This is all the old men told me, and when I think of their speech and of their silence, of their coming and of their going, I am almost persuaded that had I gone out of the house after they had gone out of it, I should have found no footsteps on the snow. They may, for all I or any man can say, have been themselves immortals: immortal demons, come to put an untrue story into my mind for some purpose I do not understand. Whatever they were I have turned into a pathway which will lead me from them and from the Order of the Alchemical Rose. I no longer live an elaborate and haughty life, but seek to lose myself among the prayers and the sorrows of the multitude. I pray best in poor chapels, where the frieze coats brush by me as I kneel, and when I pray against the demons I repeat a prayer which was made I know not how many centuries ago to help some poor Gaelic man or woman who had suffered with a suffering like mine. _Seacht b-páidreacha fó seacht Chuir Muire faoi n-a Mac, Chuir Brigbid faoi n-a brat, Chuir Dia faoi n-a neart, Eidir sinn 'san Sluagh Sidhe, Eidir sinn 'san Sluagh Gaoith._ Seven paters seven times, Send Mary by her Son, Send Bridget by her mantle, Send God by His strength, Between us and the faery host, Between us and the demons of the air. _Printed by_ A. H. BULLEN, _at the Shakespeare Head Press, Stratford-upon-Avon_. Transcriber's Note: One printer's error or misspelling was found and fixed: Page 5. In the original book: orgaic dancing changed in this ebook to: orgiac dancing End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Tables of the Law; & The Adoration of the Magi, by William Butler Yeats