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While the Proserpina was bearing hihthouse, Gras told hireat harbour, and at the sa sounds of the landing place with its crowded shipping, and of the capital

His blood surged in his veins, and before his mind rose the vision of the corn-flower blue sky, mirrored in the calm surface of the bluest of seas The pharos built by Sostratus towered in dazzling whiteness above the tide, and before his, palaces, and porticoes of the city of Alexandria, hich he was familiar, and before and between them statue after statue of ht

True, darkness sometimes sed this wonderful picture, but an effort of the as sufficient to show it to hiain

"The Temple of Poseidon!" cried Gras "The Proserpina is to land at the foot of the steps" And now Hermon listened to the sounds from the shore, whose hu-e, and arts

Then the captain's shouts of command fell imperiously upon his ears, the strokes of the oars ceased, their blades sank with a loud splash into the water, and at the sareeted by the sole forth again and again like so ht his heart would fairly burst through his arched chest, and the passionate violence of its throbbing did not lessen when Gras exclaireet you Ah, if you could only see it! How the kerchiefs are waving! Laurel after laurel in every hand! All the distinguished people in the capital have gathered on the sacred soil of the Temple of Poseidon There is Archias, too; there are the artists and the faentlemen of the Museuods"

Hermon listened with his hand pressed on his breast, and while doing so the power of his iination showed the vast, harmoniously noble structure of the many-pillared Temple of Poseidon, surrounded by as many thousands as there were in reality hundreds From all parts of the sanctuary, even from the tops of the roofs, he beheld laurel branches and kerchiefs waving and tossing, and wreaths flung on the ground before hi hireat andhead, full of feoodness