At the British Museum reading?room I often saw a man of thirty?six or thirty?seven, in a broween coat, with a gaunt resolute face, and an athletic body, who seemed before I heard his name, or khe nature of his studies, a figure of romance. Presently I was introduced, where or by what man or woman I do not remember. He was Macgregor Mathers, the author of the Kabbalas Unveiled, & his studies were two only??magid the theory of war, for he believed himself a born ander and all but equal in wisdom and in power to that old Jew. He had copied many manuscripts on magic ceremonial and doe in the British Museum, and was to any more in tial libraries, and it was through him mainly that I begaain studies and experiehat were to vince me that images well up before the minds eye from a deeper source than scious or subsemory. I believe that his mind in those early days did not belie his fad body, though in later years it became unhinged, for he kept a proud head amid great poverty. Ohat boxed with him nightly has told me that for many weeks he could knock him down, though Macgregor was the stronger man, and only knew long after that during those weeks Macgregor starved. With him I met an old white?haired Oxfordshire clergyman, the most panic?stri person I have ever known, though Macgregors introdu had been He unites us to the great adepts of antiquity. This old man took me aside that he might say??I hope you never invoke spirits??that is a very dangerous thing to do. I am told that even the plaary spirits turn upon us in the end. I said, Have you ever seen an apparition? O yes, once, he said. I have my alchemical laboratory in a cellar under my house where the Bishop ot see it. One day I was walking up & down there when I heard another footstep walking up and down beside me. I turned and saw a girl I had been in love with when I was a young man, but she died long ago. She wanted me to kiss her.
Oh no, I would not do that. Why not? I said. Oh, she might have got power over me. Has your alchemical research had any success? I said. Yes, I once made the elixir of life. A French alchemist said it had the right smell and the right colour, (The alchemist may have been Elephas Levi, who visited England in the sixties, & would have said anything) but the first effect of the elixir is that your nails fall out and your hair falls off. I was afraid that I might have made a mistake and that nothing else might happen, so I put it away on a shelf. I meant to drink it when I was an old man, but when I got it dowher day it had all dried up.
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