THE HISTORY OF THE CALIPH VATHEK(加里弗.维克史)

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THE HISTORY OF THE CALIPH VATHEK

THE HISTORY OF THE

CALIPH VATHEK

THE HISTORY OF THE CALIPH VATHEK

INTRODUCTION

William Beckford, born in 1759, the year before the accession of King

George the Third, was the son of an Alderman who became twice Lord

Mayor of London. His family, originally of Gloucestershire, had thriven

by the plantations in Jamaica; and his father, sent to school in England,

and forming a school friendship at Westminster with Lord Mansfield,

began the world in this country as a merchant, with inheritance of an

enormous West India fortune. William Beckford the elder became

Magistrate, Member of Parliament, Alderman. Four years before the

birth of William Beckford the younger he became one of the Sheriffs of

London, and three years after his son's birth he was Lord Mayor. As

Mayor he gave very sumptuous dinners that made epochs in the lives of

feeding men. His son's famous "History of the Caliph Vathek" looks as if it

had been planned for an Alderman's dream after a very heavy dinner at the

Mansion House. There is devotion in it to the senses, emphasis on heavy

dining. Vathek piqued himself on being the greatest eater alive; but when

the Indian dined with him, though the tables were thirty times covered,

there was still want of more food for the voracious guest. There is thirst:

for at one part of the dream, when Vathek's mother, his wives, and some

eunuchs "assiduously employed themselves in filling bowls of rock crystal,

and emulously presented them to him, it frequently happened that his

avidity exceeded their zeal, insomuch that he would prostrate himself

upon the ground to lap up the water, of which he could never have

enough." And the nightmare incidents of the Arabian tale all culminate

in a most terrible heartburn. Could the conception of Vathek have first

come to the son after a City dinner?

Though a magnificent host, the elder Beckford was no glutton. In the

year of his first Mayoralty, 1763, Beckford, stood by the side of Alderman

Wilkes, attacked for his No. 45 of The North Briton. As champion of the

popular cause, when he had been again elected to the Mayoralty, Beckford,

on the 23rd of May, 1770, went up to King George the Third at the head of

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the Aldermen and Livery with an address which the king snubbed with a

short answer. Beckford asked leave to reply, and before His Majesty

recovered breath from his astonishment, proceeded to reply in words that

remain graven in gold upon his monument in Guildhall. Young Beckford,

the author of "Vathek," was then a boy not quite eleven years old, an only

son; and he was left three years afterwards, by his father's death, heir to an

income of a hundred thousand a year, with a million of cash in hand.

During his minority young Beckford's mother, who was a

granddaughter of the sixth Earl of Abercorn, placed him under a private

tutor. He was taught music by Mozart; and the Earl of Chatham, who

had been his father's friend, thought him so fanciful a boy--"all air and

fire"--that he advised his mother to keep the Arabian Nights out of his way.

Happily she could not, for Vathek adds the thousand and second to the

thousand and one tales, with the difference that it joins to wild inventions

in the spirit of the East touches of playful extravagance that could come

only from an English humourist who sometimes laughed at his own tale,

and did not mind turning its comic side to the reader. The younger

William Beckford had been born at his father's seat in Wiltshire, Fonthill

Abbey; and at seventeen amused himself with a caricature "History of

Extraordinary Painters," encouraging the house-keeper of Fonthill to show

the pictures to visitors as works of Og of Basan and other worthies in her

usual edifying manner.

Young Beckford's education was continued for a year and a half at

Geneva. He then travelled in Italy and the Low Countries, and it was at

this time that he amused himself by writing, at the age of about twenty-

two, "Vathek" in French, at a single sitting; but he gave his mind to it and

the sitting lasted three days and two nights. An English version of it was

made by a stranger, and published without permission in 1784. Beckford

himself published his tale at Paris and Lausanne in 1787, one year after the

death of a wife to whom he had been three years married, and who left

him with two daughters.

Beckford went to Portugal and Spain; returned to France, and was

present at the storming of the Bastille. He was often abroad; he bought

Gibbon's library at Lausanne, and shut himself up with it for a time,

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having a notion of reading it through. He was occasionally in Parliament,

but did not care for that kind of amusement. He wrote pieces of less

enduring interest than "Vathek," including two burlesques upon the

sentimental novel of his time. In 1796 he settled down at Fonthill, and

began to spend there abundantly on building and rebuilding. Perhaps he

thought of Vathek's tower when he employed workmen day and night to

build a tower for himself three hundred feet high, and set them to begin it

again when it fell down. He is said to have spent upon Fonthill a quarter

of a million, living there in much seclusion during the last twenty years of

his life. He died in 1844.

The happy thought of this William Beckford's life was "Vathek." It is

a story that paints neither man nor outward nature as they are, but

reproduces with happy vivacity the luxuriant imagery and wild incidents

of an Arabian tale. There is a ghost of a moral in the story of a sensual

Caliph going to the bad, as represented by his final introduction to the

Halls of Eblis. But the enjoyment given by the book reflects the real

enjoyment that the author had in writing it--enjoyment great enough to

cause it to be written at a heat, in one long sitting, without flagging power.

Young and lively, he delivered himself up to a free run of fancy, revelled

in the piled-up enormities of the Wicked Mother, who had not brought up

Vathek properly, and certainly wrote some parts of his nightmare tale as

merrily as if he were designing matter for a pantomime.

Whoever, in reading "Vathek," takes it altogether seriously, does not

read it as it was written. We must have an eye for the vein of caricature

that now and then comes to the surface, and invites a laugh without

disturbing the sense of Eastern extravagance bent seriously upon the

elaboration of a tale crowded with incident and action. Taken altogether

seriously, the book has faults of construction. But the faults turn into

beauties when we catch the twinkle in the writer's eye.

H. M.

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VATHEK

Vathek, ninth Caliph of the race of the Abassides, was the son of

Motassem, and the grandson of Haroun Al Raschid. From an early

accession to the throne, and the talents he possessed to adorn it, his

subjects were induced to expect that his reign would be long and happy.

His figure was pleasing and majestic; but when he was angry one of his

eyes became so terrible that no person could bear to behold it, and the

wretch upon whom it was fixed instantly fell backward, and sometimes

expired. For fear, however, of depopulating his dominions and making

his palace desolate he but rarely gave way to his anger.

Being much addicted to women and the pleasures of the table, he

sought by his affability to procure agreeable companions; and he

succeeded the better as his generosity was unbounded, and his indulgences

unrestrained, for he was by no means scrupulous, nor did he think with the

Caliph Omar Ben Abdalaziz that it was necessary to make a hell of this

world to enjoy Paradise in the next.

He surpassed in magnificence all his predecessors. The palace of

Alkoremmi, which his father Motassem had erected on the hill of Pied

Horses, and which commanded the whole city of Samarah, was in his idea

far too scanty; he added therefore five wings, or rather other palaces,

which he destined for the particular gratification of each of his senses.

In the first of these were tables continually covered with the most

exquisite dainties, which were supplied both by night and by day,

according to their constant consumption, whilst the most delicious wines

and the choicest cordials flowed forth from a hundred fountains that were

never exhausted. This palace was called "The Eternal or Unsatiating

Banquet."

The second was styled "The Temple of Melody, or the Nectar of the

Soul." It was inhabited by the most skilful musicians and admired poets

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of the time, who not only displayed their talents within, but, dispersing in

bands without, caused every surrounding scene to reverberate their songs,

which were continually varied in the most delightful succession.

The palace named "The Delight of the Eyes, or the Support of

Memory," was one entire enchantment. Rarities collected from every

corner of the earth were there found in such profusion as to dazzle and

confound, but for the order in which they were arranged. One gallery

exhibited the pictures of the celebrated Mani, and statues that seemed to

be alive. Here a well-managed perspective attracted the sight; there the

magic of optics agreeably deceived it; whilst the naturalist on his part

exhibited, in their several classes, the various gifts that Heaven had

bestowed on our globe. In a word, Vathek omitted nothing in this palace

that might gratify the curiosity of those who resorted to it, although he was

not able to satisfy his own, for he was of all men the most curious.

"The Palace of Perfumes," which was termed likewise "The Incentive

to Pleasure," consisted of various halls, where the different perfumes

which the earth produces were kept perpetually burning in censers of gold.

Flambeaux and aromatic lamps were here lighted in open day. But the

too powerful effects of this agreeable delirium might be avoided by

descending into an immense garden, where an assemblage of every

fragrant flower diffused through the air the purest odours.

The fifth palace, denominated "The Retreat of Joy, or the Dangerous,"

was frequented by troops of young females beautiful as the houris, and not

less seducing, who never failed to receive with caresses all whom the

Caliph allowed to approach them; for he was by no means disposed to be

jealous, as his own women were secluded within the palace he inhabited

himself.

Notwithstanding the sensuality in which Vathek indulged, he

experienced no abatement in the love of his people, who thought that a

sovereign immersed in pleasure was not less tolerable to his subjects than

one that employed himself in creating them foes. But the unquiet and

impetuous disposition of the Caliph would not allow him to rest there; he

had studied so much for his amusement in the lifetime of his father as to

acquire a great deal of knowledge, though not a sufficiency to satisfy

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himself; for he wished to know everything, even sciences that did not exist.

He was fond of engaging in disputes with the learned, but liked them not

to push their opposition with warmth; he stopped the mouths of those with

presents whose mouths could be stopped, whilst others, whom his

liberality was unable to subdue, he sent to prison to cool their blood: a

remedy that often succeeded.

Vathek discovered also a predilection for theological controversy, but

it was not with the orthodox that he usually held. By this means he

induced the zealots to oppose him, and then persecuted them in return; for

he resolved at any rate to have reason on his side.

The great prophet Mahomet, whose vicars the caliphs are, beheld with

indignation from his abode in the seventh heaven the irreligious conduct

of such a vicegerent. "Let us leave him to himself," said he to the genii,

who are always ready to receive his commands; "let us see to what lengths

his folly and impiety will carry him; if he run into excess we shall know

how to chastise him. Assist him, therefore, to complete the tower which, in

imitation of Nimrod, he hath begun, not, like that great warrior, to escape

being drowned, but from the insolent curiosity of penetrating the secrets of

Heaven; he will not divine the fate that awaits him."

The genii obeyed, and when the workmen had raised their structure a

cubit in the day-time, two cubits more were added in the night. The

expedition with which the fabric arose was not a little flattering to the

vanity of Vathek. He fancied that even insensible matter showed a

forwardness to subserve his designs, not considering that the successes of

the foolish and wicked form the first rod of their chastisement.

His pride arrived at its height when, having ascended for the first time

the eleven thousand stairs of his tower, he cast his eyes below, and beheld

men not larger than pismires, mountains than shells, and cities than bee-

hives. The idea which such an elevation inspired of his own grandeur

completely bewildered him; he was almost ready to adore himself, till,

lifting his eyes upward, he saw the stars as high above him as they

appeared when he stood on the surface of the earth. He consoled himself,

however, for this transient perception of his littleness with the thought of

being great in the eyes of others, and flattered himself that the light of his

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mind would extend beyond the reach of his sight, and transfer to the stars

the decrees of his destiny.

With this view the inquisitive prince passed most of his nights on the

summit of his tower, till he became an adept in the mysteries of astrology,

and imagined that the planets had disclosed to him the most marvellous

adventures, which were to be accomplished by an extraordinary personage

from a country altogether unknown. Prompted by motives of curiosity, he

had always been courteous to strangers, but from this instant he redoubled

his attention, and ordered it to be announced by sound of trumpet, through

all the streets of Samarah, that no one of his subjects, on peril of

displeasure, should either lodge or detain a traveller, but forthwith bring

him to the palace.

Not long after this proclamation there arrived in his metropolis a man

so hideous that the very guards who arrested him were forced to shut their

eyes as they led him along. The Caliph himself appeared startled at so

horrible a visage, but joy succeeded to this emotion of terror when the

stranger displayed to his view such rarities as he had never before seen,

and of which he had no conception.

In reality, nothing was ever so extraordinary as the merchandise this

stranger produced; most of his curiosities, which were not less admirable

for their workmanship than splendour, had, besides, their several virtues

described on a parchment fastened to each. There were slippers which

enabled the feet to walk; knives that out without the motion of a hand;

sabres which dealt the blow at the person they were wished to strike; and

the whole enriched with gems that were hitherto unknown.

The sabres, whose blades emitted a dazzling radiance, fixed more than

all the Caliph's attention, who promised himself to decipher at his leisure

the uncouth characters engraven on their sides. Without, therefore,

demanding their price, he ordered all the coined gold to be brought from

his treasury, and commanded the merchant to take what he pleased; the

stranger complied with modesty and silence.

Vathek, imagining that the merchant's taciturnity was occasioned by

the awe which his presence inspired, encouraged him to advance, and

asked him, with an air of condescension, "Who he was? whence he came?

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and where he obtained such beautiful commodities?" The man, or rather

monster, instead of making a reply, thrice rubbed his forehead, which, as

well as his body, was blacker than ebony, four times clapped his paunch,

the projection of which was enormous, opened wide his huge eyes, which

glowed like firebrands, began to laugh with a hideous noise, and

discovered his long amber-coloured teeth bestreaked with green.

The Caliph, though a little startled, renewed his inquiries, but without

being able to procure a reply; at which, beginning to be ruffled, he

exclaimed: "Knowest thou, varlet, who I am? and at whom thou art

aiming thy gibes?" Then, addressing his guards, "Have ye heard him

speak? is he dumb?"

"He hath spoken," they replied, "though but little."

"Let him speak again, then," said Vathek, "and tell me who he is, from

whence he came, and where he procured these singular curiosities, or I

swear by the ass of Balaam that I will make him rue his pertinacity."

The menace was accompanied by the Caliph with one of his angry and

perilous glances, which the stranger sustained without the slightest

emotion, although his eyes were fixed on the terrible eye of the prince.

No words can describe the amazement of the courtiers when they

beheld this rude merchant withstand the encounter unshocked. They all

fell prostrate with their faces on the ground to avoid the risk of their lives,

and continued in the same abject posture till the Caliph exclaimed in a

furious tone, "Up, cowards! seize the miscreant! see that he be committed

to prison and guarded by the best of my soldiers! Let him, however,

retain the money I gave him; it is not my intent to take from him his

property; I only want him to speak."

No sooner had he uttered these words than the stranger was

surrounded, pinioned with strong fetters, and hurried away to the prison of

the great tower, which was encompassed by seven empalements of iron

bars, and armed with spikes in every direction longer and sharper than

spits.

The Caliph, nevertheless, remained in the most violent agitation; he sat

down indeed to eat, but of the three hundred covers that were daily placed

before him could taste of no more than thirty- two. A diet to which he

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had been so little accustomed was sufficient of itself to prevent him from

sleeping; what then must be its effect when joined to the anxiety that

preyed upon his spirits? At the first glimpse of dawn he hastened to the

prison, again to importune this intractable stranger; but the rage of Vathek

exceeded all bounds on finding the prison empty, the gates burst asunder,

and his guards lying lifeless around him. In the paroxysm of his passion

he fell furiously on the poor carcases, and kicked them till evening without

intermission. His courtiers and vizirs exerted their efforts to soothe his

extravagance, but finding every expedient ineffectual, they all united in

one vociferation: "The Caliph is gone mad! the Caliph is out of his

senses!"

This outcry, which soon resounded through the streets of Samarah, at

length reaching the ears of Carathis, his mother, she flew in the utmost

consternation to try her ascendency on the mind of her son. Her tears

and caresses called off his attention, and he was prevailed upon by her

entreaties to be brought back to the palace.

Carathis, apprehensive of leaving Vathek to himself, caused him to be

put to bed, and seating herself by him, endeavoured by her conversation to

heal and compose him. Nor could any one have attempted it with better

success, for the Caliph not only loved her as a mother, but respected her as

a person of superior genius; it was she who had induced him, being a

Greek herself, to adopt all the sciences and systems of her country, which

good Mussulmans hold in such thorough abhorrence. Judicial astrology

was one of those systems in which Carathis was a perfect adept; she began,

therefore, with reminding her son of the promise which the stars had made

him, and intimated an intention of consulting them again.

"Alas!" sighed the Caliph, as soon as he could speak, "what a fool

have I been! not for the kicks bestowed on my guards who so tamely

submitted to death, but for never considering that this extraordinary man

was the same the planets had foretold, whom, instead of ill-treating, I

should have conciliated by all the arts of persuasion."

"The past," said Carathis, "cannot be recalled, but it behoves us to

think of the future; perhaps you may again see the object you so much

regret; it is possible the inscriptions on the sabres will afford information.

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