Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1879-08-01
In an EGYPTIAN Tomb.

entered long corridors whose plaster
covered sides and roof were glowing
with vivid color. Here-holding high
their torches-they saw the whole life
of an old Egyptian emblazoned on his
tomb. In one panel the ripe grain was
falling under the sickles of a band of
slaves watched over by their master ;
next to it a curious boat carved in fam
tastic devices at stern and PROV, shaded
with golden awnings and filed with a
stately company, sailed across the lake
of pleasure garden, whose strange, ac-
curately drawn treesand flowers remind
ed one of the work of the Japanese.
Farther on was a scene of the chase
long, thin-legged grey hounds coursinga
gazelle. About each panel thick Wreaths
of water plants twisted their dropping
leaves, and knots of lotus buds and bios
SONS were tangled on the wall.
"Poor fellow, how fond he was of
AoweIsl Do you know, I am positively
beginning to pity the man who built
this tomb. He is SO awfully dead now,
and he seems to have cared so much for
the pleasant things of lifep
Il like the idea of having beautiful
hall like this Guilt at the entrance of
ones grave-a sort of reception room for
the friends and relatives of the dead.
1t was good plan. One stood a better
chance of being remembered in those
days"
"And in these smaller rooms 1 suppose
they kept the materials for sacrifice ?"
asked Kate Horton. ''There is the most
wonderful figure of q man with guitar
here, Tom; come and see it" she said,
holding her candle closer to the wall
II wish you could see yourselves from
where I am" remarked Livingston
Hyou are all so immensely picturesque
tWinkling like stars through the dark.
ness; but is not everybody half sutioca-
ted? The air is fearfully close. [ am
not sure Miss Campbell was not right in
refusing to come in"
81 think we must go into this one
more. It looks so nice and difficult"
said Kate, as they came out into the
open air again, pointing to q smaller
budget than usual. "See how the sand
has drifted in the opening. 1 don't be-
lieve it will be possible to enter it in
few days more. Come, Bell, you and 1
are the only ones left fresh enough to
try it. You others stay outside in the
shade, and we will call you if there is
anything worth seeing inside. Are you
coming, BellP
Miss Hamlyn acquiescing, the two girls
craWled in one after an other, lying
down fiat on the sand, and pushing
themselves through the narrow open
ing with their hands.
"Why, there is nothingat all in here"
said Kate, in a disappointed voice, as
theyrose to their feet and lit their can
dies in the first transversal corridor;
nothing but two black marble busts-
the owners of the tomb, suppose-and
those broken sareophagi in the corner.
What a shame, after all our trouble!
And. oh. Bell. look out? There are hor-
rible white lizards here, with shiny eyes
like beads, and transparent bodies. See!
there goes another one. Come on, let's
get out of thisT
Miss Hamlyn would come presently.
She was standing before one of the two
basalt heads-the portrait of a woman.
She wiped away the dust from it with
her handkerchief, and then held her
candle lower down to see it more per-
fectly. It was a beautiful face, broad
browed, sad-eyed, the full lips parting
in a melancholy smile face that made
a curious impression on the girl, for as
she looked at it a strange bewildered
feeling of recognition filed her mind.
She seemed to have known and loved
that woman in some primordial time
a dim perplexing consciousness of some
former state of existence held her
.spell-bound before the head.
The longer she looked, the stronger and
more battling grew the feeling; the
sWeeter and more haunting grew the
face; the more familiar seemed the
pleading, mournful sweetness of lis
mouth. 1t was as though the fair dead
woman were appealing and protesting
against the irreYocable forgetfulness Of
time.
Are you not coming, Miss Hamlyn? +?
\ on really ought not to stay so long in
This close air" said Arthur from the mar
row doorway. "Look?" answered Bell.
to the figure before her without
turning round.
He came and stood by her side a mo-
nent in silence. By some subtle bond
Of sympathy between their natures
these two always seemed to understand
md enter naturally into each others
5trangest moods.
'Do you know, half believe she is
grateful to us fol looking at herp said
Miss Hamlyn softly, passing her hand
over the face to remove the last trace of |
lust. Fancy having been forgotten,
shut away in the dark in this terrible
place, and then being cared for again
after three thousand years. Pm sure
Knew that woman once-ages and ages
lgoP
'Who knows? This life is but a sleep |
md forgetting Suppose our spirits,
our souls, or what you will, have lived |
before in other forms, and that one |
should suddenly come upon some relic |
If ones former self among those ancient !
lead? Can't you imagine the curious
ceilings of it all ?-tho haunting Tecol- !
ection which one never could fully |
yrasp, like something floating in a
lream."
81 should like to kiss that woman |
goodbye before we go, and yet don't |
lare to do it." answered Bell. "Shall /? |
Do you believe her spirit would feel it |
lfter all this time!
Don't do il, Bell. How can you tell |
what curious magnetism is still potent |
lere. It is dangerous to tempt a thing |
If that kind in the old domain of sorce, |
y. Who knows, there may be some |
1ower still living among these old Egyp-
ian dead"
AS he spoke something stirred and
brushed quickly by them in the dark
less. A sudden rush Of wind had blown
heir candle out
"And as for you, you look like two
lusty, dazzled ghosts?'' said Gerty g:y
y as they came into the open air again.
What have you been looking at in there
III the timer Did you see any spectres?
Tom says the tombs are full Of them"
The beautiful extract below is from
he pen of Hon. George S. Hillard:- =
1 confess that increasing years bring
With them an Increasing respect for
nen who do not succeed in life, as those
words are commonly used. Heaven is
aid to be place for those who have
lot succeeded upon earth; and it is
urely true celestial graees do not best
hrive and bloom in the hot blaze of
7orldly prosperity. Ill success some
ines arises from a superabundance of
ualities in themselves good-from a
onscience too sensitive, a taste too
lstidious, self forgetfulness too TO-
nantic, a modesty too retiring. 1 will
lot go so far as TO say, with a living
oct, that the world knows nothing of
Is greatest men, but there are forms of
reatness or at least excellence, which
lie and make no sign;' there are mar
yrs that miss the plan but not the
take; heroes without the laurel, and
without the triumph"
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