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"Welcome, my friend and pupil," said he; "he who seeks for Truth can find in these solitudes an immortal Academe." The attendants which Mejnour had engaged for his strange abode were such as might suit a philosopher of few wants.
Pending his decision, however, he had gradually developed a certain austerity, and experimented in vegetarianism; and though he was, oddly enough, free of amorous bond that might have held him to earth, yet he had grown to love it rather rootedly since the earlier days when he was a 'seeker. Moreover, though he read much of 'The Path, no actual Mejnour had yet been revealed to set his feet therein.
But happiness is the last state of being, and as yet thou art on the threshold of the first!" As Mejnour spoke, the distant vessel spread its sails to the wind, and moved slowly along the deep. Glyndon sighed, and the pupil and the master retraced their steps towards the city.
And you, Zicci," continued Mejnour, after a pause, "you, even you, should this affection for a mortal beauty that you have dared, despite yourself, to cherish, be more than a passing fancy; should it, once admitted into your inmost nature, partake of its bright and enduring essence, even you may brave all things to raise the beloved one into your equal. Nay, interrupt me not.
"Can these humble children of Nature," said he one day to Mejnour, "things that bloom and wither in a day, be serviceable to the science of the higher secrets? Is there a pharmacy for the soul as well as the body, and do the nurslings of the summer minister not only to human health but spiritual immortality?"
You mistake," replied he who had owned the name of Mejnour; "though I care not for love, and am dead to every passion that agitates the sons of clay, I am not dead to their more serene enjoyments. I have still left to me the sublime pleasures of wisdom and of friendship. I carry down the Stream of the countless years, not the turbulent desires of youth, but the calm and spiritual delights of age.
"Welcome, my friend and pupil," said he; "he who seeks for Truth can find in these solitudes an immortal Academe." The attendants which Mejnour had engaged for his strange abode were such as might suit a philosopher of few wants.
But on entering the inner court, Glyndon was not sorry to notice that there was less appearance of neglect and decay: some wild roses gave a smile to the gray walls; and in the centre there was a fountain, in which the waters still trickled coolly, and with a pleasing murmur, from the jaws of a gigantic triton. Here he was met by Mejnour with a smile.
But happiness is the last state of being, and as yet thou art on the threshold of the first!" As Mejnour spoke, the distant vessel spread its sails to the wind, and moved slowly along the deep. Glyndon sighed, and the pupil and the master retraced their steps towards the city.
It was about a month after the date of Zicci's departure and Glyndon's introduction to Mejnour, when two Englishmen were walking arm-in-arm through the Toledo. This Mejnour is an impostor more dangerous because more in earnest than Zicci. After all, what do his promises amount to? You allow that nothing can be more equivocal.
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