Then for the first time my eyes fell on the unveiled countenance and drooping form of one unlike, yet so like Eveena--her favourite and nearest sister, Zevle.

I held out my hand; but, emotion overcoming the habits of reserve, she threw herself into my arms, and her tears fell on my bosom, hardly faster than my own as I stooped and kissed her brow.

I had no voice to speak my farewell.

But as the Astronaut rose for the last time from the ground, the voices of my brethren chanted in adieu the last few lines of the familiar formula-- "Peace be yours no force can break, Peace not Death hath power to shake;" * * * * * "Peace from peril, fear, and pain; Peace--until we meet again! Not before the sculptured stone, But the All-Commander's Throne." [Footnote 1: Qy.

[GREEK: apo], from, [GREEK: ergos], work--as en-ergy ?] [Footnote 2: The chemical notation of the MS.