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Wreathed with lotus, gifdtGd with fresh rose chains,
Moved through the rites atnid the clash of sistrums, Now and then broken by subterranean thunder, As in seme tnvstic pause, to the worshippers kneeling, ^The God invoked spake from the earth’s deep center. At length arrived the hour when bright Nitocris Beauteous in figure as in soul heroic, Bearing upon her brow the crown of Menfis, Descended to the courtyard of the palace Beneath whose walls stupendous, thronged the nobles Superb in robe and jewel, grave and courteous, Whom, baring her fair forehead, she saluted With royal pomp and smiles of mournful welcome And heading the procession, while deep music Ro«e to the scintillant dome of the blue heaven Proceeded, heralded by priests while westward Bearing in their right hands ruddy pine torches Whose flame burnt the blue ^ight above the buildings Throwing column and obelisks shifting shadows This way and that, along the stately high way, Past the great temple of Ptah, the god of the city, Along the sphynx-lined avenues to the pyramids Shining with marble in the immensive presence Of its more giant brethren twain, exhalting Their peaks sublime amid the constellations Firm as earth, perishless, fronting eternity ; The while the many voiced minstrels chaunted A hymn to the spirit of great Manduophis. “Oh god of Menfis, mighty Ptah, Creator, Father of Seb, whose years the planets number, Look down from thy great temple on the structure Where our dead king for seons yet will slumber, And oh ! Atama, son of the under sether Beyond the rolling day, where all the phantoms Live, waiting for the restoring revolutions, Bear to his ghost our memories and our reverence, Companion of the dead, and tell him looking This night towards Egypt from the under vastness, His Queen has o’er his treasured corse erected A beauteous, strong and everlasting mansion, As well befits the home of the dead whose slumber Is one of ages, likened with the living.” As thus they sung, the solemn paced procession Wound round the temple fronting the great pyramid, Beneath whose gate Nitocris bowing entered, And through the long and narrow stony passage Commenced descending to the sepulchral chamber Followed alone by the selected feasters. At intervals stood torch bearers like statues, Lighting the awful subterranean darkness Heavy with odours of burned wood and spices; But as from depth to depth the train descended Through passages whose windings seemed endless, Fear fell on some, who together whispered, “Oh Ptah, preserve us! whither will queen Nitocris Lead us ?” and others murmured, “ We have spoken To aged priests who companied the body Of Cheops; but the passage that Kephrue Shaped in the huger pyramid above us Was not a sixth as deep as this whose ending 8eems the earth’s center.” Others more alarmed Looking back, asked of those above them, whether The touch gate had been closed ? but at that moment They saw before them the long narrow chamber Gorgeous with painting and with lamps,—and table Heaped with rich fruits and flowers and wines, and entering Ranged themselves round the board, where the Queen un veiled Sate radiant, with smiles and courteous graces; And soon the feasters found their fears forgQtten In joyous converse, drinking deep the vintage Of Meroe potent, gathered in old autumns, Until to many a brain the lamps and chamber Heeled, swimming in a haze of pleasant splendor, While music sweet and gentle as the sunlight That hovers when the golden orb has vanished Remote upon the brink, or dying odors From beds of flowers, and from unseen passages floated. The company with full cups had saluted Their beauteous Queen, who sate by the shining portal, When, as one noble drained his golden goblet With head thrown back, he felt upon his forehead A water drop from the roof fall cold, and shuddered Why, he knew not, nor spake, but glanced at Nitocris Whose blooming face had grown pale, fixed and intrepid, And something within her eyes, watching the revel And smite like the gleam of a shining snake in the herbage, Made it less pleasant to look on her terrible beauty Than on the skeleton fronting him at the table; And the eyes of the rest were steeped in ebrious hazes, When, he saw her rise, and calling for more wine—vanish. And, scarce had his fear-tied tongue found voice, and he clamored, “ Let us arise friends treachery 1—fly( or we perish I** When the sound of the heavy port-cullis of stone descending Closing the passage that led to the upper midnight, Terrored the furious banqueters, who rising Pushed hither and thither about their narrow prison, Madddned, disparing, crying to the gods of Egypt To saw them. But the deep, underground stillness Of death, and the stony tomb impenetrable, Answered them only, till all in savage fury Grew dumb. Then, from the roof the voice of Nitocris Was heard in a cruel whisper—“Nobles of Menfis, Ye who with treacherous swords murdered Manduophis Learn how your Queen’s love can revenge him—perish 1” Scarce had the words ceased, when one side of the chambe r Moved :—uplift a flood gate—a roar of waters Thundering clasped the banqueters and swept them In furiouB whirls around and around in the darkness. When the deluge reached the roof there was silenc£. Such was the vengeance wrought on the monarch’s assassinu By queen Nitocris, who had in secret constructed A deep canal from the o’erhead neighboring river To that bright chamber, tke destined rest of the monarch, Where all thus perished; and where herself years after Slept in a marble tomb beside the avenged. Notes.—Nitocris was the last sovereign of the 6th Egyptian dynasty, of whioh her husband Manduophis, was the 21st monarch.. After his death, this heroic beauty so famous for her rosy complex ion and flaxen hair, reigned for six years,and according to Heroditus, committed suicide,; but the contrary of this is proved from the late interpretation of inscriptions. Manetho says that it was Nitocris who built the 3d pyramid ; but it is now ascertained i hat its founda tion and lower chambers was constructed by Mykermus. (whose ooffin is now to be seen in the British Museum,) and that, the super struction and great chamber were the work of Nitocris. Sh* doubled the base of the pyramid which was the most sumptuous of the three, being cased with polished granite. The chamber ia which thecatast>ophy described occurred, is 46 feet long and about 13 leet broad. 1 he third pyramid was built iu 2957 B. C., the second and largest, 3280 B. C., the first, 3400 B. C. When Moses led the Israelites from Egypt 1320 B. C., those structures had seen thousands ofyears . . Menfis is the Egyptian city, afterwards called Memphis, founded by Menes, whose local god was Ptah—the cos mologjcal diety. Atuma was the son of the lower world. Seb, the Egyptian chronos his son. Kenhrue was the builder of the largest of the pyrami is. Teohtish was the old name of the Nyle. It is the opinion of modern, chronologists that the period of the construction of the pyramids was contemporary with the Aztie civilization in Mexico., and it will possibly be found that the enor mous architectural remains lately discovered in the forests along the Cambodia—such as the temple of Ongou Wat. dates from a similar prriod. It is remarkable that the most gigantic specimens of architecture i ■ the world, that of Egypt, Cambodia and Yucatan lie nearly within the same parallels. Remote as is the date of the erection of the 1st pyramid, the Celts had commenced their incola tion of Europe 4,800 years previous. ---. , SPIRIT OF THE PRESS. '‘Wearing of the Green.” [From the Chicago Post.] We are reminded by Tuesday’s procession, and the fes tivities usual to St. Patrick’s Day, of the number and the power of the Irish and the people of Irish blood in the United States. They exceed the entire population of British North America, and as they are of a warlike stock, as the men among them fit for military duty are mainly of the laboring classes, and as they are filled with undying hate of the Government by which they and their forefathers have been oppressed, they form a nucleus, in our politics, of anti-English influence around which politicians and those whom they control will be sure to rally whenever, for any reason, they can profit by an alliance with the streng that the Irish never fail to wield. In the event of a war with Great Britain, the Irish alone of the Northern States could be safely intrusted with the taking of the Cana das and the complete subjugation of all the other Provinces. Not a native born soldier would need to shoulder a musket to bring the British Possessions on this continent under our dominion. Should it ever be determined to effect a landing of American troops either in England, Ireland or Scotland, not all the navies of the world would suffice to carry the Irish who would volunteer for that service. As it is, the Irish in America are a perpetual menace to the power of the English in the New World, and were it not that, by their blind adhesion to the bogus Democracy, they have created an anti-Irish feeling in the country, they could at any time have made possible a war between Uncle Sam and John Bull, as a prelude and accompaniment of the endeavor to make Ireland free. The Irish, duhded between the parties, would have been powerful in shaping, influencing and controlling the policy of each. No Republican, no Copperhead politician would have willingly commited himself to a policy in oppo sition to the expressed wishes of the Irish, any more than he would now make an aggressive war upon the Germans. They would have brought about an accord between the Whigs and Democrats on the Oregon question, or the North Eastern boundary question, and in either case insured the taking up of arms for the settlement of what diplomacy finally adjusted. And to-day were there as many Irish in the Republican as there are in the Copperhead ranks, the Alabama claims could not be settled without war, unless England humiliated herself as a proud nation never humil iated herself before. While, then, it has perhaps been for tunate for the peace of the country that the Irish have chosen to act as the allies of man-selling and as the advocates of the day’s-work-without-a-day’s-pay party, every hope and aspiration in which the Irish have indulged, in reference to the future of the country of their birth, has been defeated by their unhappy choice. They have now learned that the South, which gave the law to theso-called Democratic party, though always having 4‘ freedom” and 44 liberty on its lips, was never for liberty any wider than that which gave the capitalist the power to own and wallop his laborer; and now everywhere among the deluded Irish are unmistakable indications of a wide-spread revolt against the authority by which they have been deceived and betrayed. The “wear ing of the green” is the visible indication of the revolution that is going on. The men who march to that tune see at last that it is time for the Irish race in America at least, where the way is open, to lend their powerful aid to the civilizing forces of the era, which will not only disenthrall and ennoble them, but make all Christendom free! Squelching: Out. . In A® Koman Catholic Churches throughout Scotland, the Glascow Free Press, Roman Catholic organ which has lately been devoting its columns to the propagation of pro Fenian sentiments, was publicly denounced from the altar in accordance with instructions received from Cardinal Bar nabo, Prefect of Propaganda. The Cardinal, in his letter which is dated Rome, 16th January, says that it has been reported to the Sacred Congregation “ that the journal en titled the Glascow Fee Pr ss does not desist from disHemi nating writings which cause great scandal to the Catholics of Scotland.” In carrying out the instructions of his Emi nence, the Vicars Apostolic have framed a pastorial address in which they forbid all ecclesiastics under their jurisdiction from taking any share in the publication of the paper in question, and require of them, under pain of suspension, to abstain from writing, or in any way whatever contributing to it..—Scotch Paper. The FreePess was one of the boldest advocates of Ireland’s right to independence in Great Britain. Its crime was being Irish and it was found guilty and crushed out. Think of the great, boasting Irish Nationalists of Scotland who al lowed it to be put down by English influence I Mine Got! vat a countriesh and vat a beoples! We are sorry that our cntemporary comes to our office no more. The editor should have known better than to cross the paths of the great English Catholics, who “Kaunt bear to hear of Irish griev ances.” The Irish Members. From the Irish Canadian. The following is the oath taken by Catholic members of the English Parliament: “I, A. B.,do sincerely promise and swear that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to her Majesty Queen Victoria, and will defend her to the utmost of my power against all conspiracies and attempts whatever which shall be made against her person, crown, and dignity, and will do my utmost endeavor to disclose and make known to her Majesty, her heirs, and successors, all treasons and traitorous conspiracies which may be found against her or them: And I do faithfully promise to maintain, support, and defend to the utmost of my power the succession of the Crown, which succession, by an Act entitled “An Act for the further Limitation of the Crown and better Securing the Rights and Liberties of the Subject,” is, and stand limited to the Princess Sophia, Electress of Hanover, and the heirs ol her body (being Protestants), hereby utterly renouncing and abjuring any obedience or allegiance unto any other person claiming or pretending a right to the Crown of this realm. And I do further declare that it is not an article of my faith, and that I do renounce, reject, and abjure the opinion that princes excommunicated or deprived by the Pope, or any other authority of the See of Rome, may be deposed or murdered by his subjects, or by any person whatsoever: And I do de clare that I do not believe that the Pope of Rome, or any other foreign prince, prelate, person, state, or potentate hath, or ought to have, any temporal or civil jurisdiction, power, superiority, or pre-eminence, directly or indirectly, within this realm. I do swear that I will defend to the utmost of my power the settlement of property within this realm, as established by the laws : And I do hereby disclaim, disavow, and solemnly abjure any intention to subvert the present Church Establishment as settled by law within its realm: And I do solemnly swear that I never will exercise any privilege of which I am, or may become entitled, to disturb or weaken the Protestant religion or Protestant government in the United Kingdom: And I do solemnly in the presence of God, profess, testify, and declare that I do make this declaration, and every part thereof, in the plain and ordinary sense of the words of this oath, without any evasion, equivocation, or mental reservation whatever. So help me God.” 1 ’ A Converted Prize Fighter.—George Alfred Town send, in a recent letter says: I was riding some days ago by sleigh from Ithaca, New York, to Waterloo—one of those pleasant parts of a lecturer’s winter duty, about forty six milts, when I was shown a small cabin or shanty, stand ing near the bank of Lake Cayuga. A “smallish,” grave faced workingman was chopping wood near. This was Or ville Gardiner, the converted prize fighter, and he lived in this woodjand cabin, a faithful, needy, contented Christian man. It is now twelve years, if I count rightly, since he was touched by the inspired goodness of some missionary exhorter in New York. He kept a temperance restaurant for a little while after ward, and the coarser journals abounded in aspersions of his motives, and prophesies of hisbackslidings. He prayed on, and toiled on, worthily, sincerely, tirumphantly, preaching a little in his rough way. While many of his ancient fellows are in jail or in the poor house graveyard, Orville Gardiner, matched against the wilderness, and seconded by prayer and laith, is fighting the good fight, finishing his course, and henceforth there is laid up for him, not the belt, but the crown. I. thought of John Morrissey, in Congress, as I saw Gardiner, thus serving God and society in the lonely woods, and I saw that this latter man was the champion of America. The one serves in hell, the other will reign in heaven. Grant’s Wit.—In the camp before Vicksburg the pom pous ways of Gen. McCiernand, and Gen. Grant’s dislike ot him, were elucidated by a little plersantry among the officers. Once when a number of the Generals were amusing themselves by guessing the ages of one and another of the officers, Gen. McClernand’s age was under discussion. Some guessed that he was fifty years of age. “Oh! no,” said Grant; “such a man as that was never got up in fify years.” The derisive hit at the pecu liarities of the Illinois General was received with much merriment among the Generals, and not less enjoyed among all ranks as it was rehearsed among them. Emigration.—During the past five years emigration from Ireland has decreased from 117,229 in the first to 72,200 in the fifth.