From a Dream-book 



pupa dies in the cocoon, leaving only a shell and 

 dust behind. . . ." 



Fr. VIII 



. . . The Man said to the multitude remaining 

 of his Souls : 



" I am weary of life." 



And the remnant replied to him : 



" We also are weary of the shame and pain of 

 dwelling in so vile a habitation. Continually we 

 strive that the beams may break, and the pillars 

 crack, and the roof fall in upon us." 



"Surely there is a curse upon me," groaned 

 the Man. " There is no justice in the Gods ! " 



Then the Souls tumultuously laughed in scorn, 

 even as the leaves of a wood in the wind do 

 chuckle all together. And they made answer to 

 him: 



" As a fool thou liest ! Did any save thyself 

 make thy vile body ? Was it shapen or mis 

 shapen by any deeds or thoughts except thine 

 own ? " 



"No deed or thought can I remember," re 

 turned the Man, " deserving that which has come 

 upon me." 

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