The Egyptian Book Of The Dead.

stone , as published in the tenth volume of the "Records of the Past , " we hear of the " mystery of the Divine word ; " and in the Book of Hades " we hear of the gates of access ; and in the Book of Hades we are struck with the constant reference to the " mysteries . " In the Book of the Dead , by Dr . Buck , we believe a sort of examination is to be found , and if possible , and if it be found useful for our pages , it can be alluded to and dealt with in another paper . The subject is one of great interest and value , and has just now , for Masonic students , a twofold importance .

After All.

AFTER ALL .

BY HENRY CALVERT APPLEBY , Son . Librarian of the Hull Literary Club , and Author of "A Queer Courtship , " " The Fatal Picture , " etc ., CHAPTER XL

A fellow feeling makes one wondrous kind . —David Garrick . ' < "jl / T Y dear fellow , much as you may have suffered , your case is a mere -A- ' - ! - bagatelle to mine . Patient Job had no worse sufferings than I have . I would rather endure the horrors of the ' Inferno , ' conjured from the tortured brain of a melanchol y Dante , than the agony I now feel ; the Giant Despair ' s Doubting Castle was a paradise to my aching heart . Ohif this were Only some

, elysium-crowned purgatory I could bear it ! But this is unmanly . Forgive my excitement . I must remember the Tennysonian teaching , 'It becomes no man to nurse despair , ' though I wish that the keen sickle of death would arbitrate mine . " " Truly , do w e both miserabl y flounder iu the Slough of Despond . But give meyonr hand , Hnmberton , and together we will baffle the fiendish fates yet ;

the wheel of fortune must turn some day . " " Who cares for fickle Fortune and her devil-invented wheel , if she bring me not back my loving bride ? Oh , 'tis damnable ! To lose the fairest creature on earth so cruelly and undeservedly . Twice have I fairly and honourably won her for my own , and lost her in the hei ght of my happiness . I cannot but think some evil spirit is working against me , allowing me onl y this

Tantalustriumph . And now my reputation is blasted in her eyes—a more pitiful fact than if all the eyes of humanity were rolled into one scornful demon eye to torment me . The talk of the town is nothing to the melancholy reproach of her beautiful eyes ; for her to think I have thus ungratefull y ' lost the immortal part' of myself—lost my honour , ' the immediate jewel'of my soul . With the noble Othello I might ' have found in some part of my soul a drop of patience , ' even if made ,

A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow , unmoving finger at . I could have borne that . But there , where I have garner'd up my heart , Where either I must live or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs , Or else dries up , to be discarded thence .