In the Louvre is a statue of Ptah-meh, high priest of Memphis. On it are the significant words: "Nothing was hidden from him." A pa.s.sage of Zosimus states that what was hidden it was illicit to reveal, except, Jamblicus explained, to those whose discretion a long novitiate had a.s.sured. To such only was disclosed the secret that life is death in a land of darkness, and death is life in a land of light.
It was because of this that the pharaohs seated themselves colossally before the temple doors. It was because of it that their palaces were inns and their tombs were homes. It was because of it that their sepulchres were built for eternity and the tenements of their souls placed there embalmed. It was because of this that the triumphs of men were inscribed in the halls of the G.o.ds. Instead of seeking to be absorbed, it was their own inextinguishable individuality that they endeavoured to a.s.sert. Tombs, tenements, triumphs, these all were preparations for the Land of Light.
The land was Alu, the asphodel meadows of the celestial Nile that wound through the Milky Way. To reach it a pa.s.sport, vise"d by Osiris, sufficed. The first draft of that pa.s.sport was held to have been written on tablets of alabaster, in letters of lapis lazuli, by an eidolon of Ra, who, known in Egypt as Thoth, elsewhere was Hermes Thrice the Greatest.
At Memphis, Hermes was regarded as representing the personification of divine wisdom, or, more exactly perhaps, the inventive power of the human mind. A little library of forty-two books--which a patricist saw, but not being initiate could not read--was attributed to him.[17]
The books contained the entire hieratic belief. Fragments that are held to have survived in an extant Greek novel are obviously Egyptian, but as obviously Alexandrine and neo-platonic. In the _editio princeps_ Pheidias is mentioned. Mention of Michel Angelo would have been less anachronistic. The original books are gone, all of them, forever, perhaps, save one, chapters of which are as old as the fourth dynasty and, it may be, are still older. Pyramid texts of the fifth dynasty show that there then existed what to-day is termed _The Book of the Dead_, a copy of which, put in a mummy"s arms, was a talisman for the soul in the Court of Amenti, a pa.s.sport thence to the Land of Light.
[Footnote 17: Clemens Alexandrinos: Stromata vi.]
"There is no book like it, man hath not spoken it, earth hath not heard it"--very truthfully it recites of itself. One copy, known as the Louvre Papyrus, presents the _Divine Comedy_, as primarily conceived and ill.u.s.trated by an archaic Dore. Text and vignettes display the tribunal where the souls of the dead are judged.
In the foreground is an altar. Adjacent is a figure, half griffon, half chimera, the Beast of Amenti, perhaps too of the Apocalypse.
Beyond, an ape poises a pair of scales. For balance is an ostrich feather. Above are the spirits of fate. At the left Osiris is enthroned. From a balcony his a.s.sessors lean. At the right is the entrance. There the disembodied, ushered by Truth, appears and, in homages and genuflections, affirms negatively the decalogue; protesting before the Master of Eternity that there is no evil in him; praying the dwellers in Amenti that he may cross the dark way; declaring to each that he has not committed the particular sin over which they preside.
"O Eater of Spirits gone out of the windows of Alu! O Master of the Faces!" he variously calls. "O the One who a.s.sociates the Splendours!
O the Glowing Feet gone out of the Night! I did not lie. I did not kill. I have not been anxious. I did not talk abundantly. I made no one weep. No heart have I harmed."
The a.s.sessors listen. "I have not been anxious. I made no one weep. No heart have I harmed." These abstentions, graces now, were virtues then, and so efficacious that they perhaps sufficed, as rightly they should, for absolution.
But while the a.s.sessors listen and Osiris looks gravely on, no one accuses. It is conscience in its nakedness, conscience exposed there where all may see it, where for the first time perhaps it truly sees itself, and seeing realizes what there is in it of evil and what of good, it is that which protests.
Still the a.s.sessors listen. Orthodoxy on the part of the respondent is to them a minor thing. What they require is that he shall have been merciful to his fellow creatures, true to himself. Only when it is proven that he has done his duty to man, is he permitted to show that he has done his duty to G.o.ds.
The appeal continues: "I fed the hungry, clothed the naked, I gave water to them that thirsted. O ye that dwell in Amenti! I am unpolluted, I am pure."
But is it true? The scales decide. The heart of the respondent is weighed. If heavy, out it is cast to pa.s.s with him again through life"s infernal circles. But, if light as the feather in the balance and therefore equal with truth, it is restored to the body, which then resurrects and, in the bark of the Sun, sails the celestial Nile to Ra and the Land of Light.
That singer gone out of Amenti, actually, like Osiris, rose from the dead. The picture which a papyrus forty centuries old presents, is the dream of a vision that Michel Angelo displayed, a sketch for a papal fresco. Such indeed was the conformity between the underlying conceptions, that, at almost the first monition, Isis, whose veil no mortal had raised, lifted it from her black breast and suckled there the infant Jesus. Then, presently, in temples that had teemed, the silence of the desert brooded. The tide of life retreated, an entire theogony vanished, exorcised, both of them, by the sign of the cross.
At sight of the unimagined emblem, a priesthood who in secret sanctuaries had evolved nearly all but that, flung themselves into crypts beneath, pulled the walls down after them, burying unembalmed the arcana of a creed whose spirit still is immortal.
In Egypt, then, only tombs and necropoles survived. But it is legendary that, in the solitudes of the Thebad, dispossessed eidolons of Ra, appearing in the shape of chimeras, terrified anchorites, to whom, with vengeful eyes, they indicated their ruined altars.
IV
BEL-MARDUK
The inscriptions of a.s.syrian kings have, many of them, the monotony of h.e.l.l. Made of boasts and shrieks, they recite the capture and sack of cities; the torrents of blood with which, like wool, the streets were dyed; the flaming pyramids of prisoners; the groans of men impaled; the cries of ravished women.
The inscriptions are not all infernal. Those that relate to a.s.surbanipal--vulgarly, Sandanapallos,--are even ornate. But a.s.surbanipal, while probably fiendish and certainly c.r.a.pulous, was clearly literary besides. From the spoil of sacked cities this bibliofilou took libraries, the myths and epics of creation, sacred texts from Eridu and Ur, volumes in the extinct tongues of Akkad and Sumer, first editions of the Book of G.o.d.
These, re-edited in cuneiform and kept conveniently on the second floor of his palace, fell with Nineveh, where, until recently recovered, for millennia they lay. Additionally, from shelves set up in the days of Khammurabi--the Amraphel of Genesis--Nippur has yielded ghostly tablets and Borsippa treasuries of Babylonian ken.
These, the eldest revelations of the divine, are the last that man has deciphered. The altars and people that heard them first, the marble temples, the ivory palaces, the murderous throngs, are dust. The entire civilization from which they came has vanished. Yet, traced with a wooden reed on squares of clay, are flights of little arrows, from which, magically, it all returns. Miraculously with these books a world revives. Fashioned, some of them, at an epoch that in biblical chronology is anterior to man, they tell of creation, of the serpent, the fall and the deluge. At the gates of paradise you see man dying, poisoned by the tree of life. Before Genesis was, already it had been written.
In the Chaldean Book of the Beginnings creation was effected in successive acts. According to the epic of it, humanity"s primal home was a paradise where ten impressive persons--the models, it may be, of antediluvian patriarchs--reigned interminably, agreeably also, finally sinfully as well. In punishment a deluge swept them away. From the flood there escaped one man who separated a mythical from an heroic age. In the latter epoch, beings descended from demons built Nineveh and Babylon; organized human existence; invented arithmetic, geometry, astronomy and the calendar; counted the planets; numbered the days of the year, divided them into months and weeks; established the Sabbath; decorated the skies with the signs of the zodiac, inst.i.tuting, in the interim, colleges of savants and priests. These speculated on the origin of things, attributed it to spontaneous generation, the descent of man to evolution, entertaining the vulgar meanwhile with tales of G.o.ds and ghosts.[18]
[Footnote 18: Lenormant: Les Origines. Schrader: Die Keilenschriften.
Smith: Chaldean Genesis.]
The cosmological texts now available were not written then. They are drawn from others that were. But there is a vignette that probably is of that age. It represents a man and a woman stretching their hands to a tree. Behind the woman writhes a snake. The tree, known as the holy cedar of Eridu, the fruit of which stimulated desire, is described in an epic that recites the adventures of Gilgames.
Gilgames was the national hero of Chaldea. The story of his loves with Ishtar is repeated in the Samson and Delilah myth. Ishtar, described in an a.s.syrian inscription as Our Lady of Girdles, was the original Venus, as Gilgames was perhaps the prototype of Hercules. The legend of his labours is represented on a seal of Sargon of Akkad, a king who ruled fifty-seven hundred years ago.
In the epic, Gilgames, betrayed by Ishtar, tried to find out how not to die. In trying he reached a garden, guarded by cherubim, where the holy cedar was. There he learned that one being only could teach him to be immortal, and that being, Adra-Khasis, had been translated to the Land of the Silver Sky. Adra-Khasis, was the Chaldean Noah.
Gilgames sought him and the story of the deluge follows. But with a difference. On the seventh day, Adra-Khasis released from his ark a dove that returned, finally a raven that did not. Then he looked out, and looking, shrieked. Every one had perished.
Noah was less emotional, or, if equally compa.s.sionate, the fact is not recited. Apart from that detail and one other, the story of the flood is common to all folklore. Even the Aztecs knew of it. Probably it originated in the matrix of nations which the table-land of Asia was.
But only in Chaldean myth, and subsequently in Hebrew legend, was the flood ascribed to sin.
Gilgames" quest, meanwhile, could not have been wholly vain. In an archaic inscription it is stated that the city of Erech was built in olden times by the deified Gilgames.[19]
[Footnote 19: Proc. S. B. A. xvi. 13-15.]
How old the olden times may have been is conjectural. Modern science has put the advent of man sixty million years ago. Chaldean chronology is less s.p.a.cious. But its traditions stretched back a hundred thousand years. The traditions were probably imaginary. Even so, in the morning of the world, already there were ancient cities. There was Nippur, one of whose G.o.ds, El Lil, was lord of ghosts. There was Eridu, where Ea was lord of man. There was Ur, where Sin was lord of the moon. There were other divinities. There was Enmesara, lord of the land whence none return, and Makhir, G.o.d of dreams.
There were many more like the latter, so many that their sanctuaries made the realm a holy land, but one which, administratively, was an aggregate of princ.i.p.alities that Sargon, nearly six thousand years ago, combined. Ultimately, from sheer age, the empire tottered. It would have fallen had not Khammurabi surged. What Sargon made, Khammurabi solidified. Between their colossal figures two millennia stretch. These giants are distinct. None the less, across the ages they seem to fuse, suggestively, not together, but into another person.
Sargon has descended through time clothed in a little of the poetry which garments nation builders. But the poetry is not a mantle for the imaginary. In the British Museum is a marble ball that he dedicated to a G.o.d. Paris has the seal of his librarian.[20] Copies of his annals are extant.[21] In these it is related that, when a child, his mother put him in a basket of rushes and set him adrift on the Euphrates.
Presently he was rescued. Afterward he became a leader of men.
[Footnote 20: Collection de Clerq. pl. 5, no. 46.]
[Footnote 21: Cuneiform Insc. W. A. iv. 34.]
Khammurabi was also a leader. He was a legislator as well. Sargon united princ.i.p.alities, Khammurabi their shrines. From one came the nation, from the other the G.o.d. It is in this way that they fuse. To the composite, if it be one, history added a heightening touch.
The Khammurabi legislation came from Bel, who, originally, was a local sun-G.o.d of Nippur. There he was regarded as the possessor of the Chaldean Urim and Thummin, the tablets of destiny with which he cast the fates of men. In the mythology of Babylonia these tablets were stolen by the G.o.d of storms, who kept them in his thunder fastness.
Among the forked flames of the lightning there they were recovered by Bel, who revealed the law to Khammurabi.
The theophany is perhaps similar to that of Sinai. But perhaps, too, it is better attested. A diorite block, found at Susa in 1902, has the law engraved on it. On the summit, a bas-relief displays the G.o.d disclosing the statutes to the king.
There are other a.n.a.logies. Sinai was named after Sin, who, though but a moon-G.o.d, was previously held supreme for the reason that, in primitive Babylonia, the lunar year preceded the solar. The sanctuary of the moon-G.o.d was Ur, of which Abraham was emir. He was more, perhaps. Sarratu, from which Sarai comes, was the t.i.tle of the moon-G.o.ddess. In _Genesis_, Sarai is Abraham"s wife. Abraham is a derivative of Aburamu, which was one of the moon"s many names.[22]
[Footnote 22: Sayce: Guifford Lectures.]
Among these, one in particular has since been identified with Jahveh.
In addition, a clay tablet of the age of Khammurabi, now in the British Museum, has on it:
[Ill.u.s.tration]
That flight of arrows, being interpreted, means: _Jave ilu_, Jahveh is G.o.d.[23]