the days of my life-第65节

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At　the　time　of　her　residence　in　Bungay　she　was　under　the　sway　of　a　Low　Church　mania；　and　used　to　appear　dressed　as　a　deaconess　and　with　a　large　Bible　pressed　against　her　middle。　Nor　was　she　above　laughing　at　herself　when　the　ludicrous　aspect　of　her　get…up　was　pointed　out　to　her。　Subsequently；　with　a　swing　of　the　mental　pendulum　she　became　equally　High　Church；　and　modelled　crucifixes　and　saints　extremely　well。　I　think　it　was　between　these　periods　that　she　was　with　difficulty　restrained　from　starting　off　alone　to　bee　a　missionary　in　China。　I　remember　well　that　when　her　sister　Mabel；　now　also　dead；　was　informed　of　one　of　these　phases　she　wrote　back：　“Oh！　for　goodness’　sake　leave　Marjorie　alone；　for　if　it　wasn’t　that；　it　would　be　‘Captain　Happy　Eliza’　with　a　tambourine！”
In　her　later　days；　after　her　mother’s　death　at　Bungay；　Marjorie　met　a　lady　doctor　who；　I　think；　treated　her　for　some　illness。　To　this　lady　and　her　husband　she　became　so　much　attached　that　not　only　did　she　go　to　live　with　them；　but　also　formally　adopted　their　family　name　and；　when　she　died；　left　them　everything　she　possessed。　I　believe　that　these　adopted　parents　were　very　kind　to　her；　and　nursed　her　well　during　her　last　painful　and　plicated　illness；　which　I　was　told　was　tuberculosis　in　its　origin。
It　was　only　during　her　last　years　that　Marjorie　took　to　writing；　which；　seeing　how　great　were　her　abilities　in　this　direction；　is　unfortunate。　It　is；　however；　quite　possible；　judging　from　what　I　know　of　her　disposition；　that　if　she　had　begun　earlier　she　would　have　wearied　of　the　business　and　cast　it　aside。　As　it　was；　she　showed　great　perseverance　under　distressing　circumstances；　for；　when　she　became　unable　to　use　her　right　hand；　she　taught　herself　to　write　with　the　left　and　in　all　sorts　of　strange　attitudes　made　necessary　by　her　plaint。　Personally　I　prefer　“Brother　Hilarius”　to　all　her　few　other　literary　efforts；　not　excluding　the　much…praised　“Roadmender；”　perhaps　because　of　its　charming　pictures　of　the　scenery　of　this　neighbourhood。
Marjorie　had　considerable　psychic　powers。　Thus　her　sister　Agnes　told　me　only　the　other　day　that　she　had　actually　known　her；　when　lying　helpless　in　bed；　to　read　a　newly　opened　letter　held　in　a　person’s　hand　at　the　other　end　of　a　long　room　far　beyond　her　reach　of　vision；　without；　of　course；　any　acquaintance　with　the　contents　of　the　letter。　Her　sister　told　me　also　—　she　was　present　at　the　time　—　she　believed　that　she　really　died　some　days　before　the　breath　actually　left　her。　In　this　connection　she　exampled　the　conduct　of　a　little　dog　in　the　house　—　I　think　it　was　a　fox…terrier　—　which　was　much　attached　to　Marjorie　and　for　long　weeks　at　a　time　could　scarcely　be　got　away　from　her　bedside。　A　few　days　before　her　actual　breathing　ceased；　however；　this　dog　suddenly　left　the　room；　and　could　not　by　any　means　be　prevailed　upon　to　return　there。　Such　at　least　is　the　story　as　it　came　to　me。
I　am　sorry　not　to　have　seen　more　of　Marjorie　during　her　last　years；　but　in　truth　she　vanished　away　from　kith　and　kin　and　friends。
Another　of　my　early　friends；　who；　I　am　glad　to　say；　still　survives；　is　Dr。　Wallis　Budge；20　the　head　of　the　Egyptian　Department　of　the　British　Museum；　to　whom　not　long　ago　I　dedicated　my　book　“Morning　Star；”　an　attention　that　pleased　him　very　much。　I　really　think　that　Budge　is　both　the　most　industrious　and　the　most　learned　man　of　my　acquaintance。　How　he　can　pass　all　the　work　he　gets　through　—　and　such　work！　—　is　to　me　one　of　the　marvels　of　the　age。　As　might　be　expected；　he　is　a　great　believer　in　the　Old　Egyptians；　indeed；　as　I　told　him　not　long　ago；　he　has　been　so　long　of　their　pany　in　spirit　that　almost　he　has　bee　one　of　them。　Budge　seems　to　be　of　opinion　that　the　ancient　thinkers　among　this　people　discovered　all　that　we　can　learn　of　the　mysteries　which　relate　to　the　life　of　the　soul；　the　resurrection；　etc。　In　times　that　passed　away　before　history　began　—　when；　as　he　says；　men　had　leisure　for　reflection　—　they　found　out　much　that　we　think　now。　Afterwards；　he　remarked　to　me；　the　medicine…man　and　the　paid　priest　arose　and　overlaid　the　truth　with　all　the　fantasies　and　formulas　and　ridiculous　details　of　symbolical　worship　which　it　was　to　their　advantage　to　imagine　and　maintain。　If　I　understand　him　right；　he　holds　that　religion　pure　and　undefiled　wells　up　spontaneously　in　the　heart　of　man；　and　that　afterwards　it　is　smothered；　and　even　killed；　with　the　dross　of　ritual　and　controversy　where　professional　theologians　pitch　their　camps。
There　has　been　much　talk　of　late　of　a　painted　board　on　which　a　face　is　carved；　which　once　rested　on　the　mummy　of　a　priestess　of　Amen　who　lived　about　1500　B。C。　It　has　been　supposed　to　bring　misfortune　to　those　who　had　anything　to　do　with　it；　or　who　even　looked　upon　it。
One　day　in　the　autumn　of　1889　a　gentleman　was　shown　into　Dr。　Budge’s　room　in　the　British　Museum　and；　producing　a　photograph　of　the　painted　board；　asked　him　to　tell　what　the　object　represented　was。　Budge　saw　at　once　that　it　was　an　object　of　which　the　Museum　had　few　examples；　and　that　it　was　in　a　good　state　of　preservation；　and　also　an　antica　of　considerable　value。　The　visitor　said；　“Do　you　want　it？”　Budge　said；　“Yes；　but　we　have　no　money。”　Visitor：　“I　don’t　want　money。　I’ll　give　it　to　you。”　Budge：　“Very　handsome　of　you。　Please　give　me　your　name　and　address；　and　I　will　report　your　generous　gift　to　the　Trustees。”　The　visitor　did　so；　but　lingered；　and　after　a　time　said；　“Could　you　send　for　it　today？”　There　was　difficulty；　it　then　being　three　o’clock；　in　getting　a　van　and　men；　but　they　were　got　and　sent　for　the　board。　The　visitor　asked　if　he　might　remain　till　the　board　came；　and　Budge　gave　him　books　to　look　at。　In　due　course　the　board　arrived　and　the　men　brought　it　upstairs；　and　the　visitor　got　up　and　thanked　Budge　profusely。　Said　Budge；　“The　thanks　are　due　to　you　from　us。”　Whereupon　the　visitor　took　Budge　by　the　hand　and　said　words　to　this　effect：　“Thank　God　you　have　taken　the　damned　thing！　There　is　an　evil　spirit　in　it　which　appears　in　its　eyes。　It　was　brought　home　by　a　friend　of　mine　who　was　travelling　with　Douglas　Murray；　and　he　lost　all　his　money　when　a　bank　in　China　broke；　and　his　daughter　died。　I　took　the　board　into　my　house。　The　eyes　frightened　my　daughter　into　a　sickness。　I　moved　it　to　another　room；　and　it　threw　down　a　china　cabi　and　smashed　a　lot　of　Sevres　china　in　it。　The　cook　saw　it　and　fainted；　and　the　other　servants　saw　flashes　of　fire　e　from　the　eyes；　and　ran　away　from　the　house。　A　friend　suggested　the　giving　it　to　the　Museum；　and；　thank　God！　you　have　accepted　it。　I　want　no　thanks。　I　shall　be　ever　in　your　debt。”　With　these　words　he　left　the　room　and　Budge　saw　him　no　more。　The　board　was　put　into　the　mummy　room；　and　Douglas　Murray　and　W。　T。　Stead　came　and　examined　it　and　said　it　possessed　psychic　powers　—　that　a　soul　in　torment　was　chained　up　in　the　board；　and　so　on。　All　this　got　into　the　papers；　and　much　nonsense　besides。　Budge　said　that　the　board　had　given　them　no　trouble；　and　published　it　in　one　of　his　books。
A　certain　mummy　had　many　weird　stories　attached　to　it。　It　was　bought　by　“Midge”　Ingram　of　the　Illustrated　London　News　and　brought　to　London。　Budge　was　sent　to　report　upon　it　by　his　chief；　Dr。　Birch；　and　he　said　it　belonged　to　the　Ptolemaic　Period　and　came　from　Akhmim　in　Upper　Egypt。　Ingram　bought　it　in　Luxor；　and　was　said　to　have　carried　it　off　without　paying　what　the　native　wanted　for　it。　The　native　ran　after　the　boat　along　the　bank　for　miles；　and　cursed　Ingram　with　all　his　might　in　the　name　of　Allah。　Among　the　inscriptions　on　the　coffin　were　extracts　from　a　funerary　work；　and　the　copy　of　it　in　the　British　Museum　had　a　curse　attached。　The　curse　declared　that　the　man　who　stole　the　work；　or　burnt　it；　or　buried　it；　or　drowned　it；　should　be　blotted　out；　his　body　and　seed　destroyed　for　ever；　etc。　During　a　shooting　tour　in　Somaliland　Ingram　shot　at　a　huge　she…elephant　with　buck…shot　and　enraged　the　beast。　He　fired　again；　and　the　elephant　pursued　him　among　the　palms；　and　finally　caught　him　with　her　trunk　and　lifted　him　into　the　air　and　dashed　him　limb　from　limb。　Then　she　found　the　trunk　and　trod　it　with　her　feet　to　a　pulp。　Sir　Henry　Meux；　who　was　of　the　party；　collected　the　remains；　put　them　in　a　box　and　buried　them；　but　a　few　days　later　the　box　was　washed　out　of　its　bed；　and　the　party　decided　to　carry　it　to　the　sea…coast。　Before　Ingram　left　England　he　gave　the　mummy　—　which　he　had　agreed　to　sell　to　the　British　Museum　—　to　Lady　Meux　of　Theobalds　Park；　who　placed　it　in　her　Egyptian　collection。　There　it　lay　for　several　years；　and　Lady　Meux　used　to　go　the　museum　every　day　and　pray　by　the　side　of　the　case　containing　it。　Budge　published　a　full　description　of　the　mummy　and　coffin；　and　a　splendid　collotype　reproduction　of　the　coffin；　in　the　“Catalogue”　of　the　Meux　Collection　which　he　made　for　Lady　Meux。　The　collection　was　bequeathed　to　the　British　Museum　by　Lady　Meux；　but　her　conditions　were　such　that　the　proposed　gift　could　not　be　accepted。　The　collection　was　then　sold　by　auction　and　dispersed。
I　asked　Budge　if　he　believed　in　the　efficacy　of　curses。　He　hesitated　to　answer。　At　length　he　said　that　in　the　East　men　believed　that　curses　took　effect；　and　that　he　had　always　avoided　driving　a　native　to　curse　him。　A　c