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[Continued] In Book IV, “The Parables,” Mary R2 eats the teachings of Christ, while the Riagus at times interrupts her with com- parisons and contrasts between His teach- ings and those of Buddha. The Magus says; “Yet, truly. nowise have we known before Wisdom so packed and perfect as thy Lord’s, Giving that Golden Rule-that each shall do Unto his fellow as he would have done Unto himself; for then this earth were Heaven. And equity in every breast throned King. Also right joyous goes His doctrine; glad ’Mid Life’s sad charms, and swift vicissitudes, AndDeath‘s unshunned and hard perplexitiefi Which make. men bear to live. But Buddha held ' Life was long sorrow, ignorantly prized, Grievously reassumed from change tochange; Whirling sad souls upon the Wheel, unsaved Until they stay it, staying lustof days; Ceasing to drink the false salt wave which breeds Worse thirst—a wilder Tn‘shnar—quit and quests, - And gliding, passionless and purged and sane, Back to that Infinite wherexSilence lives OM MANI PADME!—‘from theJotusleaf The Dewdrop slidingto the shining Sea, When Sunrise comes!’ ” But Mary’s great eyes gleamed, Crying: “0h. Sir! in these good opening days We were as glad as maids at marriage time; As jocund as the bird that hangs his heart—- Bursting with song—midway ’twixt Earth and . Heaven, And hath, to ravish it, the sky all his Up to the utmost Blue, and, green below, The Earth his, down to that one dearest nook, The little happy hollow in the grass Where his mate listens on her warm gray eggs In woven nest. So owned we two wide Worlds, Following behind Him over Galilee. Nay, and those never knew my Master’s mind, Nor touched the golden hem of what he taught, Nor tasted honeyed lesson of His lips, Who~drew not from the treasure of these lips J oyance to make him glad to live or die! Wistfuland woeful may well go, I know, The days of those who, driven by the winds Of strife, and avarice, and lust of eye, , Chase, what shall never be attainedvon Earth, Contentment with the joys which are of Earth Who knows, but Miriam of Magdala, ' How the red bubbles, bursting on the wine, Foretell, at the cup’s bottom, bitterness? Truly, such souls are like our ‘galgal' here— i If thou hast seen it—the wildartichoke, \Vhich putteth forth brave branches in the Spring, Dying at Autumn into dusky'globes That break and fall and roll, all helplessly, Ten score together in a leaping crowd, ' O’er hill and vale, bounding like things pos sessed; Till the thorns take them, or the wrathful sea. The Desert rider reins his frightened beast i As ‘the accursed‘ whirls, and cries in scorn: ‘Oh, Galgal! whither goest thou to lodge?’ And the dry, miserable ball replies: ‘Where the wind lodgeth forthe night, I liel’g' “But we, who learned of himathe happy-way, - Whom never once again Earth’s wind can drive, What is it if we die? whose eyes-haveseen There is no death! What is it if'we live A little woe begone, when He hath passed ; Patiently all our path, changing'itsstones To rubies, and to rose blmmsauitsthorns. . With bright blood of His vainly wounded feet? What lover of Him shall besad again Seeing the Father through Him, .touchinghands Of that large love which reaches out from Heaven, In his pierced palms? He told us not one‘bird Folds failing wings, and shuts bright eyes to die, But That which gave their stations to the stars, And marked the Seas their limits, and theSun His shining road, signed soft decree-forthis, And did in pity plan kind consequence.” The 5 thus compares the teachings of Christ and Buddha: , The Buddhist said; “I hear thee tell me plain how Je- taught Life beyond this life, timelessfinfinite; As little parted from the world we see As day time is from dream time, when we drowse, And think ’tis night with sunrise on our lids. Taught that our sorrows are but children’s. frets Because their bends, o‘er seen things and un- seen— Swaying that Kingdom which hath Love for law— ' A Father’s hand, bountiful, pitiful—— Known by the Son‘s hand, which weireachi and touch— His true Name being nameless; conquering Slowly—for reasons—all things to himself. Also that whoso will may enter in— N ow and forever—to full freedmanship Of Love‘s fair Kingdom, having Faith, whichxis Nor wisdom, understanding, creed, belief, Not sinlessness—by Yogis vainly sought In dcedlcssness—but earnest will to stand On Love’s side; eager heart to-see theGood And serve the Good, and hail the Light, and help . , The spreading of the Light; aiming to grow ‘Perfect as He is perfect.‘ So the dew Globes on a grass blade; shaped as in the Star, Shooting star’s rays, obeyingstar-like laws! Now do these lucent words kindle a lamp Brighter than what we took from Buddha’s lore! He bade us Spurn Self, set‘theself aside—— Ahan-kam—seek always to sink back Safe to the Infinite; and, for such end, Break from the sense, with allits-sorceries: Forego delights, disdain what most men prize, Life’s light allurements, tenderthings of‘Time, _ Soft lips of love, sweet lispof’ little ones Making heart's music in the house; praise, fame, Wealth, domination. But thou- showest us The subtle spirit, making good its way From world of sense‘and self 'toselfless world, Not by hard stress of lone philosophies, Nor scorn of joys, nor sad disparagement Of life and living things asshadows vain; But—nearer road and newl—by heart-10sec Heaven closest in this Earth we .walk upon, God plaincst in the brother whom we pass, Best solitudes ’mid busy multitudes, Passions o’ercome, when master passion springs To serve and love-andsuccor. Ah! the dream! Full fair, could it but last in waking hours! Could men but hear the Angel‘s song anew And learn to sing it, making ‘Peace on Earth!’ ” Among the miracles described are the raising of the daughter of J aims, the rais~ ing from the dead of the widow's son at N ain, and the raising of Lazarus. The fol- lowing lines are from thedescriptionof the last named miracle: “So, to the Tomb we came. The gray slab made Its monstrous door, where trend of guest falls no , Nor knock ' answered, but the Dead within Keep speech ess company, and, in the dark— With none to visit them save rat and warm; Nothing befalling but a bone which drops; Molder together, all a—dustanzl dry, Saying no word—disconsolate, .undone, Staring with empty eyesat olive roots Whose fruit they used to pluck —for others now! Saying no word! Child, Brother and Sister—who were wont to mix Lip, hands and hearts in Earth’s warm 5 fel- lowship. , . Silent and separate, on noisome beds. Oh, till He lived did we notdreml our Dead So still, so altered, so unlovely, so?—— Nay! when He spakeL‘Rolline-this stone awayl’ My‘sister sobbed: ‘Itmay not-be! Dear‘lord! 'Tis four days gone! by thistime stinketh he!’ "' ‘Roll me this stone away!’ He-said again ‘Spake I not unto thee that thou should‘st see The glory of God?’ Then, eight young men of thews, - ' With ox yokes and the olive poles, pushedibeck The leaning rock; and the-blackaditagaped As ’twere the mouth of Tophet, horrible! The throng drew off; the very sunshineseemed Loth to re-enter, fighting twofirststeps Of the: dark stairway, and the hollowedroof \Vhere a- bat clung and cried, and spiders hung In broken empty webs, and foul flies-crept. Next, Jesus, no more weeping, but His eyes Wit-h pity and love and powe_r~irradiate, Drcwclose, and set His holy fearless foot On that grim threshold, and did pray this prayer. ‘Eatlier! 1 thank thee Thou hast heard me here! ' - I know Thou hoarest alway? but because The peoplestanrling nigh shallhcreby see . Husband and Wife and That thou hast sent me, I did ask, and Thou Hast answcrc 3‘. Then, from lowest notes, His voice-w clear, commanding: forth!’ ' ‘ Cried He imperious. Oh, and in that gloom Ensued a stir—a noise of rustled cloths-— A footfall on the stairway! El’azar- The dead man—cometh forth! . Like unto one—— Who slumbels in his summer room, and hears Intermixt with deep happy dreams, a tone He knows and loves call him to play; and leaps Upon his feet, and girds his coat, and‘hastes With light ,‘steps—laughing—and lids not yet ' wide; . ' So El’azar! So, half asleep to see, Dazed, unexpectant; but alert, aware, My brother! stumbling somewhat for hi." bonds, And one free hand fumbling the face clc ch back To spy the Master—stepped forth lustily Glowing with glad new life, wholesome and fair; The crimson of his lips and of his cheeks Full colored; eyes alight, foot firm, voice strong, Loud and assured. But We—all dumb, for fear And joy and thanks and wonder—held our breaths, Not moving, ’till we heard the Master say: ‘Loose him, and let him go!’ ” ' Rose ‘El‘azar! Come told, and then follows the reappearance of Christ to Mary: “Then, while the first day of the week was dark, Alone I wended to His sepulchre, Bearing fair water, and the frankincense, And linen, that my Lord's sweet body sleep Well in the rock. And, while my woeful feet Passed through the gate, and up axe paved as- cent Along the Second W'all, over the Hill, Into that Garden, hard by Golgotha— The Morning brightened over Moab’s peaks, ’ Touched the great Temple‘s dome with crim- son fires, Lit Ophel and Moriah rosy red, Made Olivct all gold, and, in the pools In Hinnom laid a sudden lance of flame. And, from the thorn trees, brake the waking songs Of little birds; and every palm tree’s top “7215 full of doves that cooed, as knowing not How Love was dead, and Life’s dear glory 130138, And the World‘s hope lay in the tomb with Him; Which now I spied—that hollow in the rock Under the camphire leaves. Yet, no guards there To help me roll the stone! nay, and no stone! It lay apart, leaving the door agape, And through the door, as I might dimly see, The scattered wrappings of the Burial night, Pale gleams amidst the gloom. Not waiting, then— Decming our treasure taken wickedly— I sped; and came to Peter, and to John; And cried: ‘Our Lord is stolen from His grave And none to tell where He is borne away!’ Thereat, they ran together, came, and saw; And entered in; and found the linen cloths Scattered; the rock bed empty: and, amazed, Back to their houses they went. But I drew nigh A second time, alone; Heart broken now The bright day seeming blackest night to me, The small birds mockers, and the City‘s noise—— Waking within the walls—hateful and vain. IVhy should Earth wake, the Son of Man asleep? Or that great guilty City rise and live, _ With this dear Lord, dead. in her stony skirts? Fled, too, my last fond hope, to lay Him fair, , ' And kiss His wounded feet, and waslr-the blood From the pierced palms, and comb His tangled hair To comeliness, and leave Him—like a. King—- To His forgetful Angels. Weeping hard With these thoughts, like to snake fangs, sting- ing me My left hand on the stone I laid, and shut The eager sunshine of! with my right hand, Kneeling, and looking in the Sepulcher. It was not dark within! I deemed at first ._A lamp burned there, such radiance mild I saw Lighting the liewn walls, and the linen hands; And, in one corner, folded by itself, The face cloth. Coming closer, I espied Two men who sate there—very watchfully—- One at the head, the other .at the foot Of that stone table where my Lord had lain, Oh! I say “men"—I should have known no men Had eyes like theirs, shapes so majestical, Tongues tuned to such music as the tone \thrcwith they questioned me: ‘Why weep- cst thou?‘ ‘Ah, Sirs!’ I said: ‘my Lox-dis ta’en away, Nor wot we whither!’ and thereatmy tears Blottcd all seeing. So, I turned to wipe The hot drops off, and, look! Another one Standing behind me, and my foolish eyes Hard gazing on Him, and not knowing Him! Indeed, I deemed this was the Gardener Keeping the Trees and Tomb, so was He flesh: So living, natural, and made like man Albeit, if I had marked—~if any ray Of watchful hope had helped me—such a look, Such Presence, beautiful and pure; such light Of loveliest compassion in His face, Had told my beating heart and blinded eyes WHO this must be. But I—my brow i’ the dust— Heard Him say softly: ‘threfore weepest thou? Whom seekest thou?” A little marveled I——- Still at His foot, too sorrowful to rise—~ ‘ He should ask this——the void grave gaping near And He its watchmzui; yet His accents glad; Nay, each word sweet with secret resonance Of joy shut in it; and a tender note 0f lightness, like the gentle raillery W‘Vhich lovers use, disem‘bling happiness, Nathless, not lifting up my foolish head, ‘Sir,’ said I. ‘If ’tis thou hast borne Him hence, Tell me where thou hast laid Him. Then will I bear Him away!‘ ” “What answer came to that?" Fetching deep breath, the Indian asked— And she— Her white arms wide out-raught—as if she saw His feet again to clasp; her true knee bent As He were there to Whip; her great eyes Shining with glow-of fearless faithmllove, As if, once more, they looked Himin the face, And drank divinmt peace—replied, elate: “Ah, Friend! such answer that my sadness turned Gladncss, as suddenly as gray is gold \Vhen the Sun springs in glory! such a word As made my mourning laugh itself to nought Like a cloud melting to the Blue! Such word As, with more music than Earth ever heard, Set my swift dancing veins hill well aware \Vhy so the Day dawned, and the (fity stirred, And the mat idle world went busy on, And the birds caroled, and, in palm tree tops, The wise doves cooed of love! 011, adear ‘word Spoke first to me, and, after me, to all, That all may always know He is the Lord, And Death is dead, and new times come for men: And Heaven’s ways justified, and Christalivc, W’hom we saw die, nailed on the cruel Cross! For, while I lay there, sobbing-at his feet The word He spake—My Lord! my King! my Christ! Was my name: 'MARY!’ " THE LIGHT OF "ASIA. The attention which will, throughout the Christian world, be awakened by this latest—and, as many may esteem it, great- est—of Edwin Arnold’s productions, can- not but vivif inte in his former noble oem, “The i ht 0 Asia.” It ma per- aps appear t at there is, in the eeper thought infusing the two works, less con- flict than mi ht be inferable from their being found upon exteriorly very dis- tinct forms of religion; but, independent of that, no one can read the Buddhistic story without feeling the charm of expi- site tenderness. of universal love for u- rnanity and nature, breathing throughout its lines. A few illustrative passages are the following: .. [Prince Siddartha’s first going'abroad, from the seclusion of the palace, to view the coun- try.] ’ . - So they rode Into a land of wells and gardens, where, All up and down the rich redloam, the steers Strainedx their strong shoulders in the creaking yo ‘e Dragging the plows; the fat soil rose and rolled In smooth dark waves hacktmm the plow; who drove - . Planted both feet upon the leaping share Tomakc-thefurrow deep; among the palms The tinklc of the rippling water rang, And where it ran the glad earth ’broidercd it ‘ To be continued. The story of the Crucifixion and burial is - and character. of in this great flood of novelty. standard weaves. ROUGH SURFACE FABRICS. shown in great abundance. NORWALK, Conu.. March 24, 1891. OUR SPECIAL "VIEW .———OF—— NEW "DRESS FABRICS ‘ Was highly complimented Saturday. The exhibit is so much broader than our announcement of it. It seems quite impossible to translate the beauty of these TEXTILE ART WORKS into words. 'As a consequence everybody found more to see than they had expected." One day is far too short for a thorough inspection of either Wools or Cottons. COLORS alone are a study, light tints being most favored. Tans and Grays shade themselves in more ways than one would think possible. Natural tints of the wool are given prominence, but flecks or lines of brilliant color are used effectively among them PLAIDS take thewidest range, beginning with the tiniest Checks and running up to the broadest Cross Stripes ; variations innumerable, in color H Our gatherings in PLAIN DRESS GOODS should not be lost sight They are complete, embracing all the A marked feature of this display is the collection of These are Fashion’s favorites, and are Nothing short of sight can convey even an approximate idea of the fancies which have been brought out in them. BLACK GOODS—rich, elegant and extensive lines—Pthe finest and choicest, including complete importations in Henriettas, Serges, Nun’s Veiling, Batiste, Drap de Alma, etc. etc. In conclusion we will say there are two values to a purchase, viz , what it costs and what it is worth. Cork costs eight cents a pound, but if you are drowning half a mile from shore its value would be not what you pay for cork, but what cork pays you. So of tasteful dressers. Not what you pay for dress, but what dress pays you, that is the real test. ‘ censors. ,usuaefi'mwg' ‘, i What would you like --—in the way of a corset? Something that’s easy and comfortable, with “bones” that can’t break or kink, and soft eyelets that won’t rust or cut the Iaces---something that Clasps the figure closely, but yields to every movement? Then you want the Ball’s Corset. If you find that ydu don’t, after wearing for two or three weeks, you have only to return it to us and get your money back. JACKETS. 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