"Facts are but the Play-things of lawyers,— Tops and Hoops1, for?ever a-spin— Alas2, the Historian may indulge no such idle Rotating. History is not Chronology, for that is left to Lawyers,— nor is it Remembrance, for Remembrance belongs to the People. History can as little pretend to the Veracity3 of the one, as claim the Power of the other,— her Practitioners4, to survive, must soon learn the arts of the quidnunc, spy, and Taproom Wit,— that there may ever continue more than one life-line back into a Past we risk, each day, losing our forebears in forever,— not a Chain of single Links, for one broken Link could lose us All,— rather, a great disorderly Tangle7 of Lines, long and short, weak and strong, vanishing into the Mnemonick Deep, with only their Destination in common."
- The Revd Wicks Cherrycoke, Christ and History
"Why," Uncle Ives insists, "you look at the evidence. The testimony8. The whole Truth."
"On the contrary! It may be the Historian's duty to seek the Truth, yet must he do ev'rything he can, not to tell it."
"Oh, pish!"
"Tush as well."
' 'Twasn't Mr. Gibbon's sort of History, in ev'ry way excellent, that I meant,— rather, Jack9 Mandeville, Captain John Smith, even to Baron10 Munchausen of our own day,— Herodotus being the God-Father of all, in his refusal to utter the name of a certain Egyptian Deity11,—
"Don't say it!"
"What,— seek the Truth and not tell it! Shameful12."
"Extraordinary. Things that may not be told? Hadn't we enough of that from the old George?"
"Just so. Who claims Truth, Truth abandons. History is hir'd, or coerc'd, only in Interests that must ever prove base. She is too innocent, to be left within the reach of anyone in Power,— who need but touch her, and all her Credit is in the instant vanish'd, as if it had never been. She needs rather to be tended lovingly and honorably by fabulists and counterfeit13?ers, Ballad-Mongers and Cranks of ev'ry Radius14, Masters of Disguise to provide her the Costume, Toilette, and Bearing, and Speech nimble enough to keep her beyond the Desires, or even the Curiosity, of Gov?ernment. As ?sop15 was oblig'd to tell Fables16,
'So Jacobites must speak in children's rhymes, As Preachers do in Parables17, sometimes.'
Tox, Pennsylvaniad, Book Ten of course...."
"Hogwash, Sir," Uncle Ives about to become peevish19 with his Son, "Facts are Facts, and to believe otherwise is not only to behave per?versely, but also to step in imminent20 peril21 of being grounded, young Pup."
"Sir, no offense22 meant. I was but pointing out that a single Version, in proceeding23 from a single Authority,—
"Ethelmer." Ives raises a monitory Eye-brow. "Time on Earth is too precious. No one has time, for more than one Version of the Truth."
"Then, let us have only Jolly Theatrickals about the Past, and be done with it,— 'twould certainly lighten my School-work." Mr. LeSpark's Phiz grows laden24 with Menace.
"Or read Novels," adds Aunt Euphrenia, her tone of dismissal owing more to her obligations as a Guest than her real Sentiments, engag'd more often than she might admit, with examples of the Fabulist's Art.
As if having just detected a threat to the moral safety of the com?pany, Ives announces, "I cannot, damme I cannot I say, energetically
enough insist upon the danger of reading these storybooks,— in par18?ticular those known as 'Novel.' Let she who hears, heed25. Britain's Bed?lam even as the French Salpetriere being populated by an alarming number of young persons, most of them female, seduced26 across the sill of madness by these irresponsible narratives27, that will not distinguish between fact and fancy. How are those frail28 Minds to judge? Alas, every reader of 'Novel' must be reckoned a soul in peril,— for she hath
made a D——l's bargain, squandering29 her most precious time, for
nothing in return but the meanest and shabbiest kinds of mental excitement. 'Romance,' pernicious enough in its day, seems in Com?parison wholesome30."
"Dr. Johnson says that all History unsupported by contemporary Evi?dence is Romance," notes Mr. LeSpark.
"Whilst Walpole, lying sick, refus'd to have any history at all read to him, believing it must be false," declares Lomax, gesturing with his Brandy-wine Glass.
"As if, at the end, he wish'd only Truth? Walpole?" Euphie plays an E-flat minor31 Scale, whilst rolling her eyes about.
"What of Shakespeare?" Tenebras still learning to be disingenuous32, "Those Henry plays, or the others, the Richard ones? are they only make-believe History? theatrickal rubbish?" as if finding much enjoyment34 in speaking men's names that are not "Ethelmer."
"Aye, and Hamlet?" suggests the Revd, staring carefully at the young?sters in turn.
Her eyes a lash's width too wide, perhaps, "Oh, but Hamlet wasn't real, was he?" not wishing to seem to await an answer from her Cousin, yet allowing him now an opening to show off.
Which Ethelmer obligingly saunters into. Of course he has the Data. "All in all, a figure with an interesting Life of his own,— alas, this hop36?ping, quizzing, murderously irresolute37 Figment of Shakespeare's, has quite eclips'd for us the man who had to live through the contradictions of his earthly Life, without having it all re-figur'd for him."
"Then, did he 'really' have a distant cousin named Ophelia," Tenebrse inquires, a shade too softly to be heard by any but Ethelmer, "and did he, historically, break her Heart?”
"More likely she was out to break his,— being his foster-sister actu?ally, working on behalf of his enemies, tho' with no success. A minor fig35?ure, who may have charm'd Shakespeare into giving her more lines than she merits, but who does not charm the disinterested38 Seeker."
"Did he love anyone, then? besides himself, I mean...."
"He ended up marrying the daughter of the English King, 's a matter of fact, and later, in addition, the quite intimidating39 Hermuthruda, Queen of Scotland."
"What about that Stage strewn with Corpses40?" wonders Uncle Lomax.
"Two wives!"
"Barbary Pirates take as many as they wish," twinkles Euphie.
"0 Euphrenia, Aunt of Lies," Tenebrae shaking her Finger in pre?tended sternness.
"Mercy, Brae,— I was nearly one myself. Hadn't been for the old Delusse, here, you'd be calling me 'Ayeesha' now. Had to run the Invis?ible Snake Trick that time, none too reliable in the best o' Circs...." She plays a sinuous41 Air full of exotick sharps and flats. The Company re?deploy42 themselves in the direction of Comfort, as the moistly-dispos'd Uncle Lomax steers43 again for the Cabinet in the corner, presently return?ing with a bottle of Peach Brandy.
Upon his first Sip44, the Revd reels in his Chair. "Why bless us, 'tis from Octarara."
"Amazingly cognizant, Wicks."
"I once surviv'd a Fortnight, Snow-bound," replies the Revd, "upon
little else. Twas at Mr. Knockwood's, by Octarara Creek45, in the terrible
winter of 'sixty-four—'sixty-five, when, after four years, the Surveyors and
I once more cross'd Tracks "
Twas a more tranquil46 time, before the War, when people moved more slowly,— even, marvelous to say, here in Philadelphia, where the bustling47 might yet be distinguish'd from the hectic48. There were no Sedan Chairs. Many went about on foot. Even Saint Nicholas was able to deliver all his Gifts, and yet find time for a brisk Pint49 at The Indian Queen.
I was back in America once more, finding, despite all, that I could not stay away from it, this object of hope that Miracles might yet occur, that God might yet return to Human affairs, that all the wistful Fictions nec?essary to the childhood of a species might yet come true,.. .a third Testa?ment— I had been tarrying over Susquehanna, upon a Ministry50 that had taken me out among the wilder sort of Presbyterians, a distinct change from the mesopotamian Mysticks of Kutztown or Bethlehem. A bug-ridden, wearying, acidic Journey. Among these folk,— good folk, despite litigious and whiskey-loving ways,— I was not welcome. In my presence dogs howled, milk turn'd, bread failed to rise. Moreover, a spirit of rebel?lion was then flickering51 across the countryside, undeniable as the North?ern Lights, directed at Britain and all things British, including, ineluctably, your miserable52 Servant. What we now style "The Stamp Act Crisis" was in full flower. The African Slaves call'd it "the Tamp53." Unusual numbers of Riders were out ev'ry Night. The Province seem'd preparing for open warfare54. Whiteboys and Black Boys, Paxton Boys and Sailor Boys,— a threat of Mobility55 ever present.
Thro' this rambunctious56 Countryside, a Coach-ful of assorted57 Trav?elers make their way Philadelphiaward, each upon his Mission. The purposefully jovial58 Gamer Mr. Edgewise, in whose purse already lie more of my Chits than he really likes to have out at any given time, has won from me a sum we both must view, less as any real Amount, than as a Complication to be resolv'd at some unnam'd date. I lose yet again,— "Why, damme Rev6 just write me another note, what's it mat?ter the color of the paper, who has any cash anyway?" Business then, in this Province, Wagering59 included, was conducted overwhelmingly by way of Credit,— the Flow of Cash was not as important as Charac?ter, Duty, a complex structure of Debt in which Favors, Forgiveness, Ignominy were much more likely than any repayment60 in Specie. Mr. Edgewise is traveling with his Wife, who, when she must, regards him with a Phiz that speaks of the great amounts of her time given over, in a philosophickal way, to classifying the numerous forms of human idiot, beyond the common or Blithering sort, with which all are famil?iar,— the Bloody-Minded I., for example, recognized by the dangerous sea of white all around the irises61 of the eye-balls, or the twittering
Variety, by the infallible utterance62 "Frightfully." Then one has Mr. Edgewise—
We have passed, tho' without comment, out of the zone of influence of the western mountains, and into that of Chesapeake,— as there exists no "Maryland" beyond an Abstraction, a Frame of right lines drawn63 to enclose and square off the great Bay in its unimagin'd Fecundity64, its shoreline tending to Infinite Length, ultimately unmappable,— no more, to be fair, than there exists any "Pennsylvania" but a chronicle of Frauds committed serially65 against the Indians dwelling66 there, check'd only by the Ambitions of other Colonies to north and east.
Our Coach is a late invention of the Jesuits, being, to speak bluntly, a Conveyance67, wherein the inside is quite noticeably larger than the out?side, though the fact cannot be appreciated until one is inside. For your Benefit, DePugh, the Mathematickal and Philosophickal Principles upon which the Design depends are known to most Students of the appropriate Arts,— so that I hesitate to burden the Company with infor?mation easily obtain'd elsewhere. That my Authorial Authority be made more secure, however, it may be reveal'd without danger that at the basis of the Design lies a logarithmic idea of the three dimensions of Space, realiz'd in an intricate Connexion of precise Analytickal curves, some bearing loads, others merely decorative68, still others serving as Cam-Surfaces guiding the motions of other Parts.—
("We believe you, Wicks. We do. Pray go on.")
Bound through the nocturnal fields, the land asleep, the sky press?ing close, losing at an ever-unadjourned game of All-Fours, dyspeptic from the fare at the last inn, restlessly now and then scanning the dark outside for any Light, however distant, I was bounced out of a disgrun?tled reverie by the Machine's abrupt69 slowing and eventual70 halt, out in the middle of a Night already grown heavy with imminent snow. Wait?ing at the Roadside were two Women, who prov'd to be mother and daughter, dresses flowing as homespun was never suppos'd to, and Faces that were to drive me, later that night, unable to sleep, beneath the Beam of my writing-lanthorn, to diaristic excess.— Yet, how speak of "Luminosity" in that pre-snowlight, or say "flawless," or, in particu?lar, "otherworldly," when in fact in Cisalleghenic America, apparitions71
continue,— Life not yet having grown so Christian72 and safe that a late traveler may not, even in this Deistically stained age, encounter a Woman of just such unearthly fairness, who will promise him ev'ry-thing and end by doing him mischief73. Indeed, already in the course of this journey we had encountered what may well have been a Victim, fix'd and raving74 in the batter'd road, of some such Night-Interception. As the pair of Creatures boarded the Machine, I mutely ask'd,— not "pray'd," for all my Prayers in those Days must be Questions,— Are these now come for me, to be my own guides across the borderlands and into Madness?
But to my surprise and perhaps disappointment, their eyes will meet no one else's. As the Machine again gathers speed, it becomes clear that the young women intend to sit in companionable but perfect silence, for the entire journey. One by one, around the traveling Interior, small pri?vate lanthorns begin to glow, whilst I, long accustomed to finding beauty only among the soiled and fallen,— having thereby75 supposed a moral invariance as to beauty and innocence76 in women,— grow distracted at the very Conjunction,— undeniable, overwhelming, each with her hair tucked away 'neath a simple cap of white Lawn, tied under the chin, so that her face is the only part of her body exposed,— Faces innocent of all paint, patches, or pincering, naked as Eve's own.
Mr. Edgewise leans forward to introduce himself in a mucilaginous voice he would have described rather as cordial. "And how far would you ladies be traveling this fine evening?"
Because of the net outflow of light from her face, the daughter is seen instantly to blush, whilst the mother, with a level gaze but without smil?ing, replies, "To Philadelphia, Sir."
"Why, 'tis Sodom-upon-Schuylkill, Ma'am!" the blunt but kindly77 Traveler rolling his eyes about expressively78. "What possible business could be taking a Godly young woman down into that unheavenly place?"
"My story must be only for the ears of the Lawyer I go to hire, Sir," she answers quietly, in the same determin'd voice.
All of us stare, each in his own form of astonishment79. "You intend,"-it happens that I am first to speak,— "to engage the services,— forgive
me,— of...a Philadelphia Lawyer? Good lady, surely there is some recourse less...extreme? Your family, your congregation, the officials of your Church,—
She is gazing at my clerical collar, within which I must appear shackl'd secure as any Turk's slave. "Are you one of these? The English Church, net?"
How might I speak of my true "Church," of the planet-wide Syn?cretism, among the Deistick, the Oriental, Kabbalist, and the Savage80, that is to be,— the Promise of Man, the redemptive Point, ever at our God-horizon, toward which all Faiths, true and delusional81, must alike converge83! Instead, I can only mumble84 and blurt85, before the radiance of these young Pietists, something about being between preferments at the moment, so askew86 in my thoughts that I've forgotten my new Commis?sion, and indeed the Purpose of my Journey,— even using "inter-prebendary" again, after promising87 a Certain Deity that I would refrain. But her innocent attention has reach'd unto the dead Vacuum ever at the bottom of my soul,— humiliation88 absolute.
Mr. Edgewise, a devotee of machinery89, the newer the better, pro5?duces a Flask90 of curious shape and surface, devised in Italy by a renowned91 Jesuit artificer, out of which, to the wonder of the company, the Gambler now begins to pour steaming-hot coffee into a traveler's cup he has by him, and hands it to the young woman, who introduces herself as Frau Luise Redzinger, of Coniwingo. As she continues to sip more and more eagerly at the refreshing92 liquid,— which Mr. Edgewise is content to keep providing ever more of, out of the strange and appar?ently inexhaustible Flask,— before long she finds herself talking quite readily.
"Philadelphia, Sirs, can hold little to surprise me. My sister lives in the most licentious93 Babylon of America, though they are pleased to call themselves "Bethlehem,' so. Liesele happened to marry a Mora?vian, now a baker94 of that town,— the two having met upon the ship that carried us all here. Her destiny was to be fancy, as it was mine to be plain, I who do not know one grape wine from another,— whilst Liesele, already, between her first and second letters to me, had slid steeply into a gaudy95 Christianity aroar with Putzing and gay distrac-
tion, little to be distinguish'd from that of Rome,— having, indeed, its own Carnival96, its gluttony and lustfulness97, and the Trombone Choir98, imagine, a wonder their minister is not addressed as Pope, so." At this the daughter gives a small gasp99. But Frau Redzinger has grown flushed and cheerful, as if this address to a coach-ful of strangers were perhaps more speech than she has allow'd herself, save among her own sex, in who knows how long.
"Child, child, 'twould be far more sensible to forgive your sister," murmurs100 Mistress Edgewise, taking the young woman's hand. "You must both pass beyond it, dear." Her husband huffs forward, intending a similar Courtesy toward the young Woman's knee, but is deflected101 by a wifely stare, that contrives102 to look amused, tho' indisposed to bantering103.
Frau Redzinger gestures expansively with her coffee cup, which is luckily, for the moment, empty. "Oh, yes, I am a bad sister, a bad wife and Christian, I am the one who must be forgiven, somehow, but,— she regards us each for a moment, her chin atremble, "of whom here would I ask it? Of course I resent Liesele, I envy her life. She has her husband."
At which looseness of tongue the daughter, at last, protests. But too late, for her Mother has rush'd on, as we now go rushing along down the Communication, above us our Jehu son of Nimshi taking chances he would never have taken in the Daylight.
' 'Twas not the same as being struck by lightning,— we've lightning over Schuylkill that's every bit the equal of Mr. Franklin's famous city-lightning, folk who've been hit by ours, speak of being 'prison'd in a thunderous glory'...but Peter was only bringing hops104 in to the cooling-pit, the most ordinary of tasks,— slipped in the dust, fell in the Pit, with the dried hops nearly twenty feet deep, hot from the Kiln105, you can squeeze them together almost forever, drowning in them is easy, last year it was a church person over at Kutztown, even the odor of the pollen106 is deadly, the man's wife said, that it took him into a poison'd sleep,— but neither of us was with her husband when it happened, it is not a place women go, I was in the fields, with the other women and the last of the harvest, the way it is, we work only with the living Plants, so we tend the
Bines all summer,— soon as the Cones107 are picked, and dead, it is then the Men take over, net?
"I don't know what I might have done— The hops buoy'd him up, but not so much,— when help arrived, they said they could see only his hand above the cones, releasing their dust and terrible fumes108 as his struggling broke them,— by the time Jürgen could anchor himself, there was only my husband's one finger, reaching back into this world, his poor finger. The force it took to pull him out...no physician anywhere could have put it back to what it was. Peter would call it his sacramental fin33?ger, his outward and bodily sign of the Other thing that had happened to him down in that miserable suffocation109. He bore it without shame, rather.. .with bewilderment."
Certain herbal essences in massive influxion, as I feel it my duty to assure her, have long been known and commented upon, as occasions of God-revealing. She nods emphatically.— As weeks passed, she tells us, Peter Redzinger's account chang'd, from a simple tale of witness, to one of rapture110 by beings from somewhere else, "long, long from Pennsylva?nia," as he expressed it,— and always at the center of the Relation, unwise to approach, an unbearable111 Luminosity.
As God has receded112, as Deism has crept in to make the best of this progressive Absence, more and more do we witness extreme varieties of human character emergent,— Cagliostro, the Comte de St.-Germain, Adam Weishaupt,— Magicians with Munchausen tales and ever more extravagant113 effects,— Illuminati, Freemasons, Elect Cohens, many of whom, to my great curiosity, have found their way into Pennsylvania. They wander the town streets, they haunt the desert places, they are usu?ally Germans. Woe115 betide the credulous116 countryman who falls under their influence,— or, as in the case of Peter Redzinger, is transform'd into one of them.
Another American Illumination, another sworn moment,— and where in England are any Epiphanies, bright as these? Bring anything like one,— any least Sail upon the Horizon of our Exile,— to the attention of an Established Clergyman, and 'twill elicit117 nought118 but gentle Reproofs119 and guarded Suggestions, which must sooner or later include the word "Physician.”
These times are unfriendly toward Worlds alternative to this one. Royal Society members and French Encyclopaedists are in the Chariot, availing themselves whilst they may-of any occasion to preach the Gospels of Reason, denouncing all that once was Magic, though too often in smirking120 tropes upon the Church of Rome,— visitations, bleeding statues, medical impossibilities,— no, no, far too foreign. One may be allowed an occasional Cock Lane Ghost,— otherwise, for any more in that Article, one must turn to Gothick Fictions, folded acceptably between the covers of Books.
"They say Peter is seen now over Susquehanna, aus dem Kipp, wan114?dering from one cabin to another, anywhere two or more Germans may be gathered together, with his Tales of the Pit. He calls it preaching,— so, to no one's surprize, do others. Some even follow him, Redzingerites, for whom his enlightenment by way of nearly drowning is the central event. Their view of Baptism does not, need I say, stop at Total Immersion121. I imagine him by now a creature of the Forest. Perhaps I have mistaken my own destiny for his, and his Elevation," sighing, "has prov'd my Enearthment."
She speaks, it unfolds, of the Redzinger Farm, an hundred-acre Par?cel close to, if not actually in, Maryland,— no one will know until the English Surveyors come through. The Proprietors122 of both Provinces have been offering lower Land prices, sometimes even exemption124 from the Quit-rent, to any who'll settle near Boundaries in dispute. Peter Redzinger has always known good land, he can look at it and tell you, if you ask, what it will bear in Abundance, what it will not tolerate. This place, as he recogniz'd from frequent visits to it in Dreams since he was young, would give him back anything he wished. "When he walk'd it, he discover'd he was dowsing it with his feet, and for more than Water, too, and had to keep his Shoes on, because upon his bare soles he could not withstand Die Krafte, the Forces? It whispers to him. He can almost make out the words."
Sometimes he tried to talk to Luise about this, but with such difficulty that she always ended up thinking about her sister in Bethlehem, and the Dancing she might be missing, after all. "...And it comes from the wind moving through the underbrush.. .it is inside of the Wind, and they are real
words, and if you listen..." She must have known quite early, that the Hop-pit, or something as decisive, was waiting for them. Meanwhile, maize125 and morning glories, tomatoes and cherry trees, every flower and Esculent known to Linna;us, thriv'd. The seasons swept through, Mitzi, and then the Boys, were born, Luise and Peter built a Bakery, Smokehouse, Stables, Milk-barn, Hen-coop, Hop-kiln, and Cooling-pit. His brothers, and their families, live nearby. Like many in Lancaster County, they all have Fields planted to Hops and Hemp126. Each Crop, for its own reasons of Peace and War, is in rapidly growing demand, and fetching good prices.
Grodt, one of the farmers whose land adjoins the Redzingers', has long coveted127 their farm, and furthermore believes that both farms are located in Maryland. Under Maryland law, he knows he may get a warrant to resurvey his land, and in the process include any vacant land it happens to adjoin,— the property Line will be allow'd to stretch about and engross128 it,— by virtue129 of the Resurvey, it will become his. (Many were the ele?phantine tracts130 swallowed at one nibble131, in those times, by the country Mice thereabouts.) Land defined as vacant includes land once settled but now "in escheat," meaning gone back to the Proprietor123, usually for non?payment of taxes,— Luise has been paying the Quit-rents to Pennsylva?nia, but Grodt, contending that she dwells in Maryland and owes more back taxes there than she can ever pay, believes the land is escheatable.
"I am no attorney," I try to console her, "but his case sounds doubtful."
"If he goes ahead," warns Mr. Edgewise, "obtains a warrant, pays the caution money, has title, then it's his, if no one can prove the land isn't escheatable." All now fall to arguing about Land-Jobbery, the discussion growing at times spirited and personal. Everyone in the Coach, it seems, has suddenly become a Philadelphia Lawyer.
"Why," Mrs. Edgewise demands to know, "must this subject rouse quite so much Passion?"
The Purveyor132 of Delusion82 confers upon his wife a certain expression or twist of Phiz I daresay as old as Holy Scripture,— a lengthy133 range of Sentiment, all comprest into a single melancholick swing of the eyes. From some personal stowage he produces another Flask, containing, not the Spruce Beer ubiquitous in these parts, but that favor'd stupefacient of the jump'd-up tradesman, French claret,— and without offering it to anyone else, including his Wife, begins to drink. "It goes back," he
might have begun, "to the second Day of Creation, when 'G-d made the Firmament134, and divided the Waters which were under the Firmament, from the Waters which were above the Firmament,'— thus the first Boundary Line. All else after that, in all History, is but Sub-Division."
"What Machine is it," young Cherrycoke later bade himself good?night, "that bears us along so relentlessly135? We go rattling136 thro' another Day,— another Year,— as thro' an empty Town without a Name, in the Midnight.. .we have but Memories of some Pause at the Pleasure-Spas of our younger Day, the Maidens137, the Cards, the Claret,— we seek to extend our stay, but now a silent Functionary138 in dark Livery indicates it is time to re-board the Coach, and resume the Journey. Long before the Destination, moreover, shall this Machine come abruptly139 to a Stop...gather'd dense140 with Fear, shall we open the Door to confer with the Driver, to discover that there is no Driver,...no Horses,...only the Machine, fading as we stand, and a Prairie of desperate Immensity....”
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