Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-26

ecrated, and it's people crushed with op-
 pression. 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
 sworn to wait upon thy woxd, and at thy
 signal to rise as one, to put the Grecian
 to t.Io sword, and with their blood and sub- st nee to build thee throne set more sure
 y on the soil of khem than are its ancient
 fyrarn1ds-such throne as shall even roll
 the Roman legions back. And for that sig nal, 1t shall be the death of that bold harlot. Cleopatra. Her death must thou compass Q EGrmachis, in such fashion as shall be shown to thee, and with her blood anoint the royal throne of Egypt
 'Canst thou refuse, o our Hopes Doth not the holy love of country swell within thy heart? Canst thou dash the cup of Freedom from thy lips and bear to drink the bitter draught of slaves2 Great is the emprlse, and may be it shall fail, and thou with thy fife, as we with ours, shalt pay the price of our endeavor But what of that, Harmachiss Is life, then, so sweet3 Are we so softly cushioned on the stony pea or Earths Is bitterness and sorrow in It's sum so small and scant q thing2 Do we here breathe so divine an air that we should fear to face the passage of our breaths What have we here but hope and memory! What sec we hear but shadows7 small we then fear to pass pure-handed where fuihllment is and memory is lost in us own source and shadows die in the light winch cast them? O, Harmachis, 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 n'of fame undying. Aud how can a man more gloriously die than in great ehoeavor to strike the gyves from his country's limbs, so that she again may stand in the face of Heaven and raise the shr1ll shout of freedom, and, clad once more In the panoply of strength, lrample under loot the memory of servitudc, defy ing tyrant nations of the earth again to set the seal of their dominion on her brow?
 ''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, eneughr cried, while the long murmur of applause swept about the columns and up the massy walls. "Enough Is there any need thus to adjure me! Had hundred lives, would I not most gladly lay them down for Egypt!"
 well said! well said r' answered Sepa. Now go forth with the woman wonder, that she may make clean thy hands before they touch the sacred emblems, and thy brow before it is encircled of the diadem.n
 And go went forth with the old wife. Atoua, into 0 chamber apart. There, nut tering prayers, she poured pure water up- on my hands into ewer of gold, and hay Ing dipped fine cloth into the water. there with wiped my brow.
 70 happy Egypt!" she said; 70 happy Prince, that art come to rule in Egypt! 0 royal youth !-too Royal to be a priest-so shall many fair woman think; but, per chance. for thee they will relax the priestly rule, else how shall the race of Pharaoh be carried ona 0 happy I, who dandled thee and gave my iesh aud blood to save thee! U royal and beautiful Harmachis, born for splendor, happiness and love!"
 "Cease, cease," said, for hor talk iarred upon me; 'call me not happy till thou know est my end; and speak not to me of love, Tor With love comes sorrow, and mine is another and a higher way"
 "Ay, ay, so thou sayest-and joy, too, that comes with love! Never talk lightly of love, my King for it brought thee here! La! lal but 1t Is always the way-'The goose on the wing laughs at crocodiles,' so goes their saying down at Alexandria; but when the goose is asleep on the water, it IS the croco- ales who laugh Not but what women are pretty crocodiles. Men worship the croco- lilies at Anthribis (Crocodopolis(, but they worship women all the world overl Ial 10 my tongue does run on, and thou about % he crowned Pharaoh Did not prophecy t to theca We'll, thou art clean Lord of he Double Crownl Go forth,n
 And l came forth with the old wife's fool sh talk ringing in my ears, though of a ruth her folly had ever a grain of wit in it.
 As l came, once moro the Digntaries 'ose and bowed before me. Then my Eather, without delay, drew near me, and placed within my hands golden image of 'he divine Goddess Ma tTruthl, and golden ]