Across the sea, I tread my native soil again. I have availed myself of the knowledge imparted by my friend.
Last night, in returning from the Rosicrucian lodge to which I have the honor to belong, I called upon a lady friend in the ——th Avenue. In her arms she held a bright and glowing child—“a boy,” said she. “Is he not beautiful? Is he not like his father?”
“Wonderfully like,” I replied. “What is its name?”
“Osiris Budh! Curious name, isn’t it?”
“Very!” I replied, as I took my leave—“very!”
CONSUMMATUM EST.
Transcriber’s Notes
The cover image was created by the transcriber and is dedicated without reservation to the public domain.
Variations in spelling, punctuation and hyphenation have been retained except in obvious cases of typographical error (see list below).