Famous Modern Ghost Stories eBook

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“it penetrated all the bodies, iron and stone,—­and the particles of the bodies, having lost their ties, grew lonely; and it penetrated into the depth of the particles, and the particles of particles became lonely;

“for that great void, which encircles the cosmos, was not filled by things visible:  neither by the sun, nor by the moon and the stars, but reigned unrestrained, penetrating everywhere, severing body from body, particle from particle;

“in the void hollow trees spread hollow roots threatening a fantastic fall; temples, palaces, and horses loomed up and they were hollow; and in the void men moved about restlessly but they were light and hollow like shadows;

“for, Time was no more, and the beginning of all things came near their end:  the building was still being built, and builders were still hammering away, and its ruins were already seen and the void in its place; the man was still being born, but already funeral candles were burning at his head, and now they were extinguished, and there was the void in place of the man and of the funeral candles.

“and wrapped by void and darkness the man in despair trembled in the face of the Horror of the Infinite.”

Thus spake the men who had still a desire to speak.  But, surely, much more could have told those who wished not to speak, and died in silence.


At that time there lived in Rome a renowned sculptor.  In clay, marble, and bronze he wrought bodies of gods and men, and such was their beauty, that people called them immortal.  But he himself was discontented and asserted that there was something even more beautiful, that he could not embody either in marble or in bronze.  “I have not yet gathered the glimmers of the moon, nor have I my fill of sunshine,” he was wont to say, “and there is no soul in my marble, no life in my beautiful bronze.”  And when on moonlight nights he slowly walked along the road, crossing the black shadows of cypresses, his white tunic glittering in the moonshine, those who met him would laugh in a friendly way and say: 

“Art thou going to gather moonshine, Aurelius?  Why then didst thou not fetch baskets?”

And he would answer, laughing and pointing to his eyes: 

“Here are the baskets wherein I gather the sheen of the moon and the glimmer of the sun.”

And so it was:  the moon glimmered in his eyes and the sun sparkled therein.  But he could not translate them into marble and therein lay the serene tragedy of his life.

He was descended from an ancient patrician race, had a good wife and children, and suffered from no want.

When the obscure rumor about Lazarus reached him, he consulted his wife and friends and undertook the far journey to Judea to see him who had miraculously risen from the dead.  He was somewhat weary in those days and he hoped that the road would sharpen his blunted senses.  What was said of Lazarus did not frighten him:  he had pondered much over Death, did not like it, but he disliked also those who confused it with life.

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