Mexico weekly ledger., 1889-11-07

mace answer: There is none, D Amenem.
hat; of ny own knowledge know 1 these
things"
Once more my father spake: SIS there
any among you who hath aught to Crse
against tins Royal Harmachis, in that by
wickedness of heart or life, by uncleanness
or fals!ty. it IS not lit or meet that we
should crown aim Lord of all the Iaands7"
Then rose an aged Prince of Memf and
made " I'VE have inquired of these
matters; there is none, o Amenemhati'
1T is well, = said my father; 'then naught
Is wanting in the Prince Harmachis, seed
OF Nekt-nebf, the Osirian. Let the woman
Atoua stand forth and tell to this company
those things that came to pass when, at the
hour of her death, she who was my wife
prophesied over this Prince, beng filled
with the spirit Of the Hathors,"
Thereon old Atoua crept forward from
the shadow of the columns and earnestly
told those things that lave been written.
I'VE have heard, p" said my father; ''do ye
believe that the woman who was my wife
spake with the divine voice2h
w do they answered.
Then my Uncle Sepa rose and spake:
'Royal Harmachis, thou hast heard.
Know now that we are gathered here to
crown thee King Of the Upper and the
Lower Lands-thy holy father, Amenem.
hat, re~nouncing all his right on thy behalf.
We are met, not, indeed, in such pomp and
ceremony as is due to the occasion-for that
which we do must be done in secret, lest
our lives and the cause that is more dear to
US than life should pay the forfeit-but yet
with such dignity and observance OF the
ancient rites as u circumstances may
command. Learn, now, how this matter
81 - -Fk@~ - hy vivid
consents thereto, then mount thy throne, o
Pharaoh, and swear the OATH
Long hath Khem groaned beneath the
mailed heel of the Greek, and trembled at
the shadow of the Romans spear; long has
the ancient worship of its Gods been des-
ecrated, and its people crushed with OPP
preston. But we believe that the hour OF
deliverance is at hand, and with the solemn
voice of Egypt and by the ancient Gods of
Egypt, to whose cause thou art of all men
bound, we call upon thee, o Prince, to be
| the sword Of our deliverance! Hearken!
Twenty thousand good and leal men are
worn to wait upon thy word, and at thy
signal to rise as one, to put the Grecian
to the sword, and with their blood and sub
stance to build thee a throne set more sure
iy on the soil of Ehem than are its ancient
Pyramids-such q throne as shall even roll
| the Roman legions back. And for that sig
! nal. it shall be the death of that bold harlot,
Cleopatra. Her death must thou com pass,
o Harmachis, in such fashion as shall be
shown to thee, and with her blood anoint
the royal throne of Egypt.
"Canst thou refuse, 0 our Hopea Doth
| not the holy love of country swell within
| thy hearts Canst thou dash the cup Of
Freedom from thy lips and bear to drink
the bitter draught of slavess Great is the
| emprise, and may be it shall fail, and thou
with thy life, as we with ours, shalt pay
the price of our endeavor. But what Of
| that, Harmachis! Is life, then, SO sweeta
Are we so softly cushioned on the stony
| bed of Earths Is bitterness and sorrow in
Its sum so small and scant a thinga Do we
here breathe SO divine an air that we
should fear to face the passage of our
BREATH What have we here but hope and
memory What see we hear but shadowsa
Shall we then fear to pass ~pure-handed
where fulfillment is and memory is lost in
its own source and shadows die in the light
which cast thema o, Harmaehis, that man
alone is truly blest who crowns his life with
Deaths most splendid wreath. For since
to all the Brood of Earth Death hands his
poppy flowers, happy indeed is he to whom
there is occasion given to weave them in a
crown Of fame undying. And how can a
man more g~Ioriously die than in a great
endeavor to strike the gives from his
country's limbs, SO that she again may
stand in the face Of Heaven and raise the
shrill shout of freedom, and, clad once
more in the panoply of strength, trample
under foot the memory of servitude, DEFY
ing tyrant nations of the earth again to set
the seal of their dominion on her orow2
'Khem calls thee, Harmachis. Come,
then, come, thou Deliverer, leap like Horus
from the armament, break her letters,
scatter her foes and rule a Pharaoh on
Pharaoh's throne
Enough, enough" 1 cried, while the
long murmur of applause swept about
the columns Il up the massy walls.
Enough. Is there any need thus to adjure
me? Had 1 a hundred lives, would I not
most gladly lay them dow for Egypt"
"Well said! well said!" answered Sepa.
SNOW go forth with the woman yonder, that
she may make clean thy hands before they
touch the sacred emblems, and thy brow
before it is encircled of the diadem."
And so l went forth with the old wife,
Atoua, into q chamber apart. There, NUT.
tering prayers, she poured pure water up
on my hands into a ever of gold, and hav-
ing dipped a fine cloth into the water, there
with wiped my brow.
80 happy Egypt" she said; 80 happy
Prince, that art come to rule in Egypt! O
royal youth!-too Royal to be a priest-so
shall many a fair woman think; but, per-
chance, for thee they will relax the priestly