The Wonderful Story of RavaletteRandolph, Paschal Beverly
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The Wonderful Story of Ravalette
Randolph, Paschal Beverly
Rosicrucians -- Fiction; Spiritualism -- Fiction
“Like the sudden black cloud in eastern seas, there came a darkness
before me; my eyes opened, and fell upon the old clock face. Its hands
told me that it was exactly thirteen minutes since I had marked the hour
on the dial. Since that hour I have had much similar experience, and it
is this that affords ground for the unusual powers in certain respects,
not claimed by, but attributed to me.” ...
Such was the substance of the young man’s narrative, in answer to
questions propounded to him long before the date at which he is
introduced to the reader.
CHAPTER V.
LOVE. EULAMPÉA[2]--THE BEAUTIFUL.
[2] Romaic--Ευλαμπια--Eulampía--Evlambéah. “Bright-shining.”--Lovely,
mystically beautiful.
The golden sun was setting, and day was sinking beneath his crimson
coverlets in the glowing west. The birds, on thousand green boughs, were
singing the final chorus of the summer opera; the lambs were skipping
homeward in the very excess of joy; while the cattle on the hills lowed
and bellowed forth their thanksgiving to the viewless Lord of Glory. Man
alone seemed unconscious of his duty and the blessings he enjoyed.
Toil-weary farmers were slowly plodding their way supper and bed-ward,
and all nature seemed to be preparing to enjoy her bath of rest. Still
sat the wanderer by the highway side; still fell his tears upon the
grateful soil; and as the journeyers home and tavern-ward passed him by,
many were the remarks they made upon him, careless whether he heard them
or not. Some in cruel, heartless mockery and derision, some few in pity,
and all in something akin to surprise, for men of his appearance were
rarely seen in that neighborhood. At last there came along three
persons, two of whom were unmistakably Indians, and the third, a girl of
such singular complexion, grace, form, and extraordinary facial beauty,
it was extremely difficult to ethnologically define what she was. This
girl was about fourteen; the boy who accompanied her and the grey-haired
old Indian by her side, was apparently about twelve years old. This last
was the first to notice the stranger.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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