Our oracles--alas! we know well whose inspirations they are!' 'This is what I feared,' said Arbaces, musingly, 'from various reproaches he made me when I last saw him.

Of late he hath shunned my steps.

I must find him: I must continue my lessons: I must lead him into the adytum of Wisdom.

I must teach him that there are two stages of sanctity--the first, FAITH--the next, DELUSION; the one for the vulgar, the second for the sage.' 'I never passed through the first, I said Calenus; 'nor you either, I think, my Arbaces.' 'You err,' replied the Egyptian, gravely.

'I believe at this day (not indeed that which I teach, but that which I teach not).