Conception of gods slowly evolved, 373 _sq._; decline of magic, 374; conception of incarnate human gods an early stage of religious history, 374–376; {xxxii} incarnation either temporary or permanent, 376 _sq._; temporary incarnation of gods in human form in Polynesia, Fiji, Bali, and Celebes, 377–380; temporary deification of sacrificer in Brahman ritual, 380; the new birth, 380 _sq._; temporary incarnation or inspiration produced by drinking blood, 381–383; temporary inspiration produced by sacred tree or plant, 383 _sq._; inspired sacrificial victims, 384 _sq._; divine power acquired by temporary inspiration, 385 _sq._; human gods in the Pacific, 386–389; human gods in ancient Egypt, Greece, and Germany, 389–392; human gods in Africa, 392–397; divinity of kings in Madagascar, 397 _sq._; divinity of kings and men in the East Indies, 398–400; divine kings and men in Burma, Siam, and Tonquin, 400–402; human gods in India, 402–407; pretenders to divinity among Christians, 407–410; transmigrations of human divinities, especially of the divine Lamas, 410–412; incarnate human gods in the Chinese empire, 412–415; divine kings of Peru and Mexico, 415 _sq._; divinity of the emperors of China and Japan, 417 _sq._; divinity of early kings, 417 _sq._; divinity of Egyptian kings, 418–420; conclusion, development of sacred kings out of magicians, 420 _sq._ APPENDIX.—HEGEL ON MAGIC AND RELIGION • Pp. 423–426 {p1} CHAPTER I THE KING OF THE WOOD “_The still glassy lake that sleeps_ _Beneath Aricia’s trees—_ _Those trees in whose dim shadow_ _The ghastly priest doth reign,_ _The priest who slew the slayer,_ _And shall himself be slain._” MACAULAY. § 1. _Diana and Virbius_ [Sidenote: The lake of Nemi.] Who does not know Turner’s picture of the Golden Bough? The scene, suffused with the golden glow of imagination in which the divine mind of Turner steeped and transfigured even the fairest natural landscape, is a dream-like vision of the little woodland lake of Nemi—“Diana’s Mirror,” as it was called by the ancients. No one who has seen that calm water, lapped in a green hollow of the Alban hills, can ever forget it. The two characteristic Italian villages which slumber on its banks, and the equally Italian palace whose terraced gardens descend steeply to the lake, hardly break the stillness and even the solitariness of the scene. Dian herself might still linger by this lonely shore, still haunt these woodlands wild. [Sidenote: Its tragic memories]