given place to a more up-to-date
investigator in the chemical laboratory, yet the same thrill
of interest is imparted by the thought of a magic potion
prepared by man that shall endow him with earthly immortality.
The theme has changed less in its treatment
and symbolism than most of the supernatural elements in
fiction, for though we see the added elements of modern
satire and symbolism, its essential aspects remain the
same.
The idea of metempsychosis, the
thought that at death the soul of a human being may
pass into another mortal body or into a lower stage, into
an animal or even a plant, has been used considerably
in English fiction. This Oriental belief has its basis in
antiquity, in animistic ideas in primitive culture. One of
the earliest appearances of the theme in English fiction is
that middle-eighteenth-century story of Dr. John Hawkesworth’s,[168]
an account of a soul that has not behaved itself
seemly, so descends in the spiritual scale till it ends by
being a flea. The German Hoffmann used the theme
repeatedly, and Poe, who was to a certain extent influenced
by his supernaturalism, employs it in several stories. In
A Tale of the Ragged Mountains, the young man named
Bedlo experiences, in dreams of extraordinary vividness,
the life of battle, of confusion, ending in death, in a tropical
city. He sees himself die, struck on the temple by a
poisoned arrow. He is recognized by an elderly man as
the exact counterpart of a Mr. Oldeb who perished in the
manner dreamed of in a battle in Benares. Mr. Bedlo,
while wandering in the mountains of Virginia, contracts
a cold and fever, for the cure of which leeches are applied,
but by mistake a poisonous sangsue is substituted for the
leech, and the patient dies of a wound on the temple,
similar to that caused by a poisoned arrow. Poe’s concept
in other stories is not that of the conventionally
easy passage of the soul into the body of a new-born babe
that wouldn’t be expected to put up much of a fight,
but he makes the psychic feature the central horror,
saying in that connection that man is on the brink of
tremendous psychical discoveries. In Morella the theme
is used with telling power, where the wife, once greatly
loved but now loathed, on her deathbed tells her husband
that her child will live after her. The daughter grows
up into supernatural likeness of her mother, but remains
nameless, since her father, for a reason he cannot analyze,
hesitates to give her any name. But at last, as she stands
before the altar to be christened, some force outside the
father causes him to call her Morella.
What more than fiend convulsed the features of my child,
and overspread them with the hues of death, as, starting at
that scarcely audible sound, she turned her glassy eyes from
earth to heaven, and falling prostrate on the black slabs of
our ancestral vault, responded, “I am here”!
The young girl is found to be dead and the father says:
“With my own hands I bore her to the tomb; and I laughed,
with a long and bitter laugh, as I found no traces of the
first in the charnel where I laid the second Morella.”
An obvious imitation of Poe’s story is found in Bram
Stoker’s novel, The Jewel of Seven Stars, where the soul
of an Egyptian princess enters into the body of a baby
born to one of the explorers who rifle her tomb. The
child grows into the perfect duplicate of the princess,
even showing on her wrists the marks of violence that
cut off the mummy’s hand. The Egyptian’s familiar, a
mummified cat, comes to life to revenge itself upon the
archæologists who have disturbed the tomb. When by
magic incantations and scientific experiments combined,
the collectors try to revivify the mummy, the body
mysteriously disappears, and the young girl is found dead,
leading us to suppose that the reanimated princess has
stolen the girl’s life for her own.
In Ligeia, another of Poe’s morbid studies of metempsychosis,
the theme is clearly announced, as quoted from
Joseph Glanville: “Man doth not yield himself to the
angels nor unto death utterly save only through the
weakness of his own feeble will.” The worshipped Ligeia
dies, and in an hour of madness her husband marries
the Lady Rowena. The bride soon sickens and as the
husband watches alone by her bed at midnight, he sees
drops of ruby liquid fall from some mysterious source, into
the wine he is offering her. When the Lady Rowena
presently dies, the husband, again alone with her, sees
the corpse undergo an awful transformation. It is
reanimated, but the body that lives is not that of Rowena,
but of Ligeia, who has come back to life again by exerting
her deathless will over the physical being of her rival.
The climax with which the story closes has perhaps no
parallel in fiction. As for the ruby drops, are we to
think of them as an elixir of life for the dead Ligeia struggling
back to being, or as poison to slay the living Rowena?
Ligeia’s story is reflected, or at least shows an evident
influence, in The Second Wife, by Mary Heaton Vorse.
Here again the dead wife comes to oust her supplanter,
but in this instance the interloper does not die, but without
dying merely becomes the person and the personality of
the first wife. The change is gradual but incontrovertible,
felt by the woman herself before it is complete, and
noticed by the husband and the mother-in-law. Here the
human will, indestructible by death, asserts itself over
mortal flesh and effects a transfer of personality. But
where did the second wife’s soul go, pray,—the “she o’
the she” as Patience Worth would say?
A similar transfer of soul, effected while both persons
are living but caused by the malignance of an evil dead
spirit, is found in Blackwood’s The Terror of the Twins.
A father, who resents the fact that instead of a single heir
twins are born to him, swears in his madness before he
dies, that before their majority he will bring it to pass
that there shall be only one. By the help of powers
from the Pit he filches from the younger his vitality, his
strength of mind and soul and body, his personality, and
gives this access of power to the elder. The younger
dies a hopeless idiot and the elder lives on with a double
dower of being. Ambrose Bierce carries this idea to a
climax of horror,[169] when he makes an evil spirit take
possession of a dead mother’s body and slay her son, who
recognizes his loved mother’s face, knows that it is her
eyes that glare fiend-like at him, her hands that are
strangling him,—yet cannot know that it is a hideous
fiend in her corpse.
The theme of metempsychosis is found tangled up with
various other motives in fiction, the use of the elixir of
life, hypnotism, dream-supernaturalism, witchcraft and so
forth. Rider Haggard has given a curious combination of
metempsychosis, and the supernatural continuance of life
by means of the elixir, in She and its sequel, Ayesha.
The wonderful woman, the dread She-who-must-be-obeyed
who keeps her youth and beauty by means of
bathing in the magic fluid, recognizes in various stages
of her existence the lover whom she has known thousands
of years before. Not having the advantage of the Turkish
bath or patent medicine, he dies periodically and has
to be born all over again in some other century. This is
agitating to the lady, so she determines to inoculate him
with immortality so that they can reign together without
those troublesome interruptions of mortality. But the
impatient lover insists on kissing her, which proves too
much for him, since her divinity is fatal to mere mankind,
so he dies again.
The close relation between metempsychosis and hypnotism
is shown in various stories. Several cases of troublesome
atavistic personality or reincarnation are cured by
psychotherapy. Theodora, a young woman in a novel by
Frances Fenwick Williams, bearing that title-name, realizes
herself to be the reincarnation of a remote ancestress,
an Orientalist, a witch, who has terrorized the country
with her sorceries. She is cured of her mental hauntings
by means of hypnotism. Another novel by the same
author,[170] gives also the reincarnation of a witch character
in modern life, with a cure effected by psycho-analysis.
The young woman discovers herself to be the heiress of a
curse, which is removed only after study of pre-natal
influences and investigations concerning the subconscious
self.
As is seen by these examples, the relation between witchcraft
and metempsychosis is very close, since in recent
fiction the witch characters have unusual powers of
returning to life in some other form. In Algernon Blackwood’s
Ancient Sorceries, we have witch-metempsychosis
on a large scale, the population of a whole village being
but the reanimations of long-dead witches and wizards
who once lived there. I know of no other case of mob-metempsychosis
in English fiction, but the instances
where several are reincarnated at once are numerous.
Algernon Blackwood’s recent novel, Jules Le Vallon, is
based on a story of collective reincarnation, the chief
characters in the dramatic action realizing that they
have lived and been associated with each other before,
and feeling that they must expiate a sin of a previous
existence. Another recent novel by Blackwood, The
Wave, has for its theme the reincarnation of the principal
characters, realized by them. Blackwood has been
much drawn to psychic subjects in general and metempsychosis
in particular, for it enters into many of his
stories. In Old Clothes he gives us an instance of a
child who knows herself to be the reborn personality
of some one else and suffers poignantly in reliving the
experiences of that long-dead ancestress, while those
around her are recognized as the companions of her life
of the far past, though they are unaware of it. The
fatuous remark of lovers in fiction, that they feel that
they have lived and loved each other in a previous existence,
is a literary bromide now, but has its basis in a
recurrence in fiction. Antonio Fogazzaro’s novel, The
Woman, is a good example in Italian,—for the woman feels
that she and her lover are reincarnations of long-dead selves
who have suffered tragic experiences together, which
morbid idea culminates in tragic madness.
The Mystery of Joseph Laquedem, by A. T. Quiller-Couch,
is a striking story of dual reincarnation. A
young Jew in England and a half-witted girl, a farmer’s
daughter, recognize in each other and in themselves, the
personalities of a young Jew led to the lions for becoming
a Christian, and a Roman princess who loved him. They
recall their successive lives wherein they have known
and loved each other, to be separated by cruel destiny
each time, but at last they die a tragic death together.
The character of the man here is given additional interest
for us in that he is said to be a reincarnation of Cartapholus,
Pilate’s porter, who struck Jesus, bidding Him
go faster, and who is immortalized as the Wandering Jew.
Here he lives successive lives rather than a continuous
existence. Somewhat similar to this is another combination
of hypnotism and metempsychosis in The Witch
of Prague, by F. Marion Crawford, where Uorna makes
Israel Kafka go through the physical and psychical tortures
of Simon Abeles, a young Jew killed by his people
for becoming a Christian. By hypnotism the young man
is made to pass through the experiences of a dead youth
of whom he has never heard, and to die his death anew.
There is a close relation between dreams and metempsychosis,
as is seen in certain stories. Kipling’s charming
prose idyll, The Brushwood Boy, may be called a piece of
dream-metempsychosis, for the youth and girl when they
first meet in real life recognize in each other the companions
of their childhood and adolescent dream-life, and
complete their dual memories. They have dreamed
the same dreams even to minute details of conversation,
and familiar names. Du Maurier combines the two
motives very skillfully in his novels, for it is in successive
dreams that the Martian reveals herself to Barty
Joscelyn telling him of her life on another planet, and
inspiring him to write—or writing for him—books of
genius, before she takes up earthly life in one of his children.
She tells him that she will come to him no more
in dreams, but that she will live in the child that is to
be born. And in dual dreams Peter Ibbetson and the
Duchess of Towers live over again their childhood life
together, are able to find at will their golden yesterdays,
and know in happy reality the joys of the past, while
the present keeps them cruelly apart. They are able to
call back to shadowy life their common ancestors, to see
and hear the joys, the work, the griefs they knew so long
ago. They plumb their sub-consciousness, dream over
again their sub-dreams, until they at last not only see
these long-dead men and women, but become them.
We could each be Gatienne for a space (though not both of
us together) and when we resumed our own personality again
we carried back with it a portion of hers, never to be lost
again—strange phenomenon if the reader will but think of
it, and constituting the germ of a comparative personal immortality
on earth.
Not only does Peter live in the past, but he has the power
to transport these dead ancestors of his to his present
and let them share in his life, so that Gatienne, a French
woman dead for generations, lives over again in an English
prison as Peter Ibbetson, or travels as Mary Towers,
seeing things she never had dreamed of in her own life.
H. G. Wells in A Dream of Armageddon gives a curious
story of the dream-future. A man in consecutive visions
sees himself killed. He then dreams that he is another
man, living in a different part of the world, far in the
future, till he sees himself die in his second personality.
He describes his experiences as given in “a dream so accurate
that afterwards you remember little details you had
forgotten.” He suffers tortures of love and grief, so that
his dream-life of the future is infinitely more real to him
than his actual existence of his own time. What was the
real “him o’ him,” to quote Patience Worth, the man
of the dream-future, or the business man of the present
telling the story to his friend?
A different version of metempsychosis is shown in
The Immortal Gymnasts, by Marie Cher, for here the
beloved trio, Pantaloon, Harlequin and Columbine are
embodied as human beings and come to live among men.
Harlequin has the power of magic vision which enables
him to see into the minds and hearts of mortals by means
of “cloud-currents.” This question of—shall we say
transmigration?—of fictive characters into actual life is
found in various stories, such as Kipling’s The Last of
the Stories, John Kendrick Bangs’ The Rebellious Heroine,
and others. It illustrates the fantastic use to which
every serious theme is sooner or later put. There is no
motif in supernatural literature that is not parodied in
some form or other, if only by suggestion.
The symbolic treatment of metempsychosis is strongly
evident in recent fiction, as the theme lends itself particularly
well to the allegoric and symbolic style. Barry
Pain’s Exchange shows aspects of transmigration different
from the conventional treatment, for he describes the
soul of the old man as giving up its right to peace that it
might purchase ease for a soul he loved. He passes
into the body of a captive bird beating its hopeless wings
against the bars and tortured with pain and thirst, as a
mark of the witch woman’s wrath, while the soul of the
young girl goes into the body of a snow-white lamb that
lives a day then is set free. As she passes by, in the state
of a freed soul, she sees the piteous bird, and says to
herself, “I am glad I was never a bird.”
Algernon Blackwood, in The Return, gives a peculiar
story of metempsychosis, where the selfish materialist
finds himself suddenly reinforced with a new personality
from without. His eyes are opened miraculously to the
magic and beauty of the world, and he knows beyond
doubt that his friend, the artist, who promised to come
to him when he died, has died and that his soul has become
a part of his own being. The most impressive example
of this sudden merging of two natures, two souls into
one, is found in Granville Barker’s Souls on Fifth. Here
a man suddenly acquires, or recognizes, the power to see
the souls that linger earth-bound around him, and comes
to have a strange sympathy with that of a woman, whom
he calls the “Little Soul.” When he speaks of going away,
after a time, she begs him not to leave her since she is very
lonely in this wilderness of unbodied souls. She asks
that if he will not take her into his soul, he carry her
to some wide prairie, and there in the unspaced expanse
leave her,—but instead he gives a reluctant consent for
her to enter into his life. He presses the little symbolic
figure to his heart, then feels a new sense of being, of
personality, and knows that her soul has become forever
a part of his.
Lord Dunsany, who lends a strange, new beauty to
every supernatural theme he touches, has a little prose-poem
of symbolic metempsychosis, called Usury, where
Yohu, one of the evil spirits, lures the shadows to work for
him by giving them gleaming lives to polish.
And ever Yohu lures more shadows and sends them to
brighten his Lives, sending the old Lives out again to make
them brighter still; and sometimes he gives to a shadow
a Life that was once a king’s and sendeth him with it down to
the earth to play the part of a beggar, or sometimes he sendeth
a beggar’s Life to play the part of a king. What careth
Yohu?
The influence
of modern Spiritualism and Psychical Research on the
literature of supernaturalism has been marked, especially
of late years. It would be inevitable that movements
which interest so many persons, among them
many of more than ordinary intelligence, should be reflected
in fiction. These two aspects of the subject will
be treated together since they are closely allied. For
though Spiritualism is a form of religion and Psychical
Research a new science,—and so-called religion and so-called
science are not always parallel—the lines of investigation
here are similar. While Spiritualism endeavors
to get in touch with the spirits of the dead that the living
may be comforted and enlightened, and Psychical
Research attempts to classify the supposedly authentic
cases of such communication, and in so much their
methods of approach are different,—yet the results may
be discussed together.
Hawthorne was interested in Spiritualism as literary
material, since a discussion of it is introduced in Blithedale
Romance and various passages in his notebooks treat of
the matter showing the fascination it had for him. Mrs.
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward, in addition to her fictional
treatises of heaven, takes up Spiritualism as well. In
The Day of My Death she gives a satiric account of the
return of a spirit who says he is a lost soul tortured in hell.
He doubtless deserves it, for he sticks the baby full of
pins and ties it to a tree, and folds the clothes from the
wash in the shape of corpses. He is still interested in this
life, however, since he requests a piece of squash pie. In
Kentucky’s Ghost she depicts a spirit actuated by definite
malice. In the previous story seven mediums tell a man
that he will die at a certain day and hour, but he lives
cheerfully on.
William Dean Howells has given a study in his usual
kindly satire and sympathetic seriousness, of the phenomena
of Spiritualism and mesmerism, in The Undiscovered
Country. Dr. Boynton, a mistaken zealot, holds seances
assisted by his daughter, a delicate, sensitive girl who is
physically prostrated after each performance and begs
her father to spare her. She acts as medium where the
usual effects of rapping, table levitation, and so forth take
place, where spirit hands wave in the air and messages,
grave and jocular, are delivered. The characterization
is handled with skill to bring out the sincerity of each
person involved in the web of superstition and false belief,
and Howells shows real sympathy with each, the scoffers
as well as the misguided fanatics. It is only when the
doctor looks death in the face that he realizes his error
and seeks to know by faith in the Bible the truths of the
far country of the soul.
Hamlin Garland has shown considerable interest in
Spiritualism in his fiction. He refuses to commit himself
as to his own opinion of the question, but he has written
two novels dealing with it, The Tyranny of the Dark and
The Shadow World. The former is considerably like
Howells’s novel, for here also a young girl is made the
innocent victim of fanatics, her mother and a preacher
who has fallen in love with her. She is made to take part
in spiritualistic manifestations, whether as a victim of
fraud or as a genuine medium the author leaves in doubt.
When the girl casts him off the preacher kills himself that
he may come into closer communication with her after
death than he has been able to do in life. Richard Harding
Davis has contributed a volume with a similar plot, the
exploitation of an innocent and, of course, beautiful girl
by fanatics, in Vera the Medium. Here the girl is more
than half aware that she is a fraud and in her last seance,
at the conclusion of which she is to be carried triumphantly
away by her lover, the New York district attorney,
she dramatically confesses her deception. As a sympathy-getter,
she pleads that she was very lonely, that because
her grandmother and mother were mediums, she had been
cut off from society. “I used to play round the kitchen
stove with Pocahontas and Alexander the Great, and
Martin Luther lived in our china closet.”
David Belasco’s The Return of Peter Grimm, drama and
novel, is based upon spiritualistic manifestations. We
are told that the “envelope” or shadow-self of a sleeper
has been photographed by means of radio-photography.
When a certain part of the shadow body is pricked with a
pin, as the cheek, the corresponding portion of the sleeper’s
body is seen to bleed. Peter Grimm comes back from the
other world to direct the actions of the living, and though
at first only a child sees him,—for children are the best
sensitives save animals,—eventually the adults recognize
him also and yield to his guidance. Spiritualism enters
directly or indirectly into many works of fiction of late
years. Whether people believe in it or not, they are
thinking and writing about it. The subject receives its
usual humorous turn in various stories, as Nelson Lloyd’s
The Last Ghost in Harmony, the story of a specter who
complains of the scientific unimaginativeness of his village,
saying that though he had entreated the spooks
to hold out for a little while as he had heard Spiritualism
was headed that way and would bring about a revival of
interest in ghosts, the spirits all got discouraged and quit
the place. And we recall Sandy’s mournful comment to
Mark Twain’s Captain Stormfield, that he wished there
was something in that miserable Spiritualism, so he could
send word back to the folks.
The Proceedings of the Psychical Research Society have
a twofold association with literature, for not only have
various modern novels and stories been inspired by such
material, but the instances recorded are similar in many
cases to the classical ghost stories. Lacy Collison-Morley
in his Greek and Roman Ghost Stories says, “There are a
number of stories of the passing of souls which are curiously
like some of those collected by the Psychical Research
Society, in the Fourth Book of Gregory the Great’s
Dialogues.” The double source of many modern stories
may be found by a comparative study of Collison-Morley’s
book and Myers’s Human Personality, while G. H. Gerould’s
volume, The Grateful Dead, introduces recent
instances that are like classical stories. The inability of
the soul to have rest in the other world if its body was
unburied, as held by the ancients, is reflected in Gothic
romance, Elizabethan drama as well as in the classics.
The ghost of Jack, whom Peele tells us about, is a case of
a ghost coming back to befriend his undertaker. From
these comparisons it would appear that there is something
inherently true to humanity in these beliefs, for the
revenge ghost and the grateful dead have appeared all
along the line. Perhaps human personality is largely the
same in all lands and all times, and ghosts have the same
elemental emotions however much they may have acquired
a veneer of modernity.
There are many instances of the compact-ghost, the
spirit who returns just after death in accordance with a
promise made in life, to manifest himself to some friend
or to some skeptic. Algernon Blackwood gives several
stories based on that theme, one a curious case where the
ghost is so lifelike his friend does not dream he is not the
living man, and assigns him to a bedroom. Later he is
invisible, yet undoubtedly present, for his heavy breathing,
movements of the covers, and impress on the bed are
beyond dispute. Afterwards, by Fred C. Smale, shows a
ghost returning to attend a neighborhood club. When his
name is called by mistake, he takes part on the program,
speaking through the lips of a young man present, who
goes off in a cataleptic trance. During this coma the
youth, who is ignorant of music, gives a technical discussion
of notation, analyzing diatonic semi-tones and discussing
the note a nightingale trills on. When he wakes he says
he has felt a chill and a touch. Alice Brown relates a
story of a lover who promised to come to his sweetheart
at the moment of death, but who, like Ahimeas in the
Bible, runs before he is ready, and keeps his ghostly tryst
while the rescuers bring him back to life. He hasn’t
really been drowned at all.
A recent novelette by Frances Hodgson Burnett, called
The White People, has psychical phenomena for its
central interest. A little child, born after her father’s
tragic death and when her dying mother is conscious of his
spiritual presence, grows up with a strange sensitiveness
to manifestations from the other world. Her home is on a
lonely estate in Scotland, so that her chief companionship
is with the “white people,” the spirits of the dead, though
she does not so recognize them. Her playmate is Wee
Brown Elsbeth, who has been murdered hundreds of
years before, and she is able to see the dead hover near
their loved ones wherever she goes. So when she comes
to realize what a strange vision is hers, she has no horror
of death, and when her lover dies she does not grieve, but
waits to see him stand smiling beside her as in life. The
theme of the story is the nearness of the dead to the living,
the thin texture of the veil that separates the two worlds.
Basil King tells a poignant story of a soul trying vainly
to return in body to right a wrong done in life but unable
to accomplish her purpose by physical means. At last
she effects it by impressing the mind of a living woman
who carries out the suggestion psychically given. One of
the most effective recent accounts of a spirit’s return to
earth to influence the life of the living, to give messages or
to control destiny, is in Ellen Glasgow’s The Shadowy
Third. Here the ghost of a child, a little girl whom her
stepfather has done to death for her money, returns to
cause his death in an unusual way. She throws her little
skipping-rope carelessly on the stairway where he must
trip up in it when he sees her phantom figure in front of
him in the gloom, so to fall headlong to his death. This is
an impressive revenge ghost.
Henry James based his ghost story, The Turn of the
Screw, on an incident reported to the Psychical Society,
of a spectral old woman corrupting the mind of a child.
The central character in Arnold Bennett’s novel, The
Ghost, is a specter, one of the most rabid revenge ghosts
in literature, who is eaten up with jealousy lest the woman
he loved in life shall care for some one else. Algernon
Blackwood uses much psychical material in his numberless
stories of the supernatural, often mentioning the
work of the Society, and Andrew Lang has contributed
much to the subject. Arthur Machen has just published
a collection of stories of war-apparitions that are interesting
psychical specimens, called The Bowmen. In one
story in the volume he shows us how a contemporary
legend may be built up, since from a short piece of fiction
written by him has evolved the mass of material relating
to the angels at Mons. One tale is a story of the supernatural
intervention of Saint George and his army to
drive back the Germans and save the hour for the Allies,
while another describes the vision of a soldier wounded in
battle defending his comrades, who sees the long-dead
heroes of England file past him to praise him for his valor.
The minister gives him wine to drink and
His voice was hushed. For as he looked at the minister
the fashion of his vesture was changed. He was all in armor,
if armor be made of starlight, of the rose of dawn, and of sunset
fires; and he lifted up a great sword of flame.
“Full in the midst, his Cross of Red
Triumphant Michael brandished
And trampled the Apostate’s pride.”
Another case of collective apparitions is the experience
of a soldier, wounded in battle, who tells of strange
fighters who have come in to aid the English. He thinks
they are some of the tribesmen that Britain employs,
but from his descriptions the minister knows that they
are the long-dead Greeks who have arisen to take part in
the struggle which their modern descendants are reluctant
to share. These stories are only a few among the many
instances of supernaturalism in fiction traceable to the
influence of the war.
Certain volumes of ghost stories have appeared, claiming
to be not fiction but fact, accounts of actual apparitions
seen and snap-shotted. This sort of problematic fiction
is not new, however, since Defoe long ago published
one of the best of the kind, the story of Mrs. Veal, who
appeared to her friend Mrs. Bargrave, and conversed with
her, gravely telling her that heaven is much like the descriptions
in a certain religious book written shortly before
that. She seems very realistic, with her dress of newly
scoured silk, which her friend rubs between her fingers,
and her lifelike conversation. This story has usually been
regarded as one of Defoe’s “lies like truth,” but recent
evidence leads one to believe that it is a reportorial account
of a ghost story current at the time, which missed being
reported to the Society for Psychical Research merely
because the organization did not exist then. The modern
stories that stridently claim to be real lack the interest
in many instances that Mrs. Veal is able to impart, and
in most cases the reader loses his taste for that sort of
fiction because it is rammed down his throat for fact.
They don’t impress one, either as fact or as fiction.
One of the most interesting aspects of the literature
relating to psychic matters in recent years is the number
of books that claim to be spirit-inspired. These instances
of psychography are not what we might expect immortals
to indite, but it appears that there must be a marked
decrease of intelligence when one reaches the other world.
The messages sent back by dead genius lack the master
style, even lacking that control over spelling and grammar
which low, earth-bound editors consider necessary. But
perhaps the spirits of the great grow tired of being made
messenger boys, and show their resentment by literary
strikes. Anita Silvani has published several volumes that
she claims were written while she was in a semi-trance,—which
statement no reader will doubt. Her accommodating
dictator furnishes illustrations for her stuff, as well,
for she says she would have inner visions of the scenes
described, “as if a dioram passed” before her. These
romances of three worlds are quite peculiar productions.
The inner voices asked her in advance not to read any
literature on theosophy or Spiritualism or the supernatural
since they wished her mind to be free from any
previous bias. Mrs. Elsa Barker is another of these
literary mediums, for she has put out two volumes of
letters in narrative form, which she makes affidavit were
dictated to her by a disembodied spirit, the ghost of the
late Judge Hatch, of California. She states that while she
was sitting in her room in Paris one day, her hand was
violently seized, a pencil thrust into it, and the automatic
writing began. Mrs. Campbell-Praed is another of these
feminine stenographers for spooks, but like the rest she
has left nothing that could well be included in a literary
anthology. These spirit-writers tell us of life after death,
but nothing that is a contribution to existing ignorance
on the subject. According to Judge Hatch, whose post-mortem
pen-name is X, the present war has its parallel
in a conflict of spirits, and the astral world is in dire
confusion because of overcrowding, so that the souls of
the slain must go through torments and struggle with
demons.
The most recent instance of psychography comes to us
by way of the ouija-board from St. Louis, the authenticity
of which is vouched for by Mr. Casper Yost, of the editorial
staff of the Globe-Democrat. But if the ouija-board
dictated the stories and plays, giving the name of Patience
Worth as the spirit author, and if Mrs. Curran took them
down, why does Mr. Yost appear as the author? Patience
Worth says that she lived a long time ago. Mr. Yost
insists that her language is Elizabethan, but it seems
rather a curious conglomeration, unlike any Elizabethan
style I am familiar with. She has written stories, lyrics,
a long drama, and other informal compositions, a marvelous
output when one considers the slow movements
of the ouija-board. The communications seem to have
human interest and a certain literary value, though they
bring us no messages from the Elizabethan section of
eternity.[171]
Automatic writing appears in The Martian by Du Maurier,
where the spirit from Mars causes Barty Joscelyn in
his sleep to write books impossible to him in his waking
hours. The type has been parodied by John Kendrick
Bangs in his Enchanted Typewriter, which machine worked
industriously recording telegraphic despatches from across
the Styx. The invisible operator gives his name as Jim
Boswell. The writer states:
The substance of the following pages has evolved itself
between the hours of midnight and four o’clock, during a
period of six months, from a type-writing machine standing
in a corner of my library, manipulated by unseen hands.
It is astonishing how many ghosts are trying to break
into print these days. And after all, what do the poor
things get out of it? No royalties, scant praise, and much
ridicule when their style fails to come up to specifications.
Interesting psychical material is found in a new volume
of plays by Theodore Dreiser.[172] He gives curious twists
to the unearthly, as in The Blue Sphere, where a shadow
and a fast mail are among the dramatis personæ, typifying
the fate idea of the old drama. The shadow lures a child
monstrosity out on to the railway track, after he has
caused the elders to leave the gate open, and the train,
made very human, kills the child. The psychic effects
in In the Dark are even more peculiar, the characters
including various spirits, a wraith, and a ghost with red
eyes, who circle round the human beings and force them
to discover a murder that has been committed. The
effect of supernatural manifestation on animals is brought
out here, in the bellowing of the bull and the howling of
the dogs as the ghosts pass by. In A Spring Recital troops
of nymphs and hamadryads, fauns, clouds of loathsome
spirits of hags and wastrels, “persistences” of fish, birds,
and animals, “various living and newly dead spirits
wandering in from the street,” the ghost of an English
minister of St. Giles, who died in 1631, a monk of the
Thebaid, of date 300 and three priests of Isis of 2840
B.C. enter to hear the organist play. He is unaware that
anybody is hearing his music save the four human beings
who have happened in. These dramas of course are purely
literary plays, impossible of presentation on the stage,
and in their curious character show a likeness to some of
the late German supernaturalism, such as the plays of
August Stramm. They show in an extreme form the
tendency toward psychic material that the American and
English drama has evidenced lately.
Mankind is immensely interested in
heaven and hell, though he knows but little concerning
these places. But man is a born traveler and gives much
thought to distant countries, whether he definitely expects
to go there or not. This interest is no new thing, for
classical mythology is full of doleful accounts of the after
life. The early English stage represented heaven and
hell in addition to the earth, and Elizabethan drama
shows many references to the underworld, with a strong
Senecan influence. There are especially frequent allusions
to certain famous sufferers in Hades, as Ixion, Tantalus,
Sisyphus, and Tityus. Modern English fiction has likewise
been influenced by the epic supernaturalism, reflecting
the heaven and hell of Dante and Milton. Yet
as in his own thinking each person lays out a Celestial
City for himself and pictures his own inferno to fit his
ideas of mercy and justice, peopling them with appropriate
beings, changing and coloring the conceptions of Bunyan,
for instance, to suit his own desires, so it is in fiction.
Some think of heaven and hell as definite places, while to
others they are states of mind. To some the devil is as
real as in the darkey folk-song, where,
“Up stepped de debbil
Wid his iron wooden shubbil,
Tearin’ up de yearth wid his big-toe nail!”
while to others he is an iconoclastic new thought. Heaven
and hell have been treated in every conceivable way in
English fiction—conventionally, symbolically, humorously,
and satirically, so that one may choose the type he prefers.
There are enough kinds to go around.
Among the portrayers of the traditional heaven and
hell Mrs. Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward is prominent.
Her works on contemporary immortality are said to have
had a tremendous vogue in the period following the Civil
War, when death had claimed so many that the living
were thinking of the other world more than of this. Her
pictures of heaven in Gates Ajar are comforting, for she
assures to each person his own dearest wish in fulfillment,
to the ambitious youth his books, to the young girl her
piano, and to the small child her ginger-snaps instead of
earthly bread and butter. In The Gates Between the
physician, suddenly killed, finds himself embarrassed by
immortality. He doesn’t know how to adjust himself to
eternity and at first brings many of earth’s problems with
him. In the third of the series, The Gates Beyond, she
describes a very material yet spiritual heaven. Bodies
are much like those on earth, not vaporous projections;
there are museums, hospitals, universities, telephones,
concerts and all up-to-date improvements and conveniences.
The dead woman discovers that she remembers
what she read on earth, takes pleasure in simple things
such as the smell of mignonette, hears the birds sing a
Te Deum, while a brook and a bird sing a duet, and the
leaves are also vocal. There is a Universal Language
which must be learned by each soul, and heaven holds
all sorts of occupations, material, mental, and spiritual.
She says that near earth are many earth-bound spirits
occupied in low and coarse and selfish ways, who
lack “spiritual momentum to get away.” “They
loved nothing, lived for nothing, believed in nothing,
they cultivated themselves for nothing but the
earth,”—which may be compared with the state
of the souls on Fifth Avenue, described by Granville
Barker.
Mrs. Ward’s pictures of heaven may seem sentimental
and conventional to us to-day, yet to be appreciated they
must be considered in relation to the religious thought of
her time. She represented a reaction against the rigid
theology, the stern concepts of an older generation than
her own, and she wished to make heaven more homelike.
She did have an influence in her day, as may be illustrated
by a remark from a sermon recently delivered by
a New York pastor, that the reading of her books had
exerted a great influence over him, that they made heaven
over for him.
Mrs. Oliphant is another of the conductors of fictive
Cook’s tours through heaven and hell, after the fashion
started by Dante and Milton, and modernized by Mrs.
Ward. She devotes volumes to describing the future
worlds in their relation to mortal destiny. One story[173]
tells of a soul that comes back from purgatory to be
comforted by the old minister and sent away happy;
another[174] is the account of a spirit returning from heaven
to right a wrong that her husband is doing another. Still
another[175] gives the experiences of a woman who is distressed
when she finds herself in heaven, because she has
hidden her will and her young niece is thereby left penniless,
but she asks advice of various celestial authorities
and finally succeeds in returning to earth and righting
matters. A Beleaguered City is a peculiar story of a
French town besieged by the dead, who drive out the
inhabitants because of their cruelty toward some nuns.
A strange gloom pervades the place, the cathedral bells
ring of themselves, and flaming signs appear on the church
doors, till after much penance the citizens are allowed to
return and the invading hosts from eternity withdraw.
In one story,[176] Mrs. Oliphant gives her ideas of heaven, as
a place of light, of rest, of joy, of service, where the great
angel Pain helps the souls to wisdom. In a counter-picture,[177]
she shows hell, the world of the unhappy dead,
where are cruelty, selfishness, suffering, a world filled
with tears that drip from earth. Yet it is a hell as well-regulated,
as thoroughly disciplined as a German municipality,
with various punishments,—the most terrible
being a lecture platform from which are delivered eternal
addresses.
These would-be-realistic stories of heaven and hell
somehow leave the reader cold, after Dante and Milton,
however much one may feel the sincerity of the authors.
Heaven and hell are such vast provinces that one cannot
chart them in imagination sufficiently to grasp somebody
else’s concept in story.
Other stories of life after death, given from the spirit-angle
rather than from the mortal point of view as in
most ghost stories, are among the recent types of supernaturalism.
Alice Brown has several stories of the kind,
in one showing a woman who comes to tell her friend not
to be afraid of dying, because There is much like Here,
and another symbolic of the power of love to come back
even from the pit of blackness after death. Olivia Howard
Dunbar’s The Shell of Sense gives the psychosis of a
woman who cannot go to heaven because she is jealous of
her husband. She sees the form of the wind, hears the
roses open in the garden, and senses many things unknown
to human beings, yet is actuated by very human
motives. Katherine Butler[178] suggests that death must be a
painless process and the after life much like mortality,
since the man doesn’t realize that he is dead but attempts
to go about his affairs as usual.
The symbolic treatment of the theme of life after
death is more effective and shows more literary art than
the conventional pictures of Mrs. Ward’s and Mrs.
Oliphant’s. No human vocabulary is able to describe
immortality of glory or despair, hence it is more effective
merely to suggest the thought by allegory or symbolism.
Hawthorne gives us a symbolic morality in The Celestial
Railroad, where he pictures the road between heaven
and hell, drawing on Bunyan’s imagery to describe the
landscape and characters. Apollyon is engineer and
emits realistic blasts of smoke. Eugene Field[179] tells of a
mother just entering heaven who asks an angel where
she may find her little baby, dead long ago, to whom the
angel whispers that she is the babe, grown to maturity
in Paradise. Julian Hawthorne’s Lovers in Heaven is a
symbolic picture of the after life, where a man just dead
goes in search of the beloved he lost long before. He sees
her on the far slope of a heavenly hill, but before he can
reach her the devil appears to him in his own double,
“the Satan of mine own self, the part of me wherein God
had no share.” This is a quite modern concept of
diabolism. But love struggles to save him, and he resists
his evil self.
Ahrinziman, by Anita Silvani, shows lurid pictures of
the world to come. In the Inferno of the Dark Star the
soul sees the attendant genii of his life, each symbolizing
some passion of his nature. There are horrible astral
birds and beasts and combinations unknown to mortal
biology, while vultures hover overhead and a foul astral
odor fills the air. The spirits are of peculiar substance,
for they fight and slay each other, some being torn to
pieces. The soul is supposed to progress toward the Silver
and later the Golden Star. Marie Corelli’s Romance of
Two Worlds is a queer production, preaching the doctrine
of psychical electricity, which is to be a sort of wonder-working
magician, and in other novels she gives theories of
radio-activity, a theosophical cure-all for this world and
the next.
A Vision of Judgment, by H. G. Wells, is a satire on
man’s judgment of sin and character and of destiny after
death, showing the pettiness and folly of Ahab, proud of
his sins, and the hypocrisy of a so-called saint, conceited
over his self-torture. “At last the two sat side by
side, stark of all illusions, in the shadow of the robe of
God’s charity, like brothers.” The picture of God and
the throne vanish and they behold a land austere and
beautiful, with the enlightened souls of men in clean
bodies all about him. This symbolic allegory setting
forth the shallowness of human judgment as set against
God’s clarity of vision and charity of wisdom is like Oscar
Wilde’s The House of Judgment, a terrible piece of symbolism
expressed in a few words. A soul who has been
altogether evil comes at last before God to be judged.
God speaks to him of his vileness, his cruelty, his selfishness,
to all of which the soul makes confession of guilt.
And God, closing the book of the man’s Life, said, “Surely
I will send thee into Hell. Even unto Hell will I send
thee.”
And the man cried out, “Thou canst not!”
And God said to the man, “Wherefore can I not send thee
to Hell, and for what reason?”
“Because in Hell I have always lived,” answered the man.
And there was silence in the house of judgment.
And after a space God spake and said to the man, “Seeing
that I may not send thee into Hell, I will send thee into
Heaven. Surely unto Heaven I will send thee.”
And the man cried out, “Thou canst not!”
And God said to the man, “Wherefore can I not send thee
unto Heaven, and for what reason?”
“Because, never, and in no place, have I been able to
imagine it!” answered the man.
And there was silence in the house of judgment.
The fact that a man’s thoughts make his heaven or his
hell is brought out in a recent book, The Case of John
Smith, by Elizabeth Bisland, where the central character
receives a revelation while working at his typewriter one
day. The message says, “Oh, Peevish and Perverse!
How know you that you have not died elsewhere and that
this is not the Heaven which there you dreamed? How
know you that your Hell may not lie only in not recognizing
this as Heaven?”
In many recent examples of allegory and symbolism we
get suggestive impressions of the other life, of the soul’s
realities. Some of these have the inevitable words,
the fatal phrases that seem to penetrate into the real
heaven and hell for us. The most remarkable instance
of symbolic treatment of the after-life is in Souls on Fifth,
by Granville Barker, where the spirits of the dead are
represented as unable to rise above the level of the ideals
they had held in life, and drift endlessly up and down the
Avenue, some in the form of tarnished gilt, some with
white plague spots of cowardice, or blisters of slanderous
thoughts, some horny with selfishness, some with lines of
secret cruelty. There are few squares but mostly irregular
shapes of sin.
The purely humorous treatment of life after death, the
comic pictures of heaven and hell, are of a piece with the
humorous treatment of other phases of supernaturalism,
and are distinctly modern. The flippant way in which
sacred subjects are handled is a far cry from the heaven
and hell of Dante and Milton. Modern writers slap the
devil on the back, make fun of the archangels and appeal
to the ridiculous in one-time sacred situations, with a
freedom that would have made the Puritans gasp. For
instance, St. Peter has been the butt of so many jokes
that he is really hackneyed.
The Flying Dutchman, whom Brander Matthews
introduces in his Primer of Imaginary Geography, and
who says that the Wandering Jew is the only person he
can have any satisfactory chats with now, speaks of
knowing Charon, “who keeps the ferry across the Styx.
I met him last month and he was very proud of his new
electric launch with its storage battery.” He says that
hell is now lighted by electricity and that Pluto has put
in all the modern improvements. John Kendrick Bangs,
in his House-boat on the Styx, brings together the shades
of many illustrious persons; Queen Elizabeth, Walter
Raleigh, Socrates, Xantippe, Captain Kidd, and many
others. From them we get pictures of the life after death
and of their characteristic attitudes toward it and each
other. He continues the situation in The Pursuit of the
House-boat, as the redoubtable Captain Kidd makes off
with the ship and the ladies, leaving all the men behind.
But they follow the bold buccaneer and after exciting
adventures reaching from the Styx to Paris, they recapture
the fair. Carolyn Wells has recently given us a
Styx River Anthology. In modern stories we visit the
comic devil on his native heath, see him in his own home
town, as in previous chapters we discussed him in his
appearances on earth. Kipling’s The Last of the Stories
shows us the Hades of literary endeavor, the limbo of lost
characters, presided over by a large and luminous devil
of fluent tongue. Kipling recognizes many persons from
fiction, and sees various tortures in process. All do
obeisance to the shade of Rabelais, the Master. Kipling
is terrified by the characters he himself has brought into
being and begs to hide his face from them. F. Marion
Crawford gives us another glimpse of literary eternity,[180]
where the spirits of learned personages meet and
discuss life. A recent poem describes a meeting and dialogue
in Hades between Chaucer and Cressida.
It is possibly Bernard Shaw who would be most liable
to prosecution by the devil for lèse-majesté, for in Man
and Superman, Mine Host of the Pit is represented as an
affable gentleman who tries to make hell attractive to
his guests, and exercises not the least constraint on their
movements. They are free to leave him and go to heaven
if they like,—he only warns them that they will find it
tiresome. He converses with Don Juan and a couple of
other blasé mortals, uttering Shavian iconoclasms with an
air of courteous boredom. He is very different from the
sinister personage of conventional fiction.
Mark Twain has given humorous views of heaven in his
Extract from Captain Stormfield’s Visit to Heaven. A bluff,
hearty old salt finds the celestial regions very different
from the traditional descriptions of them. The heavenly
citizens are a polite set, wishful for him to do what he
likes, yet he tires of the things he thought paradise
consisted of, lays aside his harp and crown, and takes his
wings off for greater ease. He finds his pleasures in the
meeting of an occasional patriarch, or prophet, and the
excitement of the entry of a converted bartender from
Jersey City. He changes his views on many points, saying
for instance, “I begin to see a man’s got to be in his own
heaven to be happy,” and again, “Happiness ain’t a
thing in itself,—it’s only a contrast with something that
ain’t pleasant.” Again Sandy, his friend, says, “I wish
there was something in that miserable Spiritualism so we
could send the folks word about it.”
Something of the same combination of humor and
earnestness is found in Nicholas Vachell Lindsay’s poem,
General William Booth Enters into Heaven.
“Booth led boldly with his big bass drum,
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
The saints smiled gravely as they said, ‘He’s come.’
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
(Bass drums)
Walking lepers followed, rank on rank,
Lurching bravos from the ditches dank,
Drabs from the alley-ways and drug-fiends pale
Minds still passion-ridden, soul-power frail!
Vermin-eaten saints with mouldy breath,
Unwashed legions with the ways of death,—
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
(Reverently sung—no instruments)
And while Booth halted by the curb for prayer
He saw his Master through the flag-filled air.
Christ came gently with a robe and crown
For Booth the soldier, while the crowd knelt down.
He saw King Jesus—they were face to face—
And he knelt a-weeping in that holy place.
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?”
This combination of realism with idealism, of homely
details with celestial symbolism, is also seen in another
recent poem, The Man with the Pigeons, by William Rose
Benet, who shows us two pictures, the first of a tramp in
Madison Square Garden, who loves the pigeons and has
them ever clustering around him in devotion. The next
is of heaven, with the celestial gardens, where among the
goldhaired angels the old tramp stands at home, still
wearing his rusty shoes and battered derby hat. The
quaint commingling of fancy and fact reminds us of
Hannele’s dreams of heaven, in Hauptmann’s Hannele,
where the schoolmaster is confused with the angels, and
heaven and the sordid little room are somehow united.
H. G. Wells, in A Wonderful Visit shows us another
side of the picture, for he draws an angel down and lets
him tell the citizens of the earth of the land he comes from.
I make no attempt in this discussion to decide concerning
the personality of angels, whether they are the spirits
of the just made perfect or pre-Adamite creatures that
never were and never could be man. For the present
purpose, they are simply angels. This book of Wells’s
is an example of the satiric treatment of heaven and earth
that constitutes a special point of importance in the
modern supernaturalism. It is a social satire, and a
burlesque on the formal and insincere manifestations of
religion. A vicar takes a pot shot at what he supposes is a
rare bird, seeing a rainbow flash in the sky,—but instead,
an angel comes tumbling down with a broken wing. This
thrusts him upon the vicar as a guest for some time, and
introduces complications in the village life. The parishioners
do not believe in angels save in stained glass windows
or in church on Sunday, and they make life difficult
for the vicar and his guest. The angel shows a human
sense of humor, that quaint philosophy of the incongruous
which is the basis of all true humor, and his naïve comments
on earthly conventions, his smiling wonder at the
popular misconceptions in regard to his heaven—to which
he is surprised to learn that mortals are thought to go,
since he says he has never seen any there—make him a
lovable character. But village custom compels him to
fold his shining wings under a coat till he looks like a
hunch-back, put boots on so that he “has hoofs like a
hippogrif,” as he plaintively says to the vicar, and he finds
conformity to convention a painful process. The novel
ends sadly, symbolizing the world’s stupid harshness, for
the angel is sent away from the village as unworthy to
live among the people, and his heart is almost broken.
The same type of humor and satire may be found
in James Stephens’s The Demi-Gods, and in Anatole
France’s, The Revolt of the Angels. Stephens’s novel
contains an insert of a short story of heaven previously
published, which depicts a preliminary skirmish
in heaven over a coin a corpse has had left in his
hand and has taken to eternity with him. In each novel
several angels come tumbling down from heaven and take
up earthly life as they find it, engaging in affairs not
considered angelic. Stephens, in addition to the two
fighting celestials, gives us an archangel, a seraph, and a
cherub. There is in both stories a certain embarrassment
over clothes, the fallen ones arriving in a state of nudity.
The necessity for donning earthly garments, the removal
of the wings, and the adaptation to human life furnish
complication and interest, with the added feminine
element, though Stephens’s novel is not marred by the
unclean imaginings of Anatole France.
The revolters in the French novel take up Parisian life,
while Stephens’s angelic trio join an itinerant tinker and
his daughter who are journeying aimlessly about, accompanied
by a cart and a sad-eyed philosopher, an ass.
They engage in activities and joys not conventionally
archangelic, such as smoking corn-cob pipes, eating cold
potatoes, and, when necessary, stealing the potatoes. The
contrasts between heavenly ideas and Irish tramp life are
inimitable. At last when the three, having decided to go
back to heaven, don their wings and crowns and say
good-bye, the cherub turns back for one more word of
farewell with Mary. Seeing her tears over his going, he
tears his shining wings to shreds and casts them from him,
electing to stay on earth with the tinker’s cart, for the
sake of love. It is really quite a demi-god-like thing to do.
Unlike France’s book, which is a blasting satire on
religion, these two English novels are amusing, with a
certain measure of satire, yet with a whimsicality that
does not antagonize. France’s angels remain on earth
and become more corrupt than men, and Wells’s wonderful
visitor is banished from the village as an undesirable
alien. Stephens’s archangel and seraph go back to heaven
after their vacation, while the cherub turns his back on
immortal glory rather than break a woman’s heart. In
all three of these books we notice the same leveling
tendency shown in characterization of the angels that we
have observed heretofore in the case of ghosts and devils,
werewolves, and witches. The angels are human, with
charming personality and a piquant sense of humor,
whose attempts to understand mortal conventions reveal
the essential absurdity of earthly ideas in many instances.
The three taken together constitute an interesting case of
literary parallelism and it would be gratifying to discover
whether France was influenced by Wells and Stephens, or
Stephens by Wells and France,—but in any event Wells
can prove a clear alibi as to imitation, since his novel
appeared a number of years before the others. The
possible inspiration for all of these in Byron’s Heaven
and Earth suggests an interesting investigation. A more
recent story, The Ticket-of-Leave Angel, brings an angel
down to a New York apartment, where he has peculiar
experiences and illustrates a new type of angelic
psychology. The tendency to satirize immortality has
crept even into poetry, for in a recent volume by Rupert
Brooke there are several satiric studies. One, entitled
On Certain Proceedings of the Psychical Research Society,
ridicules the idea that spirits would return to earth to
deliver the trivial messages attributed to them, and
another, Heaven, is a vitriolic thrust at the hope of a
better life after death, sneering at it with unpleasant
imagery.
One of the recent instances of satiric pictures of the
hereafter is Lord Dunsany’s The Glittering Gate, a one-act
drama, where Bill and Jim, two burglars, crack the
gate of heaven to get in. Sardonic laughter sounds while
they are engaged in the effort to effect an entrance, and
wondering what heaven will be like. Bill thinks that his
mother will be there.
“I don’t know if they want a good mother in there who
would be kind to the angels and sit and smile at them when they
sing, and soothe them if they were cross. (Suddenly) Jim,
they won’t have brought me up against her, will they?”
Jim: “It would be just like them to. Very like them.”
When the glittering gate of heaven swings open and the
two toughs enter eagerly, they find nothing—absolutely
nothing but empty space, and the sardonic laughter
sounds in their ears. Bill cries out, “It is just like them!
Very like them”!
Was not this suggested by Rupert Brooke’s poem,
Failure?
In the stories treating satirically or humorously of the
future life we find the purpose in reality to be to image this
life by illustration of the other. Eternity is described in
order that we may understand time a little better. Angels
and devils are made like men, to show mortal potentialities
either way. The absurdities of mankind are
illustrated as seen by angel eyes, the follies as satirized
by devils. The tendency now is to treat supernatural
life humorously, satirically or symbolically, rather than
with the conventional methods of the past. Commonplace
treatment of great subjects is liable to be unsatisfactory,
and any serious treatment, other than symbolically
simple, of heaven or hell seems flat after Dante and
Milton.
In considering these various types of stories dealing
with supernatural life, whether continued beyond the
mortal span on earth, renewed by reincarnation, or taken
up in another world after death, we find that several
facts seem to appear with reference to the type chosen for
treatment by men as distinct from women, and vice
versa. So far as my search has gone, I have found no
instance in English literature where a woman has used
either the motif of the Wandering Jew or the Elixir of
Life. I do not say that no such instances exist, but I have
not found them. Carmen Sylva is the only woman I
know of at all who has taken up the characterization of
the Wandering Jew. On the other hand, women write
often of heaven, most of the stories of conventional ideas
of heaven being by women. Where men have pictured
heaven or hell they have done it for the most part humorously,
satirically or symbolically. They seem to curve
round the subject rather than to approach it directly.
Yet where it is a question of continuing life here in this
world, by means of an elixir or other method, or as an
ever-living being like the Jew, men have used the theme
frequently. Since fiction does reflect our thought-life
and our individual as well as racial preferences, the conclusions
that might be drawn, if one were sure of their
basis, would be interesting. Can it be that men are more
deeply interested in this life on earth and cling to it in
thought more tenaciously than women, and that women
are more truly citizens of the other world? Are men
skeptical of the existence of any but a satiric or symbolic
heaven, or merely doubtful of reaching there?