A sliding door or panel at one end was lifted up--the body deposited within, on a shelf--the door reclosed--a spring a the side touched--a sudden 'whishing,' sighing sound heard from within; and lo! at the other end of the machine the lid fell down, and a small handful of smouldering dust dropped into a 'patera' placed to receive it.

The son took up the 'patera' and said (in what I understood afterwards was the usual form of words), "Behold how great is the Maker! To this little dust He gave form and life and soul.

It needs not this little dust for Him to renew form and life and soul to the beloved one we shall soon see again." Each present bowed his head and pressed his hand to his heart.

Then a young female child opened a small door within the wall, and I perceived, in the recess, shelves on which were placed many 'paterae' like that which the son held, save that they all had covers.

With such a cover a Gy now approached the son, and placed it over the cup, on which it closed with a spring.