en a fragment of wood from some eserted quarry or ruin, it was beoming scarcer and scarcer round bbot Pambo's Laura of Scetis, nd long before Philammon had collected his daily quantity, he had strayed further from his home than he had ever been before.

Suddenly, at a turn of the glen, he came upon a sight new to him.... a temple carven in the sandstone cliff; and in front, a smooth platform, strewn with beams and mouldering tools, and here and there a scull bleaching among the sand, perhaps of some workman slaughtered at his labour in one of the thousand wars of old. The abbot, his spiritual father-indeed, the only father whom he knew, for his earliest reI collections were of the Laura, and the old man's cell-had strictly forbidden him to enter, even to approach any of those relics of ancient idolatry: but a broad terrace road led down to the platform from the table-land above; the plentiful supply of fuel was too tempting to be passed by... He would go down, gather a few sticks, and then return, to tell the abbot of the treasure which he had found, and consult him as to the propriety of revisiting it.

So down he went, hardly daring to raise his eyes to the alluring iniquities of the painted imagery which, gaudy in crimson and blue, still blazed out upon the desolate solitude, uninjured by that rainless air. But he was young, and youth is curious; and the devil, at least in the fifth century, busy with young brains. Now Philammon believed most utterly in the devil, and night and day devoutly prayed to be delivered from him; so he crossed himself, and ejaculated, honestly enough, Lord, turn away mine eyes, lest they behold vanity!'... and looked nevertheless.

And who could have helped look ing at those four colossal kings, who sat there grim and motionless, their huge hands laid upon their knees in everlasting self-assured repose, seeming to bear up the mountain on their stately heads? A sense of awe, weakness, all but fear, came over him. He dare not stoop to take up the wood at his feet, their great stern eyes watched him so steadily.

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So he looked past them, into the temple halls; into a lustrous abyss of cool green shade, deepening on and inward, pillar after pillar, vista after vista, into deepest night. And dimly through the gloom he could descry, on every wall and column, gorgeous arabesques, long lines of pictured story; triumphs and labours; rows of captives in foreign and fantastic dresses, leading strange animals, bearing the tributes of unknown lands; rows of ladies at feasts, their heads crowned with garlands, the fragrant lotus flower in every hand, while slaves brought wine and perfumes, and children sat upon their knees, and husbands by their side; and dancing girls, in transparent robes and golden girdles, tossed their tawny limbs wildly among the throng... What was

the meaning of it all? Why had it all been? Why had it gone on thus, the great world, century after century, millennium after millennium, eating and drinking, and marrying and giving in marriage, and knowing nothing better... how could they know anything better? Their forefathers had lost the light ages and ages before they were born... And Christ had not come for ages and ages after they were dead.... How could they know? ... And yet they were all in hell. . . . every one of them. Every one of those ladies who sat there, with her bushy locks, and garlands, and jewelled collars, and lotus flowers, and gauzy

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dress, displaying all her slender limbs-who, perhaps, when she was alive, smiled so sweetly, and went so gaily, and had children, and friends, and never once thought of what was going to happen to herwhat must happen to her. . . . She was in hell... Burning for ever, and ever, and ever, there below his feet. He stared down on the rocky floors. If he could but see through, that . . and the of faith could see through it... he should see her writhing and twisting among the flickering flame, scorched, glowing... in everlasting agony, such as the thought of enduring for a moment made him shudder. He had burnt his hands once, when a palm-leaf hut caught fire.... He recollected what that was like... She was enduring ten thousand times more than that, for ever. . . . He should hear her shrieking in vain for a drop of water to cool her tongue. . . . He had never heard a human being shriek but once

a boy bathing on the opposite Nile bank, whom a crocodile had dragged down. . . . and that scream, faint and distant as it came across the mighty tide, had rung intolerable in his ears for days.... and to think of all which echoed through those vaults of fire-for ever! Was the thought bearable ?-was it pos sible? Millions upon millions burning for ever for Adam's fall.... Could God be just in that?...

It was the temptation of a fiend! He had entered the unhallowed precincts, where devils still lingered about their ancient shrines; he had let his eyes devour the abominations of the heathen, and given place to the devil. He would flee home to confess it all to his father. He would punish him as he deserved, pray for him, forgive him. And yet could he tell him all? Could he, dare he, confess to him the whole truth the insatiable craving to know the mysteries of learning-to see the great roaring world of men, which had been growing up in him slowly, month after month, till now it had assumed this fearful shape? He could stay no longer in the desert. This world which sent all souls to hell-was it as bad as monks declared it was? It must be, else how could such be the fruit

of it? But it was too awful a thought to be taken on trust. No; he must go and see.

Filled with such fearful questionings, half-inarticulate and vague, like the thoughts of a child, the untutored youth went wandering on, till he reached the edge of the cliff below which lay his home.

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It lay pleasantly enough, that lonely Laura, or lane of rude Cyclopean cells, under the perpetual shadow of the southern wall of crags, amid its grove of ancient date-trees. A branching cavern in the cliff supplied the purposes of a chapel, a store-house, and a hospital; while on the sunny slope across the glen lay the common gardens of the brotherhood, green with millet, maize, and beans, among which a tiny streamlet, husbanded guided with the most thrifty care, wandered down from the cliff foot, and spread perpetual verdure over the little plot which voluntary and fraternal labour had painfully redeemed from the inroads of the alldevouring sand. For that garden, like everything else in the Laura except each brother's seven feet of stone sleeping-hut, was the common property, and therefore the and joy, of all. For the common good, as well as for his own, each man had toiled up the glen with his palm-leaf basket of black mud from the river Nile, over whose broad sheet of silver the glen's mouth yawned abrupt. For the common good, each man had swept the ledges clear of sand, and sown in the scanty artificial soil, the harvest of which all were to share alike. To buy clothes, books, and chapel-furniture for the common necessities, education, and worship, each man sat, day after day, week after week, his mind full of high and heavenly thoughts, weaving the leaves of their little palm-copse into baskets, which an aged monk exchanged for goods with the more prosperous and frequented monasteries of the opposite bank. Thither Philammon rowed the old man over, week by week, in a light canoe of papyrus, and fished, as he sat waiting for him, for the common meal. A simple, happy, gentle life was that of the Laura, all portioned out by rules and methods, which

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were held hardly less sacred than those of the Scriptures, on which they were supposed (and not so wrongly either) to have been framed. Each man had food and raiment, shelter on earth, friends and counsellors, living trust in the continual care of Almighty God; and, blazing before his eyes, by day and night, the hope of everlasting glory beyond And what all poet's dreams. more would man have had? Thither they had fled out of cities, compared with which Paris is earnest and Gomorrha chaste, out of a rotten, infernal, dying world of tyrants and slaves, hypocrites and wantons, to ponder undisturbed on duty and on judgment, on death and hell; and eternity, heaven to find a common creed, a common interest, a common hope, common duties, pleasures, and sorrows. True, they had many of them fled from the post where God had placed them, when they fled from man into the Thebaid waste.

What sort of post and what sort of an age they were, from which those old monks fled, we shall see, perhaps, before this tale is told out.

Thou art late, son,' said the abbot, steadfastly working away at Philammon his palm-basket, as approached.

Fuel is scarce, and I was forced to go far.'

A monk should not answer till he is questioned. I did not ask the reason. Where didst thou find that wood?'

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I was launching the boat, a week ago, with Father Aufugus; and on the bank, . . . not very near, there were two creatures long hair, and striped all over the lower half of their bodies with black, and red, and yellow. . . and they were gathering flowers on the shore. Father Aufugus turned away; but I. . . . I could not help thinking them the most beautiful things that I had ever seen . . . so I asked him why he turned away; and he said, that those were the same sort of devils which tempted the blessed Anthony. Then I recollected having heard it read aloud, how Satan tempted Anthony in the shape of a beautiful And so . . and SO... those figures on the wall and I thought were very like, they might be

woman.

And the poor boy, who considered that he was making confession of a deadly and shameful sin, blushed scarlet, and stammered, and at las stopped.

And thou thoughtest them beau tiful? Oh utter corruption of th flesh-oh subtilty of Satan! Th Lord forgive thee, as I do, my poo child: henceforth thou goest no beyond the garden walls.'

Not beyond the walls! Impo sible! I cannot! If thou we not my father, I would say, I w not!-I must have liberty!-I mu see for myself-I must judge f myself, what this world is of whi you all talk so bitterly. I long no pomps and vanities.

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