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atoms all the divine essence which now lingers within, and restore life to its original dwelling-place.' "As he repeats this invocation, the necromancer must bow to the east—toward the rising sun—concluding with these words: "' I command thy aid in the name of Horus and the blessed resurrection !' " As he finished these lines, Doctor Paulus Androcydes dropped the manuscript, and stepping forward, with- out an instant's hesitation, seized Anubis and tightly wound the cat in some of the bitumen-soaked shroud taken from the mummy ; then cast the bundle and its living inmate on the red-hot embers of the grate; after- ward securing the front of the fire-place with a metallic blower. He now paused, and anxiously awaited de- velopments. There was a momentary silence, followed by a terrific roaring noise, as the resinous mummy wrappings were devoured by the flames. Suddenly, sweet strains of music floated over the room—stringed instruments, horns and cymbals uniting in melodious harmony, as though some angelic orchestra had broken forth in a magnificent triumphal hymn. At the same instant, joyful chattering voices were heard, and the delicious perfume of flowers seemed to be shed from a myriad of tender blossoms. The physician turned in wonder and awe at the strange spectacle revealed to his vision; for there, against the wall, climbing up and down the branches of the banyan tree on the dado, were dozens of brown monkeys play- fully calling to each other; above were thousands of beautiful flowers, apparently nodding to the cadence of some mysterious and unfelt breeze; on the frieze were hundreds of serpents, turning and twisting in graceful