But I will lead thee also to pleasures of which the vulgar do not dream; and the day which thou givest to men shall be followed by the sweet night which thou surrenderest to thyself.' As the Egyptian ceased there rose about, around, beneath, the softest music that Lydia ever taught, or Iona ever perfected.

It came like a stream of sound, bathing the senses unawares; enervating, subduing with delight.

It seemed the melodies of invisible spirits, such as the shepherd might have heard in the golden age, floating through the vales of Thessaly, or in the noontide glades of Paphos.

The words which had rushed to the lip of Apaecides, in answer to the sophistries of the Egyptian, died tremblingly away.

He felt it as a profanation to break upon that enchanted strain--the susceptibility of his excited nature, the Greek softness and ardour of his secret soul, were swayed and captured by surprise.