The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1889-10-03

amids which are by MemA, Instructed IN
the Solemn Rites Of the Holy Osiris. Is
there any among you who hath aught to
urge against the true line Of his boodi"
He paused, and my Uncle Sepa, rising
from his chair. spoke: I'VE have made cx-
animation Of the records and there 10 none,
q Amenemhat. He is OF the Royal blood,
his descent Is true
rs there any among you,' wen. on my
father. who can deny that this Royal Har-
machis. by sanctions Of the very Gods, hath
been gathered to Isis, been shown the way
Of the Osiris. been admitted TO be the
Hereditary High Priest OF the Pyramids
winch are By Memfi. and Of the Temples oil
the Pyramids.
Then rose that old Priest who had been
my guide in the sanctuary OF the Mother and
made answer: There 10 none. O Amcncm
hat, Of my own knowledge know l these
things
Once more my father spake: rs there
any among you who hath aught to urge
against this Royal Harmachis. in that by
wickcdness OF heart or life, by uncleanness
or faisity. il il not fit or meet that we
should crown him Lord Of all the Lands!'
Then rose an aged Prince of Memfi and
made answer: I'VE have inquired OF these
matters: there is none. 0 Amencmhat.
1t is well. said my father: then nauPht
is wanting in the Prince Harmachis, seed
o Next 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 crcpt forward from
the shadow Of the columns and earnestly
told those things that have been written.
I'VE have heard, said my father: lido ye
believe that the woman who was my wife
spake with the divine voice.
I'VE do they answered
Then my Uncle Sepa rose and spakc:
Royal Harmachis, thou hast heard
Know now that we are gathered here Il
crown thee King of the Upper and Tho
Lower Lands-thy holy father. Amenem
hat. renouncing 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. les,
our lives and the cause that Is more dear t.
us than life should pay the forfeit-but vel
with such dignity and observance Of the
ancient rites as our circumstances may
command. Learn, now, how this matter
IL
consents thereto, then mount thy throne, q
Pharaoh, and swear the oath.
sLong hath Khem groancd beneath the
mailed heel Of the Greek, and trembled al
the shadow of the Romans spear: long has
the ancient worship of its Gods been des
ecrated, and its people crushed with op
preston But we believe that the hour OF
deliverance Is ut 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, 70 b.
the sword Of our deliverance! Hearken
Twenty thousand good and leal men are
sworn to wait upon thy word. and at thy
signal to rise as one. to pat the Greciar
to the sword. and with their blood and sub
stance 10 build thee q throne set more sure
~ on the soil Of khem than are its ancien,
Pyramids-such u throne as shall even roi
the Roman legions back. And for that sig
nal, it shall be the death of that bold harlot
Cleopatra. Her death must thou compass
Q Harmachis, in such fashion as shall bt
shown to thee, and with her blood anoin
the royal throne of Egypt.
"Canst thou refuse, O our Hopes Dotl
not the holy love Of. country swell within
| thy heart Canst thou dash the cup o.
| Freedom from thy lips and bear to drinl
Il
the bitter draught of slaves. Great is tn.
emprisc, and may be il shall fail, ard tho,
with thy life, as we with ours, shalt pa.
the price Of our endcavor. But what o
that, Harmachisl Is life, then, SO sweet
| Are we SO softly cushioned on the ston.
bed of Earth. Is bitterness and sorrow il
its sum SO small and scant thngs DO vi
here breathe so divine an air that ",
should fear TO face the passage OF on
breath. What have we here but hope an,
/ memory. What see we hear but shadows
Shall we then fear 10 pass pure-hande,
where fulfllment is and memory is lost il
/ its own source and shadows die in the ligh
which cast thems o, Harmachis, that mai
alone is truly blest who crowns his life wit
Deaths most splendid wreath. For sine
TO all the Brood Of Earth Death hands hi
poppy flowers, happy indeed IS he to whor
there is occasion given to weave them in
crown of fame undying. And how can