I am the real Gyges.
None others are genuine."
And the veiled Son of the Starbeam laid himself loosely about the
room, and permeated Space generally.
"Unfathomable Mystery," said the Rosicrucian in a low, sweet voice.
"Brave Child with the Vitreous Optic! Thou who pervadest all
things and rubbest against us without abrasion of the cuticle. I
command thee, speak!"
And the misty, intangible, indefinite Presence spoke.
BOOK IV.
MYSELF.
After the events related in the last chapter, the reader will
perceive that nothing was easier than to reconcile Sir Edward to
his son Lionel, nor to resuscitate the beautiful Italian girl, who,
it appears, was not dead, and to cause Sir Edward to marry his
first and boyish love, whom he had deserted. They were married in
St. George's, Hanover Square. As the bridal party stood before the
altar, Sir Edward, with a sweet sad smile, said, in quite his old
manner:--
"The Sublime and Beautiful are the Real; the only Ideal is the
Ridiculous and Homely. Let us always remember this. Let us
through life endeavor to personify the virtues, and always begin
'em with a capital letter. Let us, whenever we can find an
opportunity, deliver our sentiments in the form of round-hand
copies.
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