Mardi: and A Voyage Thither, Vol. I (of 2) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 343 pages of information about Mardi.
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Mardi: and A Voyage Thither, Vol. I (of 2) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 343 pages of information about Mardi.

“Line of kings and row of scepters,” said Babbalanja as he gazed.  “Donjalolo, come forth and ponder on thy sires.  Here they lie, from dread Marjora down to him who fathered thee.  Here are their bones, their spears, and their javelins; their scepters, and the very fashion of their tattooing:  all that can be got together of what they were.  Tell me, oh king, what are thy thoughts?  Dotest thou on these thy sires?  Art thou more truly royal, that they were kings?  Or more a man, that they were men?  Is it a fable, or a verity about Marjora and the murdered Teei?  But here is the mighty conqueror,—­ask him.  Speak to him:  son to sire:  king to king.  Prick him; beg; buffet; entreat; spurn; split the globe, he will not budge.  Walk over and over thy whole ancestral line, and they will not start.  They are not here.  Ay, the dead are not to be found, even in their graves.  Nor have they simply departed; for they willed not to go; they died not by choice; whithersoever they have gone, thither have they been dragged; and if so be, they are extinct, their nihilities went not more against their grain, than their forced quitting of Mardi.  Either way, something has become of them that they sought not.  Truly, had stout-hearted Marjora sworn to live here in Willamilla for ay, and kept the vow, that would have been royalty indeed; but here he lies.  Marjora! rise!  Juam revolteth!  Lo, I stamp upon thy scepter; base menials tread upon thee where thou hest!  Up, king, up!  What? no reply?  Are not these bones thine?  Oh, how the living triumph over the dead!  Marjora! answer.  Art thou? or art thou not?  I see thee not; I hear thee not; I feel thee not; eyes, ears, hands, are worthless to test thy being; and if thou art, thou art something beyond all human thought to compass.  We must have other faculties to know thee by.  Why, thou art not even a sightless sound; not the echo of an echo; here are thy bones.  Donjalolo, methinks I see thee fallen upon by assassins:—­which of thy fathers riseth to the rescue?  I see thee dying:—­which of them telleth thee what cheer beyond the grave?  But they have gone to the land unknown.  Meet phrase.  Where is it?  Not one of Oro’s priests telleth a straight story concerning it; ’twill be hard finding their paradises.  Touching the life of Alma, in Mohi’s chronicles, ’tis related, that a man was once raised from the tomb.  But rubbed he not his eyes, and stared he not most vacantly?  Not one revelation did he make.  Ye gods! to have been a bystander there!

“At best, ’tis but a hope.  But will a longing bring the thing desired?  Doth dread avert its object?  An instinct is no preservative.  The fire I shrink from, may consume me.—­But dead, and yet alive; alive, yet dead;—­thus say the sages of Maramma.  But die we then living?  Yet if our dead fathers somewhere and somehow live, why not our unborn sons?  For backward or forward, eternity is the same; already have we been the nothing we dread to be.  Icy thought!  But bring it

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