Journeys to the Planet Mars; or, Our Mission to EntoWeiss, Sara
Religion
Journeys to the Planet Mars; or, Our Mission to Ento
Weiss, Sara
Mars (Planet) -- Miscellanea; Spirit writings
Gentola--I hear a sound as of sweet, low toned bells, and voices of
persons coming nearer and nearer; and now they are entering preceded
by a very tall, extremely handsome youth of bronze complexion, fine
features, large, dark, brilliant eyes, blue-black, waving hair, held
back by a gemmed fillet, and white teeth gleaming between his parted
scarlet lips. As he approaches, bearing aloft a golden tray heaped high
with oond[a:] blooms, he presents a picture of uncommon beauty. There
are nine men and as many women, the latter clothed so beautifully in
loose, graceful, white silken, gold embroidered robes that, henceforth,
I shall detest the dress with which I have been accustomed to torment
and disfigure myself. The important looking person seats the guests,
and the youth crowns each one with a chaplet of oond[a:] blossoms. But
two seats, one at either end of the table, are still vacant. Again
the sweet toned bells are sounding. The guests rise, and with a most
graceful movement of their hands, salute a stately, handsome man and a
very lovely woman, who with gracious smiles and graceful salutations,
approach and take the vacant seats, and the guests resume theirs. Now
the youth approaches the host and hostess, tendering them chaplets
of oond[a:] blossoms, which they receive and retain in their hands.
Inidor[a:] will be kind enough to continue the description which to me
grows somewhat unintelligible.
Inidora--As a recognition of Andûman[a:]'s gift of this golden fruit
to his children the annual feast of the oond[a:] is observed by all
Entoans. Oond[a:] in your language would mean divine, and as it is the
favorite fruit of the dwellers in Astranol[a:], it is thought to be
appropriately named.
Those who have this moment entered are the governor of Wy[a:]mo,
Darraon Olēv[a:]s and his wife, the Lady Noûni[a:]. Now the governor
rises, and bearing aloft his chaplet, he approaches his wife and places
it on her head, fervently praying: "Andûman[a:], Creator and Giver of
all good gifts even as I crown Thy child with oond[a:] blooms, so crown
Thou her with the priceless blessing of a long and happy life;" and the
guests respond, "R[a:]û, r[a:]û, r[a:]û." Now he kneels by the side of
his wife, and as she places her chaplet on his head, with trembling
lips she implores Andûman[a:] to prolong the days of her beloved,
and that they may be as full of the fragrance of noble deeds as are
oond[a:] blooms full of the perfume of Andûman[a:]'s breath, and again
the guests respond, "R[a:]û, r[a:]û, r[a:]û."
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