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another present from the good Phanes, for.... There, now you can see what I am; I was just going to let out a great secret. My grandmother has strictly forbidden me to tell any one what dear little visitors we are expecting; but I feel as if I had known you a long time already, and you have such kind eyes that I could tell you everything. You see, when I am very happy, I have no one in the whole world to talk to about it, except old Melitta and my grandmother, and, I don’t know how it is, that, though they love me so much, they sometimes cannot understand how trifles can make me so happy.”

      “That is because they are old, and have forgotten what made them happy in their youth. But have you no companions of your own age that you are fond of?”

      “Not one. Of course there are many other young girls beside me in Naukratis, but my grandmother says I am not to seek their acquaintance, and if they will not come to us I am not to go to them.”

      “Poor child! if you were in Persia, I could soon find you a friend. I have a sister called Atossa, who is young and good, like you.”

      “Oh, what a pity that she did not come here with you!—But now you must tell me your name.”

      “My name is Bartja.”

      “Bartja! that is a strange name! Bartja-Bartja. Do you know, I like it. How was the son of Croesus called, who saved our Phanes so generously?”

      “Gyges. Darius, Zopyrus and he are my best friends. We have sworn never to part, and to give up our lives for one another, and that is why I came to-day, so early and quite in secret, to help my friend Gyges, in case he should need me.”

      “Then you rode here for nothing.”

      “No, by Mithras, that indeed I did not, for this ride brought me to you. But now you must tell me your name.”

      “I am called Sappho.”

      “That is a pretty name, and Gyges sings me sometimes beautiful songs by a poetess called Sappho. Are you related to her?”

      “Of course. She was the sister of my grandfather Charaxus, and is called the tenth muse or the Lesbian swan. I suppose then, your friend Gyges speaks Greek better than you do?”

      “Yes, he learnt Greek and Lydian together as a little child, and speaks them both equally well. He can speak Persian too, perfectly; and what is more, he knows and practises all the Persian virtues.”

      “Which are the highest virtues then according to you Persians?”

      “Truth is the first of all; courage the second, and the third is obedience; these three, joined with veneration for the gods, have made us Persians great.”

      “But I thought you worshipped no gods?”

      “Foolish child! who could live without a god, without a higher ruler? True, they do not dwell in houses and pictures like the gods of the Egyptians, for the whole creation is their dwelling. The Divinity, who must be in every place, and must see and hear everything, cannot be confined within walls.”

      “Where do you pray then and offer sacrifice, if you have no temples?”

      “On the grandest of all altars, nature herself; our favorite altar is the summit of a mountain. There we are nearest to our own god, Mithras, the mighty sun, and to Auramazda, the pure creative light; for there the light lingers latest and returns earliest.”

      [From Herodotus (I. 131 and 132.), and from many other sources, we

       see clearly that at the time of the Achaemenidae the Persians had

       neither temples nor images of their gods. Auramazda and

       Angramainjus, the principles of good and evil, were invisible

       existences filling all creation with their countless train of good

       and evil spirits. Eternity created fire and water. From these

       Ormusd (Auramazda), the good spirit, took his origin. He was

       brilliant as the light, pure and good. After having, in the course

       of 12000 years, created heaven, paradise and the stars, he became

       aware of the existence of an evil spirit, Ahriman (Angramainjus),

       black, unclean, malicious and emitting an evil odor. Ormusd

       determined on his destruction, and a fierce strife began, in which

       Ormusd was the victor, and the evil spirit lay 3000 years

       unconscious from the effects of terror. During this interval Ormusd

       created the sky, the waters, the earth, all useful plants, trees and

       herbs, the ox and the first pair of human beings in one year.

       Ahriman, after this, broke loose, and was overcome but not slain.

       As, after death, the four elements of which all things are composed,

       Earth, Air, Fire and Water, become reunited with their primitive

       elements; and as, at the resurrection-day, everything that has been

       severed combines once more, and nothing returns into oblivion, all

       is reunited to its primitive elements, Ahriman could only have been

       slain if his impurity could have been transmuted into purity, his

       darkness into light. And so evil continued to exist, and to produce

       impurity and evil wherever and whenever the good spirit created the

       pure and good. This strife must continue until the last day; but

       then Ahriman, too, will become pure and holy; the Diws or Daewa

       (evil spirits) will have absorbed his evil, and themselves have

       ceased to exist. For the evil spirits which dwell in every human

       being, and are emanations from Ahriman, will be destroyed in the

       punishment inflicted on men after death. From Vuller’s Ulmai Islam

       and the Zend-Avesta.]

      “Light alone is pure and good; darkness is unclean and evil. Yes, maiden, believe me, God is nearest to us on the mountains; they are his favorite resting-place. Have you never stood on the wooded summit of a high mountain, and felt, amid the solemn silence of nature, the still and soft, but awful breath of Divinity hovering around you? Have you prostrated yourself in the green forest, by a pure spring, or beneath the open sky, and listened for the voice of God speaking from among the leaves and waters? Have you beheld the flame leaping up to its parent the sun, and bearing with it, in the rising column of smoke, our prayers to the radiant Creator? You listen now in wonder, but I tell you, you would kneel and worship too with me, could I but take you to one of our mountain-altars.”

      “Oh! if I only could go there with you! if I might only once look down from some high mountain over all the woods and meadows, rivers and valleys. I think, up there, where nothing could be hidden from my eyes, I should

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