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portion　of　my　critics　during　many　years　have　mentioned　in　the　course　of　their　reviews　of　various　works　from　my　pen　that　the　one　under　consideration　is　not　another　“She；”　or　words　to　that　effect。　As　though　a　man’s　brain　could　harbour　a　host　of　“Shes”！　Such　literary　polygamy　is　not　possible。　Only　one　love　of　this　kind　is　given　to　him。
The　second　letter　that　I　　a　friend　who　I　am　glad　to　say　still　lives；　Mr。　Edmund　Gosse；　the　distinguished　author　and　man　of　letters。16
16　Now　Sir　Edmund　Gosse；　C。B。
29　Delamere　Terrace：　January　8；　1887。
My　dear　Mr。　Rider　Haggard；　—　I　feel　constrained　to　write　again　to　you　about　“She”　before　the　impression　the　book　has　made　upon　my　mind　in　any　degree　wears　off。　In　construction　I　think　you　have　been　successful　to　a　very　marvellous　degree。　The　quality　of　the　invention　increases　as　you　go　on；　and　the　latest　chapters　are　the　best。　Indeed　it　does　not　appear　to　me　that　I　have　ever　been　thrilled　and　terrified　by　any　literature　as　I　have　by　pp。　271…306　of　“She。”　It　is　simply　unsurpassable。
All　through　the　book　there　are　points　which　I　have　noted　for　the　highest　praise；　the　three　white　fingers　on　Ustane’s　hair；　the　dream　about　the　skeletons；　the　meeting　of　the　Living　and　the　Dead；　the　Statue　of　Truth　—　these　are　only　a　few　of　the　really　marvellous　things　that　the　book　contains。　I　was　a　great　admirer　and；　as　you　know；　a　warm　weler　of　“King　Solomon’s　Mines；”　but　I　confess　that　exceedingly　picturesque　and　ingenious　book　did　not　prepare　me　for　“She”；　and　I　do　not　know　what　to　say；　of　hope　or　fear；　about　any　future　book　of　adventure　of　yours。　I　don’t　know　what　is　to　be　imagined　beyond　the　death　of　Ayesha。
Accept　again　my　thanks　for　the　gift　of　your　book；　which　I　put　among　my　treasures；　and　now　the　expression　of　my　sincere　and　cordial　admiration。
Yours　most　truly；
Edmund　Gosse。
P。S。　—　May　I　say；　without　impertinence；　I　think　the　style　strikes　me　as　a　vast　improvement　upon　that　of　“K。S。M。”？
To　turn　to　something　humorous　—　I　find　the　following　in　the　handwriting　of　the　late　Rev。　W。　J。　Loftie；　headed　“SHE”　in　large　letters。
Are　you　acquainted　with　the　story　of　the　lady　who　wrote　poetry？　She　had　begun　an　epic　—
“Man　was　made　innocent　and　good；　but　he”　—
when　a　visitor　called。　She　left　the　paper　on　the　table：　the　visitor　came　in；　waited　a　little　and　departed。　When　she　returned　she　found　the　couplet　pleted：
“Man　was　made　innocent　and　good；　but　he　—
Would　doubtless　have　continued　so　—　but　SHE！”
Well；　“She”　came　out　and　was　a　great　success。　On　March　15th　Charles　Longman　wrote　to　me　in　Egypt：
I　am　glad　to　tell　you　that　“She”　keeps　on　selling　capitally。　We　have　printed　25；000　already；　and　have　ordered　another　5000；　and　I　do　not　think　we　shall　have　many　left　when　the　printers　deliver　them。　。　。　。　Last　week　we　sold　over　1000　copies！
This　was　a　large　number　as　books　sold　in　those　days；　when　people　were　not　accustomed　to　buying　novels　in　one　volume；　having　been　in　the　habit　of　borrowing　them　from　the　library　in　three。　Moreover；　from　that　day　to　this　the　sale　of　“She”　has　never　ceased；　whilst　in　America　it　was　pirated　by　the　hundred　thousand。
All　the　reviews　of　it　were　not　good；　indeed　some　of　them　attacked　it　strongly。　Others；　were　enthusiastic。　The　Times　（a　review　in　The　Times　then；　before　the　days　of　Literary　Supplements；　if　good；　was　very　valuable）　spoke　extremely　well　of　it。　The　Times　reviewer；　however；　criticises　the　Greek　upon　the　sherd。　Had　he　known　that　it　was　the　work　of　Dr。　Holden；　one　of　the　best　Greek　scholars　of　the　day；　he　might　have　preferred　to　leave　it　unquestioned。　Here　is　the　doctor’s　letter　on　the　subject；　written　from　the　Athenaeum　in　March　1886。
Dear　Haggard；　—　Your　task　is　not　quite　so　big　as　one　of　the　labours　of　Hercules；　but　by　no　means　easy　without　further　data。　Do　you　want　the　Greek　to　be　such　as　to　deceive　the　learned　world　into　thinking　that　it　is　no　forgery；　but　a　genuine　bit　of　antiquity？　If　so；　the　style　will　have　to　be　taken　into　account：　it　won’t　do　to　imitate　Herodotus；　though　it　is　just　the　bit　suitable　for　his　style；　because　of　the　date　B。C。　200。
Anyhow；　I　am　just　going　down　to　Harrow　to　examine　the　Sixth　Form　for　Scholarships；　and　shall　be　fully　occupied　there　for　a　fortnight。　I　hope　therefore　you　are　not　in　any　particular　hurry：　if　so；　I　must　return　you　your　MS。；　which　I　cannot　do　justice　to　without　some　further　consideration　of　the　subject。
Yours　sincerely；
H。　A。　Holden。
That　my　old　master　did　consider　it　very　thoroughly　I　know　for　a　fact。　I　remember　his　telling　me　that　he　would　have　liked　to　be　able　to　give　six　months　to　study　before　he　ventured　on　this　particular　piece　of　Greek。　I　said　that　with　all　his　great　learning　this　was　surely　unnecessary。
“My　dear　boy；”　he　answered；　“I　have　been　soaking　myself　in　the　classics　for　over　forty　years；　and　I　am　just　beginning　to　learn　how　little　I　know　about　them！”
In　the　same　way　the　black…letter；　mediaeval　Latin　inscription　and　the　old　English　translation　thereof；　etc。；　were　the　work　of　my　late　friend；　Dr。　Raven；　who　was　a　very　great　authority　on　monkish　Latin　and　mediaeval　English。
Twenty　years　later；　the　time　that　I　had　always　meant　to　elapse；　I　wrote　a　sequel　under　the　title　of　“Ayesha；　or　The　Return　of　She。”　Of　course；　although　successful　in　a　way；　it　was　more　or　less　pooh…poohed　and　neglected　on　the　principle　that　sequels　must　always　be　of　no　worth。
Of　the　scores　of　letters　which　I　received　about　“She”　from　correspondents　personally　unknown　to　me；　the　following　is　perhaps　one　of　the　most　curious。　It　is　written　from　the　Electric…Technical　Factory　of　Messrs。　Ganz　and　Co。；　Budapest。
Dear　Sir；　—　In　explanation　of　the　following　lines　please　to　learn　that　during　the　course　of　the　last　few　weeks；　we；　whose　signatures　you　will　find　adjoined；　have　had　the　pleasure　of　reading　your　celebrated　novel；　“She。”
Despite　our　various　tastes；　characters　and　nationalities　we　have；　one　and　all；　taken　a　most　lively　interest　in　your　story。
It　appears　that　each　of　us　found　in　it　a　something　which　appealed　to　his　sympathies；　to　one　the　ethnographical　and　topographical　descriptions　may　have　given　satisfaction；　to　another　the　frequently　occurring　remembrances　of　athletic　sports；　in　a　third；　perhaps；　sweet　memories　of　bygone　classical　studies　have　been　awakened。
The　last　time　we　dined　in　pany　it　was　decided　that　we　should　proffer　to　you；　in　humble　acknowledgment　of　our　respect　and　thanks；　our　united　most　hearty　good　wishes　for　your　happiness；　contentment　and　general　well…being；　with　the　hope　that　you　may　be　spared　to　enrich　your　fellow…creatures　and　ing　generations　with　the　fair　products　of　your　fertile　mind。
We　beg　you；　dear　sir；　to　believe　us；
Yours　faithfully；
A。　Damek；　Crawford；　C。　Horstek；
German；　Scotchman；　Englishman；
S。　Jordan；　E。　Poesetzlin；　L。　Stark；
Frenchman；　Swiss；　Hungarian；
Electrical　Engineers。
This；　I　think；　was　a　very　satisfactory　letter　for　an　author　to　receive。
Chapter　11　EGYPT
Leave　for　Egypt　—　Reincarnation　—　Boulak　Museum　—　Excavations　—　Removal　of　mummies　—　Nofertari　—　Adventure　in　tomb　—　Mr。　Brownrigg’s　danger　on　Pyramid　—　Cyprus　—　Article　on　“Fiction”　—　“Jess”　—　Home　by　long　sea　—　“Cleopatra”　—　“Colonel　Quaritch；　V。C。”　—　Press　attacks　—　Publishing　arrangements　—　Lang’s　advice　—　“Cleopatra”　dedicated　to　H。　R。　H。‘s　mother　—　Her　death　—　Savile　Club　—　Thomas　Hardy　—　H。　R。　H。　weary　of　writing　novels　—　Lang’s　encouragement　—　Allan　Quatermain　and　Umslopogaas　—　Winston　Churchill’s　approval　—　Letters　from　W。　E。　Henley　—　“Maiwa’s　Revenge”　—　“Beatrice”　—　Collaboration　with　Lang　in　“The　World’s　Desire”　—　Letters　from　Lang　—　“The　Song　of　the　Bow。”
After　“She”　had　been　fairly　launched；　and　the　proofs　of　“Jess”　passed　for　press；　I　started；　in　January　1887；　on　a　journey　to　Egypt。　From　a　boy　ancient　Egypt　had　fascinated　me；　and　I　had　read　everything　concerning　it　on　which　I　could　lay　hands。　Now　I　was　possessed　by　a　great　desire　to　see　it　for　myself；　and　to　write　a　romance　on　the　subject　of　“Cleopatra；”　a　sufficiently　ambitious　project。
A　friend　of　mine　who　is　a　mystic　of　the　first　water　amused　me　very　much　not　long　ago　by　forwarding　to　me　a　list　of　my　previous　incarnations；　or　rather　of　three　of　them；　which　had　been　revealed　to　him　in　some　mysterious　way。　Two　of　these　were　Egyptian；　one　as　a　noble　in　the　time　of　Pepi　II　who　lived　somewhere　about　4000　B。C。；　and　the　second　as　one　of　the　minor　Pharaohs。　In　the　third；　according　to　him；　I　was　a　Norseman　of　the　seventh　century；　who　was　one　of　the　first　to　sail　to　the　Nile；　whence　he　returned　but　to　die　in　sight　of　his　old　home。　After　that；　saith　the　prophet；　I　slumbered　for　twelve　hundred　years　until　my　present　life。
I　cannot　say　that　I　have　been　converted　to　my　friend’s　perfectly　sincere　beliefs；　since　the　reincarnation　business　seems　to　me　to　be　quite　insusceptible　of　proof。　If　it　could　be　proved；　how　much　more　interesting　it　would　make　our　lives。　But　that；　I　think；　will　never　happen；　even　if　it　be　true　that　we　return　again　to　these　glimpses　of　the　moon；　which；　like　everything　else；　is　possible。
Still　it　is　a　fact　that　some　men　have　a　strong　affinity　for　certain　lands　and　periods　of　history；　which；　of　course；　may　be　explained　by　the　circumstance　that　their　direct　ancestors　dwelt　in　those　lands　and　at　those　periods。　Thus　I　love　the　Norse　people　of　the　saga　and　presaga　times。　But　then　I　have　good　reason　to　believe　that　my　forefathers　were　Danes。　I　am；　however；　unable　to　trace　any　Egyptian　ancestor　—　if　such　existed　at　all　it　is　too　long　ago。
However　these　things　may　be；　with　the　old　Norse　and　the　old　Egyptians　I　am　at　home。　I　can　enter　into　their　thoughts　and　feelings；　I　can　even　understand　their　theologies。　I　have　a　respect　for　Thor　and　Odin；　I　venerate　Isis；　and　always　feel　inclined　to　bow　to　the　moon！
Whatever　the　reason；　I　seem　to　myself　to　understand　the　Norse　folk　of　anywhere　about　800　A。D。　and　the　Egyptians　from　Menes　down　to　the　Ptolemaic　period；　much　better　than　I　understand　the　people　of　the　age　in　which　I　live。　They　are　more　familiar　to　me。　They　interest　me　much　more。　For　instance；　I　positively　loathe　the　Georgian　period；　about　which　I　can　never　even　bring　myself　to　read。　On　the　other　hand；　I　have　the　greatest　sympathy　with　savages；　Zulus　for　instance；　with　whom　I　always　got　on　extremely　well。　Perhaps　my　mystical　friend　has　left　a　savage　incarnation　out　of　his　list。
For　these　reasons　I　know　well　that　I　could　never　be　a　success　as　a　modern　novelist。　I　can　see　the　whole　thing；　it　goes　on　under　my　eyes；　and　as　a　magistrate　and　in　other　ways　I　am　continually　in　touch　with　it。　I　could　write　of　it　also　if　I　could　bring　myself　to　the　task。　I　would　undertake　to　produce　a　naturalistic　novel　that　would　sell　—　why　should　I　not　do　so　with　my　experience？　But　the　subject　bores　me　too　much。　The　naturalism　I　would　not　mind；　but　if　it　is　to　be　truthful　it　is　impossible　and；　to　say　the　least；　unedifying。　The　petty　social　conditions　are　what　bore　me。　I　know　this　is　not　right；　but　it　is　a　failing　in　myself；　since　under　all　conditions　human　nature　is　the　same　and　the　true　artist　should　be　able　to　present　it　with　equal　power。　But　we　are　as　we　are　made。　Even　the　great　Shakespeare；　I　observe；　sought　distant　scenes　and　far…off　events　for　his　tragedies；　seeking；　I　presume；　to　escape　the　trammels　of　his　time。
To　return　from　this　dissertation。　I　went　to　Egypt　seeking　knowledge　and　a　holiday。　The　knoe　of　it；　for　when　the　mind　is　open　and　desirous；　it　absorbs　things　as　a　dry　sponge　does　water。　I　had　an　introduction　to　Brugsch　Bey；　who　was　then；　I　think；　the　head　of　the　Boulak　Museum。　He　took　me　round　that　heavenly　place。　He　showed　me　the　mummies　of　Seti；　Rameses；　and　the　rest；　and　oh！　with　what　veneration　did　I　look　upon　them。　He　told　me；　trembling　with　emotion；　of　the　discovery；　then　recent；　of　the　great　Deir…el…Behari　cache　of　Pharaohs　and　their　treasures。　He　said　when　he　got　to　the　bottom　of　that　well　and　entered　the　long　passage　where　for　tens　of　centuries　had　slept　the　mighty　dead；　huddled　together　there　to　save　them　from　the　wicked　hands　of　robbers　or　enemies；　and　by　the　light　of　torches　had　read　a　few　of　the　names　upon　the　coffins；　that　he　nearly　fainted　with　joy；　as　well　he　might。　Also　he　described　to　me　how；　when　the　royal　bodies　were　borne　from　this　resting…place　and　shipped　for　conveyance　to　Cairo；　there　to　find　a　new　tomb　in　the　glass　cases　of　a　museum；　the　fellaheen　women　ran　along　the　banks　wailing　because　their　ancient　kings　were　being　taken　from　among　them。　They　cast　dust　upon　their　hair；　still　dressed　in　a　hundred　plaits；　as　was　that　of　those　far…off　mothers　of　theirs　who　had　wailed　when　these　Pharaohs　were　borne　with　solemn　pomp　to　the　homes　they　called　eternal。　Poor　kings！　who　dreamed　not　of　the　glass　cases　of　the　Cairo　Museum；　and　the　gibes　of　tourists　who　find　the　awful　majesty　of　their　whithered　brows　a　matter　for　jest　and　smiles。　Often　I　wonder　how　we　dare　to　meddle　with　these　hallowed　relics；　especially　now　in　my　age。　Then　I　did　not　think　so　much　of　it；　indeed　I　have　taken　a　hand　at　the　business　myself。
On　that　same　visit　I　saw　the　excavation　of　some　very　early　burials　in　the　shadow　of　the　pyramids　of　Ghizeh；　so　early　that　the　process　of　mummification　was　not　then　practised。　The　skeletons　lay　upon　their　sides　in　the　prenatal　position。　The　learned　gentleman　in　charge　of　the　excavation　read　to　me　the　inscription　in　the　little　ante…chamber　of　one　of　these　tombs。
If　I　remember　right；　it　ran　as　follows：　“Here　A。　B。　＇I　forget　the　name　of　the　deceased＇；　priest　of　the　Pyramid　of　Khufu；　sleeps　in　Osiris　awaiting　the　resurrection。　He　passed　all　his　long　life　in　righteousness　and　peace。”
That；　at　any　rate；　was　the　sense　of　it；　and　I　bethought　me　that　such　an　epitaph　would　have　been　equally　fitting　to；　let　us　say；　the　dean　of　a　cathedral　in　the　present　century。　Well；　perhaps　a　day　will　e　when　Westminster　Abbey　and　our　other　sacred　burying…places　will　be　ransacked　in　like　manner；　and　the　relics　of　our　kings　and　great　ones　exposed　in　the　museum　of　some　race　unknown　of　a　different　faith　to　ours。　I　may　add　that　in　Egypt　even　an　identity　of　faith　does　not　protect　the　dead；　since　the　Christian　bishops；　down　to　those　of　the　eighth　or　ninth　century；　have　been　disinterred；　for　I　have　seen　many　of　their　broidered　vestments　in　public　and　private　collections。　The　idea　seems　to　be　that　if　only　you　have　been　dead　long　enough　your　bones　are　fair　prey。　All　of　which　is　to　me　a　great　argument　in　favour　of　cremation。
Still　it　must　be　remembered　that　it　is　from　Egyptian　tombs　that　we　have　dug　the　history　of　Egypt；　which　now　is　better　and　more　certainly　known　than　that　of　the　Middle　Ages。　Were　it　not　for　the　burial　customs　of　the　old　inhabitants　of　Khem；　and　their　system　of　the　preservation　of　mortal　remains　that　these　might　await　the　resurrection　of　the　body　in　which　they　were　such　firm　believers；　we　should　be　almost　ignorant　of　the　lives　of　that　great　people。　Only　ought　not　the　thing　to　stop　somewhere？　For　my　part　I　should　like　to　see　the　bodies　of　the　Pharaohs；　after　they　had　been　reproduced　in　wax；　reverently　laid　in　the　chambers　and　passages　of　the　Great　Pyramids　and　there　sealed　up　for　ever；　in　such　a　fashion　that　no　future　thief　could　break　in　and　steal。
Dr。　Budge　told　me　of　a　certain　tomb　which　he　and　his　guide　were　the　first　to　enter　since　it　had　been　closed；　I　think　about　4000　years　before。　He　said　that