to enrich Egypt with the treasures of the east; there the wonders brought to Thebes from Arabia might be seen; there were delineated the houses of the inhabitants of the land of frankincense, and all the fishes of the Red Sea, in distinct and characteristic outline. On the third and fourth terraces were the small adjoining rooms of Hatasu and her brothers Thotmes II. and III., which were built against the rock, and entered by granite doorways. In them purifications were accomplished, the images of the Goddess worshipped, and the more distinguished worshippers admitted to confess. The sacred cows of the Goddess were kept in a side-building. As Pentaur approached the great gate of the terrace-temple, he became the witness of a scene which filled him with resentment. A woman implored to be admitted into the forecourt, to pray at the altar of the Goddess for her husband, who was very ill, but the sleek gate- keeper drove her back with rough words. "It is written up," said he, pointing to the inscription over the gate, "only the purified may set their foot across this threshold, and you cannot be purified but by the smoke of incense." "Then swing the censer for me," said the woman, and take this silver ring--it is all I have." "A silver ring!" cried the porter, indignantly. "Shall the goddess be impoverished for your sake! The grains of Anta, that would be used in purifying you, would cost ten times as much." "But I have no more," replied the woman, "my husband, for whom I come to pray, is ill; he cannot work, and my children--" "You fatten them up and deprive the goddess of her due," cried the gate- keeper. "Three rings down, or I shut the gate." "Be merciful," said the woman, weeping. "What will become of us if Hathor does not help my husband?" "Will our goddess fetch the doctor?" asked the porter. "She has something to do besides curing sick starvelings. Besides, that is not her office. Go to Imhotep or to Chunsu the counsellor, or to the great Techuti herself, who helps the sick. There is no quack medicine to be got here." "I only want comfort in my trouble," said the woman. "Comfort!" laughed the gate-keeper, measuring the comely young woman with his eye. "That you may have cheaper." The woman turned pale, and drew back from the hand the man stretched out towards her. At this moment Pentaur, full of wrath, stepped between them. He raised his hand in blessing over the woman, who bent low before him, and said, "Whoever calls fervently on the Divinity is near to him. You are pure. Enter." As soon as she had disappeared within the temple, the priest turned to the gate-keeper and exclaimed: "Is this how you serve the goddess, is this how you take advantage of a heart-wrung woman? Give me the keys of this gate. Your office is taken from you, and early to-morrow you go out in the fields, and keep the geese of Hathor."