ShortlyafterElliston’sseparationfromhiswife-nownearly
fouryearsago-hisassociateshadobservedasingulargloomspreading
overhisdailylife,likethosechill,graymiststhatsometimessteal
awaythesunshinefromasummer’smorning。Thesymptomscausedthem
endlessperplexity。Theyknewnotwhetherillhealthwererobbing
hisspiritsofelasticity;orwhetheracankerofthemindwas
graduallyeating,assuchcankersdo,fromhismoralsystemintothe
physicalframe,whichisbuttheshadowoftheformer。Theylookedfor
therootofthistroubleinhisshatteredschemesofdomesticbliss-
wilfullyshatteredbyhimself-butcouldnotbesatisfiedofits
existencethere。Somethoughtthattheironcebrilliantfriendwas
inanincipientstageofinsanity,ofwhichhispassionateimpulses
hadperhapsbeentheforerunners;othersprognosticatedageneral
blightandgradualdecline。FromRoderick’sownlips,theycouldlearn
nothing。Morethanonce,itistrue,hehadbeenheardtosay,
clutchinghishandsconvulsivelyuponhisbreast-“Itgnawsme!It
gnawsme!”-but,bydifferentauditors,agreatdiversityof
explanationwasassignedtothisominousexpression。Whatcoulditbe,
thatgnawedthebreastofRoderickElliston?Wasitsorrow?Wasit
merelythetoothofphysicaldisease?Or,inhisrecklesscourse,
oftenverginguponprofligacy,ifnotplungingintoitsdepths,hadhe
beenguiltyofsomedeed,whichmadehisbosomapreytothe
deadlierfangsofremorse?Therewasplausiblegroundforeachof
theseconjectures;butitmustnotbeconcealedthatmorethanone
elderlygentleman,thevictimofgoodcheerandslothfulhabits,
magisteriallypronouncedthesecretofthewholemattertobe
Dyspepsia!
Meanwhile,Roderickseemedawarehowgenerallyhehadbecomethe
subjectofcuriosityandconjecture,and,withamorbidrepugnance
tosuchnotice,ortoanynoticewhatsoever,estrangedhimselffrom
allcompanionship。Notmerelytheeyeofmanwasahorrortohim;
notmerelythelightofafriend’scountenance;buteventheblessed
sunshine,likewise,which,initsuniversalbeneficence,typifies
theradianceoftheCreator’sface,expressinghisloveforallthe
creaturesofhishand。Theduskytwilightwasnowtootransparent
forRoderickElliston;theblackestmidnightwashischosenhourto
stealabroad;andifeverhewereseen,itwaswhenthewatchman’s
lanterngleameduponhisfigure,glidingalongthestreetwithhis
handsclutcheduponhisbosom,stillmuttering:“Itgnawsme!Itgnaws
me!”Whatcoulditbethatgnawedhim?
Afteratime,itbecameknownthatEllistonwasinthehabitof
resortingtoallthenotedquacksthatinfestedthecity,orwhom
moneywouldtempttojourneythitherfromadistance。Byoneof
thesepersons,intheexultationofasupposedcure,itwasproclaimed
farandwide,bydintofhand-billsandlittlepamphletsondingy
paper,thatadistinguishedgentleman,RoderickElliston,Esq。,had
beenrelievedofaSNAKEinhisstomach!Soherewasthemonstrous
secret,ejectedfromitslurking-placeintopublicview,inallits
horribledeformity。Themysterywasout;butnotsothebosomserpent。
He,ifitwereanythingbutadelusion,stilllaycoiledinhisliving
den。Theempiric’scurehadbeenasham,theeffectitwassupposed,
ofsomestupefyingdrug,whichmorenearlycausedthedeathofthe
patientthanoftheodiousreptilethatpossessedhim。WhenRoderick
Ellistonregainedentiresensibility,itwastofindhismisfortune
thetowntalk-themorethanninedays’wonderandhorror-while,at
hisbosom,hefeltthesickeningmotionofathingalive,andthe
gnawingofthatrestlessfang,whichseemedtogratifyatoncea
physicalappetiteandafiendishspite。
Hesummonedtheoldblackservant,whohadbeenbredupinhis
father’shouse,andwasamiddle-agedmanwhileRodericklayinhis
cradle。
“Scipio!”hebegan;andthenpaused,withhisarmsfoldedover
hisheart。“Whatdopeoplesayofme,Scipio?”
“Sir!mypoormaster!thatyouhadaserpentinyourbosom。”
answeredtheservant,withhesitation。
“Andwhatelse?”askedRoderick,withaghastlylookattheman。
“Nothingelse,dearmaster。”repliedScipio;“onlythatthe
Doctorgaveyouapowder,andthatthesnakeleaptoutuponthe
floor。”
“No,no!”mutteredRodericktohimself,asheshookhishead,and
pressedhishandswithamoreconvulsiveforceuponhisbreast-“I
feelhimstill。Itgnawsme!Itgnawsme!”
Fromthistime,themiserablesuffererceasedtoshuntheworld,
butrathersolicitedandforcedhimselfuponthenoticeof
acquaintancesandstrangers。Itwaspartlytheresultof
desperation,onfindingthatthecavernofhisownbosomhadnot
proveddeepanddarkenoughtohidethesecret,evenwhileitwasso
secureafortressfortheloathsomefiendthathadcreptintoit。
Butstillmore,thiscravingfornotorietywasasymptomofthe
intensemorbidnesswhichnowpervadedhisnature。Allpersons,
chronicallydiseased,areegotists,whetherthediseasebeofthemind
orbody;whethersin,sorrow,ormerelythemoretolerablecalamityof
someendlesspain,ormischiefamongthecordsofmortallife。Such
individualsaremadeacutelyconsciousofaself,bythetorturein
whichitdwells。Self,therefore,growstobesoprominentanobject
withthem,thattheycannotbutpresentittothefaceofeverycasual
passer-by。Thereisapleasure-perhapsthegreatestofwhichthe
suffererissusceptible-indisplayingthewastedorulceratedlimb,
orthecancerinthebreast;andthefoulerthecrime,withsomuch
themoredifficultydoestheperpetratorpreventitfromthrusting
upitssnake-likeheadtofrightentheworld;foritisthatcancer,
orthatcrime,whichconstitutestheirrespectiveindividuality。
RoderickElliston,who,alittlewhilebeforehadheldhimselfso
scornfullyabovethecommonlotofmen,nowpaidfullallegianceto
thishumiliatinglaw。Thesnakeinhisbosomseemedthesymbolofa
monstrousegotism,towhicheverythingwasreferred,andwhichhe
pampered,nightandday,withacontinualandexclusivesacrificeof
devil-worship。
Hesoonexhibitedwhatmostpeopleconsideredindubitabletokensof
insanity。Insomeofhismoods,strangetosay,hepridedand
gloriedhimselfonbeingmarkedoutfromtheordinaryexperienceof
mankind,bythepossessionofadoublenature,andalifewithina
life。Heappearedtoimaginethatthesnakewasadivinity-not
celestial,itistrue,butdarklyinfernal-andthathethencederived
aneminenceandasanctity,horrid,indeed,yetmoredesirablethan
whateverambitionaimsat。Thushedrewhismiseryaroundhimlikea
regalmantle,andlookeddowntriumphantlyuponthosewhosevitals
nourishednodeadlymonster。Oftener,however,hishumannature
asserteditsempireoverhim,intheshapeofayearningfor
fellowship。Itgrewtobehiscustomtospendthewholedayin
wanderingaboutthestreets,aimlessly,unlessitmightbecalledan
aimtoestablishaspeciesofbrotherhoodbetweenhimselfandthe
world。Withcankeredingenuity,hesoughtouthisowndiseaseinevery
breast。Whetherinsaneornot,heshowedsokeenaperceptionof
frailty,error,andvice,thatmanypersonsgavehimcreditfor
beingpossessednotmerelywithaserpent,butwithanactualfiend,
whoimpartedthisevilfacultyofrecognizingwhateverwasugliest
inman’sheart。
Forinstance,hemetanindividual,who,forthirtyyears,had
cherishedahatredagainsthisownbrother。Roderick,amidstthe
throngofthestreet,laidhishandonthisman’schest,andlooking
fullintohisforbiddingface,
“Howisthesnaketoday?”-heinquired,withamockexpressionof
sympathy。
“Thesnake!”exclaimedthebrother-hater-“Whatdoyoumean?”
“Thesnake!Thesnake!Doeshegnawyou?”persistedRoderick。
“Didyoutakecounselwithhimthismorning,whenyoushouldhavebeen
sayingyourprayers?Didhesting,whenyouthoughtofyour
brother’shealth,wealth,andgoodrepute?Didhecaperforjoy,
whenyourememberedtheprofligacyofhisonlyson?Andwhetherhe
stung,orwhetherhefrolicked,didyoufeelhispoisonthroughout
yourbodyandsoul,convertingeverythingtosournessand
bitterness?Thatisthewayofsuchserpents。Ihavelearnedthewhole
natureofthemfrommyown!”
“Whereisthepolice?”roaredtheobjectofRoderick’spersecution,
atthesametimegivinganinstinctiveclutchtohisbreast。“Whyis
thislunaticallowedtogoatlarge?”
“Ha,ha!”chuckledRoderick,releasinghisgraspoftheman。“His
bosomserpenthasstunghimthen!”
Often,itpleasedtheunfortunateyoungmantovexpeoplewitha
lightersatire,yetstillcharacterizedbysomewhatofsnake-like
virulence。Onedayheencounteredanambitiousstatesman,and
gravelyinquiredafterthewelfareofhisboa-constrictor;forofthat
species,Roderickaffirmed,thisgentleman’sserpentmustneedsbe,
sinceitsappetitewasenormousenoughtodevourthewholecountryand
constitution。Atanothertime,hestoppedaclose-fistedoldfellow,
ofgreatwealth,butwhoskulkedaboutthecityintheguiseofa
scare-crow,withapatchedbluesurtout,brownhat,andmouldy
boots,scrapingpencetogether,andpickinguprustynails。Pretending
tolookearnestlyatthisrespectableperson’sstomach,Roderick
assuredhimthathissnakewasacopper-head,andhadbeengenerated
bytheimmensequantitiesofthatbasemetal,withwhichhedaily
defiledhisfingers。Again,heassaultedamanofrubicundvisage,and
toldhimthatfewbosomserpentshadmoreofthedevilinthem,than
thosethatbreedinthevatsofadistillery。ThenextwhomRoderick
honoredwithhisattentionwasadistinguishedclergyman,whohappened
justthentobeengagedinatheologicalcontroversy,wherehuman
wrathwasmoreperceptiblethandivineinspiration。
“Youhaveswallowedasnake,inacupofsacramentalwine。”quoth
he。
“Profanewretch!”exclaimedthedivine;but,nevertheless,hishand
stoletohisbreast。
Hemetapersonofsicklysensibility,who,onsomeearly
disappointment,hadretiredfromtheworld,andthereafterheldno
intercoursewithhisfellow-men,butbroodedsullenlyor
passionatelyovertheirrevocablepast。Thisman’sveryheart,if
Roderickmightbebelieved,hadbeenchangedintoaserpent,which
wouldfinallytormentbothhimanditselftodeath。Observinga
marriedcouple,whosedomestictroubleswerematterofnotoriety,he
condoledwithbothonhavingmutuallytakenahouse-addertotheir
bosoms。Toanenviousauthor,whodeprecatedworkswhichhecould
neverequal,hesaidthathissnakewastheslimiestandfilthiest
ofallthereptiletribe,butwasfortunatelywithoutasting。Aman
ofimpurelife,andabrazenface,askingRoderickiftherewereany
serpentinhisbreast,hetoldhimthattherewas,andofthesame
speciesthatoncetorturedDonRodrigo,theGoth。Hetookafairyoung
girlbythehand,andgazingsadlyintohereyes,warnedherthat
shecherishedaserpentofthedeadliestkindwithinhergentle
breast;andtheworldfoundthetruthofthoseominouswords,when,
afewmonthsafterwards,thepoorgirldiedofloveandshame。Two
ladies,rivalsinfashionablelife,whotormentedoneanotherwitha
thousandlittlestingsofwomanishspite,weregiventounderstand,
thateachoftheirheartswasanestofdiminutivesnakes,whichdid
quiteasmuchmischiefasonegreatone。
ButnothingseemedtopleaseRoderickbetterthantolayholdof
apersoninfectedwithjealousy,whichherepresentedasanenormous
greenreptile,withanice-coldlengthofbody,andthesharpeststing
ofanysnakesaveone。
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