Sakrale Allegorien. Mich von ihrem Reichtum. Es ist ein Zauberer, der Wohnt in dieser Stadt; sein Name ist Stolz, und er ist ein Feind des großen Königs. Er war es, der Theherald die Boten, die an Ihre Tür zu beschwören. Der Sound ofhis Trompete nie versagt das reinste Gold und Silber intobrass zu ändern und glitzernden Lametta. Das sind die Angebote, die die youreally geschickt; aber auch diese nicht erreichen das Ziel für whichyou sie bestimmt sind. Der Zauberer seine Magie webten Kreise roundthe Füße deiner Boten, so dass Sie eine anotherin der gleichen endlose Spur, ohne jemals einen Schritt voran, gefolgt

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Sacred allegories . me of your wealth.There is an enchanter that dwells in this city; his name is Pride, and he is an enemy of the Great King. He it was who sent theherald to summon the Messengers to your door. The sound ofhis trumpet never fails to change the purest gold and silver intobrass and glittering tinsel. These were the offerings that youreally sent; but even these did not reach the destination for whichyou intended them. The enchanter wove his magic circles roundthe feet of your Messengers, so that they followed one anotherin the same endless track, without ever advancing one step upontheir journey. A new and fearful light now burst upon the mind of Euprepes.He remembered how, in the visions of the night, he had continuallyseen the long processions moving round and round. Never fora moment had he lost sight of them in the distance, or formed awish to trace their course beyond the city. Alas! in these dreams 272 THE KINGS MESSENGERS. lie had seen but the image of his actual Messengers, though it. was the enchanter who placed before his eyes the glass in whichthey appeared. His head grew dizzy, and his heart sick, as they THE KINGS MESSENGERS. 273 rose to his remembrance; but he still made one last effort to layclaim to a recompense from the Great King. It was gold, he said, — it was pure gold that I gave; and, though it may have been changed and rendered worthless, to meat least it was of real value. If it failed to purchase for me aninheritance in the Eoyal Palace, it surely ought to have beenrestored to me again. Philargyr hoarded his vast wealth; Megaclesbuilt with his a tower of fame; mine alone has been unprofltablyspent, and brought me no recompense within the city, and yetnone beyond its walls. Merchant, replied the old man, you know well that youhave long since had your reward. The applause of your fellow-citizens fell like a golden shower upon your path; and their good-will and gratitude have been to you as bales of costly merchandise.It was thus t

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