Mrs. Atherton. My love, how can you?
Atherton. The creature reminded me of an allegorical fancy recorded by Bacon,—that is all. At the end of the thread of every man’s life there is a little medal containing his name. Time waits upon the shears, and as soon as the thread is cut, catches the medals, and carries them to the river of Lethe. About the bank there are many birds flying up and down, that will get the medals and carry them in their beak a little while, and then let them fall into the river. Only there are a few swans, which, if they get a name, will carry it to a temple, where it is consecrated. Let the name of Tauler find a swan!
END OF VOL. I.
HOURS WITH THE MYSTICS
VOL. II.
CONTENTS OF VOL. II.
[BOOK VII.—PERSIAN MYSTICISM IN THE MIDDLE AGE.]
The Sufis; their Mystical Poetry [3]
Mystical Poetry in the West; Angelus Silesius [5]
R. W. Emerson [8]