Cleopatra, being an account of the fall and vengeance of Harmachis, the royal Egyptian, as set forth by his own hand . e at flood, and drowned the ancientGods of Egypt. Here, in his pages, you shall learn the glory of Isis theMany-shaped, the Executrix of Decrees. Here you shallmake acquaintance with the shade of Cleopatra, that Thingof Flame, whose passion-breathing beauty shaped the destiny io CLEOPATRA of Empires. Here you shall read how the soul of Charmionwas slain of the sword her vengeance smithied. Here Harmachis, the doomed Egyptian, being about todie, salutes you who follow on the pa
Cleopatra, being an account of the fall and vengeance of Harmachis, the royal Egyptian, as set forth by his own hand . e at flood, and drowned the ancientGods of Egypt. Here, in his pages, you shall learn the glory of Isis theMany-shaped, the Executrix of Decrees. Here you shallmake acquaintance with the shade of Cleopatra, that Thingof Flame, whose passion-breathing beauty shaped the destiny io CLEOPATRA of Empires. Here you shall read how the soul of Charmionwas slain of the sword her vengeance smithied. Here Harmachis, the doomed Egyptian, being about todie, salutes you who follow on the path he trod. In the storyof his broken years he shows to you what may in its degree bethe story of your own. Crying aloud from that dim Amenti 5where to-day he wears out his long atoning time, he tells, inthe history of his fall, the fate of him who, however sorelytried, forgets his God, his Honour, and his Country. 5 The Egyptian Hades or Purgatory.—Ed. BOOK I. Zfoz preparation of Ibarmacbie CLEOPA TRA *3 CHAPTEE I. OF THE BIRTH OF HARMACHIS ; THE PROPHECY OFTHE HATHORS | AND THE SLAYING OF THE INNO-CENT Y Osiris who sleeps at Abouthis, I write thetruth. I, Harmachis, Hereditary Priest of theTemple, reared by the divine Sethi, afore-time a Pharaoh of Egypt, and now justifiedin Osiris and ruling in Amenti. I, Harmachis,by right Divine and by true descent of bloodKing of the Double Crown, and Pharaoh of the Upper andLower Land. I, Harmachis, who cast aside the openingflower of our hope, who turned from the glorious path, whoforgot the voice of God in hearkening to the voice of , Harmachis, the fallen, in whom are gathered up all woesas waters are gathered in a desert well, who have tasted ofevery shame, who through betrayal have betrayed, who inlosing the glory that is here have lost of the glory which isto be, who am utterly undone—I write, and, by Him whosleeps at Abouthis, I write the truth. 0 Egypt!—dear land of Khem, whose black soil nourishedup my morta
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