Serapis — Complete eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 415 pages of information about Serapis — Complete.

Serapis — Complete eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 415 pages of information about Serapis — Complete.
will be enough for you if I assure you that the statue of Demeter, with the sheaf in her arms, is only intended to remind us to be grateful to the Divinity for our daily bread—­a hymn of praise to Apollo expresses our thanks to the Primal One for the wings of music and song, on which our soul is borne upwards till it feels the very presence of the Most High.  These are names, mere names that divide us; but if you were called anything else than Agne—­Ismene, for instance, or Eudoxia—­would you be at all different from what you are?—­There you see—­no, stay where you are—­you must listen while I tell you that Isis, the much—­maligned Isis, is nothing and represents nothing but the kindly influences of the Divinity, on nature and on human life.  What she embodies to us is the abstraction which you call the loving-kindness of the Father, revealed in his manifold gifts, wherever we turn our eyes.  The image of Isis reminds us of the lavish bounties of the Creator, just as you are reminded by the cross, the fish, and the lamb, of your Redeemer.  Isis is the earth from whose maternal bosom the creative God brings forth food and comfort for man and beast; she is the tender yearning which He implants in the hearts of the lover and the beloved one; she is the bond of affection which unites husband and wife, brother and sister, which is rapture to the mother with a child at her breast and makes her ready and able for any sacrifice for the darling she has brought into the world.  She shines, a star in the midnight sky, giving comfort to the sorrowing heart; she, who has languished in grief, pours balm into the wounded souls of the desolate and bereaved, and gives health and refreshment to the suffering.  When nature pines in winter cold or in summer drought and lacks power to revive, when the sun is darkened, when lies and evil instincts alienate the soul from its pure first cause, then Isis uplifts her complaint, calling on her husband, Osiris, to return, to take her once more in his arms and fill her with new powers, to show the benevolence of God once more to the earth and to us men.  You have learnt that lament; and when you sing it at her festival, picture yourself as standing with the Mother of Sorrows—­the mother of your crucified divinity, by his open grave, and cry to your God that he may let him rise from the dead.”

Olympius spoke the last words with excited enthusiasm as though he were certain of the young girl’s consent; but the effect was not what he counted on; for Agne, who had listened to him, so far, with increasing agitation, setting herself against his arguments like a bird under the fascinating glare of the snake’s eye, at this last address seemed suddenly to shake off the spell of his seductive eloquence as the leaves drop from the crown of a tree shaken by the blast; the ideas of her Saviour and of the hymn she was to sing were utterly irreconcilable in her mind; she remembered the struggle she had fought out during the night, and the determination with which she had come to the house this morning.  All the insidious language she had just heard was forgotten, swept away like dust from a rocky path, and her voice was firmly repellent as she said: 

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