Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-25

Ootu thy blood beat fast in youth? she will outrun 1t, nor will her kisses tire. Art khou set toward ambitionf she will unlock thy inner heart, and show thee secret roads shat lead to glory. Art thou worn and weary? she hath comfort in her breast. Art thou fallenl she can lift thee up, and to the illusion of thy sense gild defeat with triumph. Ay, Harmachis, these things she can do, for Nature ever fights upon hcr side; and the while sEe does them she can deceive and shape secret end in which thou hast no part. And thus woman rules the world. For her are wars; for her men spend their strength in gathering gains; for her they do well and i'll, and seekfor greatness and find forgetful- ness. And all the while she sits like wonder Sphinx, and smiles; and no man hath ever read all the riddle of her smiles or known all the mystery of her heart. Mock not 1 mock notl Harmachis; for strong indeed must he be who cen defy the power of woman, which, pressing round him like the general air, is ofttimes most present when the senses least discover it.''
 I laughed aloud. "Thou speakest earn estly, O, my uncle Sepa," I said; "almost might one think that thou hadst not come unscathed through this fierce fire of tempta- tion. We'll, for myself, fear not woman and all her wiles; naught know1 of them, ] hold that this Caesar was fool. Had stood where Caesar stood, to cool it's wan tonness that se.e of rugs should have been rolled adown the palace steps, even into the harbor of mud"
 'Nay, ceasei ceasep he cried aloud. "Evil is it to speak thus; and may the gods avert the omen and preserve to thee this cold strength whereof thou boastesti O man, thou knowest not!-thou in thy strength and beauty that is without com pare, in the power of thy learning and the sweetness of thy tongue-thou knowest notl The world where thou must mix is not sanctuary as that of the divine Isis. But there-it may be sol Pray that thy hearts ice may never melt, so shalt thou be great and happy and Egypt be delivered. And now let me take up my tale-thou seest, Harmachis, even in so grave story woman claims her place. The young Ptolemy, Cleopatra's brother, being loosed of Caesar, treacherously turned on him. Thereon Caesar and Mithridates stormed the camp of Ptolemy, who took to flight across the river. But his boat was sunk by the fugitives who pressed upon it, and such was the miserable end of Ptolemy.
 ''Thereon, the war being ended, Caesar appointed the younger Ptolemy to rule with Cleopatra, and be, in name, her bus sband, though she had but then borne him a son, C@sarion, and he himself departed for Rome, bearing with him the beautiful Princess Arsinoe to follow his triumphs in her chains. But the great Caesar is no more. He died as he had lived, in blood, and right royalty. And but now hath Cleopatra, the Queen, if my tid- ings may be trusted, slain Ptolemy, her brother and her husband. by poison, and taken the child C9sarlon to be her fellow on the throne, which she holds by the help of the Rome legions, and, as they say, of young Sextus Pompeius, who hath suc- ceeded Caesar in her love. But, Harmachis, the whole land boils and seethes against her. In every city the children of Khem talk of the deliverer who is to come-and thou art he, O Harmachis. Almost is the time ripe. The hour is nigh at hand. Go thou back to Abouthis and &arn the last secrets of the gods, and meet those who shall direct the bursting of the storm And then act. Harmachis-act, I say, and strike home for Khem, and rid the land of the Roman and the Greek, and take thy place upon the throne of thy fathers and be a King of men. For unto this end vast thou born, O Princer'