Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-25
CLEOPATRA.

Being an Account of the Fall and
 Vengeance of Harmachis, the
 Royal Egyptian. ionged no more for the glory Of this world, my heart hung above it as an eagle on his outstretched wings, and the voice of the worlds blame could not stir it, and the vision of it's beauty brought no delight. For above me was the vast vault of Heaven, where in unalterable procession the stars pass on, drawing after them the destinies of men where the Holy Ones sit upon their burning thrones and watch the chariot wheels of Fate as they roll from sphere to sphere. O. hours of holy contemplation 1 who having once tasted of your joy could wish agaln to grovel on the earth? Ovile flesh! to drag us down. I would that thou hadst been altogether fallen from me, and left my spirit free to seek Osiris!
 The months of probation passed but too swiftly, and now the holy day drew near when I was in truth to be united to the universal Mother. Never hath Night so longed for the promise of the Dawn; never hath the heart of 9 lover so passionately desired the sweet coming of the bride; as longed to sec Thy glorious face, O Isis Even now that have been faithless to Thee, and Thou art far from me. 0 Divine 1! my soul goes out to Thee, and once more know But as it is biddcn that I should draw the vail and speak of things that have not been told since tho beginning of this world, let me pass on and reverently set down the history of that holy morn. For seven days had the great festival been cele- brated, the suffering of the Lord Osiris had been commemorated, the passion of the Mother Isis had been adored. and glory had been done to the memory of the coming of the Divine Child Horus, the Son, the Avenger, the God-begot. All these things had been carried out according to the ancient rites. The boats had floated on the sacred lake, tho priests had scourged themselves before the sanctu- aries, and the images had been borne through the streets at night. And now, as the sun sank on the seventh day, once more the great procession gathered to chant the woes of Isis and tell how the evil was avenged. We went in silence from the Temple, and passed through the city ways. First came those who clear the path, then my father Amenemhat, in all his priestly robes and the wand of cedar in his hand. Then, clad in pure linen, followed l. the neophyte, alone; and after mo the white robed priests, holding aloft banners and the emblems of the Gods. Next came those who bear the sacred boat, and after them
  stretching as far as the eye could reach marched all the people, clad in melancholy black because Osiris was no more. In silence we went through the city streets till at length we came to tho temcnos of the Temple and passed in. And as my father, the High Priest, entereI beneath the gate way of the outer pylon, sweet-voiced woman singer began to sing the Holy Chant, and thus she sang:
 "Sing we sris dead,
 Lament the fallen head: The ght has left the worll, the world Is gray
 Athwart tho starry skies
 The web of Darkness fes, And Isis weeps Osiris passed away.
 Yourtears, ye stars ye fires, ye rivers, shed. Weep. children of the Nile, wcel. for your
 Lord is deadw She paused in her most sweet song, and thereon the whole multi ude took up the melancholy dirge:
 Softly we tread our measured footsteps falling
 Within the Sanctuary Scvcnfold: Soft on the Dead that liveth arc wo callingi Return, Osiris. from thy Kingdom coldi
 Return to them tha: wors,i thee of old.'" The chorus ceased, and once again she sang:
 within the court divine
 The Seye lfold-sacrcd shrine We pass, while echoes of tho Tonplo walls
 Repeat the long lament
 The sound of sorrow sent Far up within the imperishable halls,
 Where, each in others arms, tho Sisters
 Isis and Neph,hys, OCT His unawakins
 sleep"
 And then again rolled out the solemn chorus of 0 thousand voices: "Softly we tread. our measured footsteps falling
 Within tho Sanctuary Sevenfold: Soft on tho Doad thatlt arc wo calling: Return, Osiris, from thy Kingdom coldl
 Return to them that worship thoe of old.'" It ceased, and sweetly she took up the song, 70 dweller in tho Vest
 Lover and Lordl!est Thy love, thy sister Isis calls thee homo!
 Come from thy chamber dun,
 Thou Master Of tho Sun, Thy shadowy chamber far below the foam
 With weary wings and spent
 Through all the Armament Through all the horror-hauhted ways Of hell,
 Iscek thee near and far,
 From star to wandering star, Free with the dead that in Amenti dwell.
 Isearch the height, the deep. the lands, the
 skies.
 Rise from the dead and live, our Lord
 Osiris, rise."
 Softly we tread, our measured footsteps falling
 Within the Sanctuary Seyepfold; @ Soft on the Dead that liYeth are we calling:
 Return, Rsris, frQm thy Kingdom ooldl
 Return to them that worship thee of old.'" Thep, in 2 strain more high and glad, the singer sangi
 "He wakea-trom forth the prisea
 We aing Osiris risen, We sing the child that Nout conceived and
 bare.
 Thine own love, Isls, waits
 The Warden of the Gates. She breathes the breath of Life on breast and
 hair.
 And in her breast and breath <. ts--
 Beholdl he wakeneth, Behold at length he riseth out of rest;
 Touched with her holy hands,
 The Lord of al the Lands. He stirs, he rises from her breath, her bressti -~ But thou, fen Typh6p, fly, N'
 The 5udgment day draws nigh, Fleet on thy track as flame speeds Horus from
 lhe sky' '-[' "Seftly We tread our measured taotsteps falling
 Within the Sanctuary Aevenfold, Soft on the Dead that liveth are we calling: N.