The Black Pullet - Science of Magical Talismans.

The Black Pullet - Science of Magical Talismans.
have any idea of his virtue, of his wisdom, of his goodness. His days are numerous, and all are marked by
some good deed, of the unhappy he has rescued without their ever knowing who the being was who came
to their help. If the eternal Soul who has created all should take the figure of a mortal, it is his which He
would borrow. Is not the just man in effect the image of God on earth? Many have taken title, but how
many have usurped it and merited little." After having pronounced these words, the spirit got up, knelt on
the ground near the old man, and raising his hands and eyes towards heaven, said in a solemn tone which
awed me:
"Eternal Spirit, Who hears me and Who reads heart, prolong the life of this virtuous man. Ensure that he
adorns by his presence for a long time to come the earth which You enrich with Thy gifts, unless You
have reserved for him near Thee a reward worthy of him."
The sentiments with which he expressed these words keenly moved me. Tears wet my eyes, and I fell on
my knees as he had.
The old man awoke at this moment, and casting his eyes on us, he said to us with a smile, "What are you
doing, my children?" I answered that we were praying to the Great Being to conserve our father for us.
"My good friends," answered the old man, "our life has a term set by Providence which we cannot
extend: everything begins, everything must end; God alone is eternal. The only thing which can survive
us is the memory of our virtues and the good examples which we have set. While like voyagers we can
perceive the course of our destiny and what good or evil we have done as we have been more or less the
slaves of our passions, happy is he who has been able to command himself and to distinguish the
happiness which is praiseworthy from what is not. For myself, I have been happy enough; I made the
distinction in the springtime of my life, and in the winter I taste the sweetness. I shall soon return into the
bosom of Him who has created me; a dream announced it to me in my sleep. In a few hours my soul will
leave its mortal remains and will rise towards the celestial regions."
"Oh heavens! my father," I cried, "what do you announce?"
"What you must await like myself, my dear son but I bless my departure since I have the consolation in
dying of leaving my heritage to a man who is deserving, who loves virtue, who practices it, and who will
never step aside from it. I will inform you of my last wishes, and you will execute them punctually if you
love me and if you are grateful."
"Oh my father!" I cried, "can you doubt it?"
"No, my dear son, I do not doubt at all. Now listen to me. All these treasures, all the jewels enclosed in
this subterranean apartment, also the talismans and the rings, the slaves, and the birds which you have
seen are yours. To you Odous," he said to the spirit, "I cannot do more than pronounce all my tenderness
for one whom I have found worthy to succeed me. Love him, serve him as you would me, and from the
Celestial Sphere to which I shall soon arise, I will watch over you." He clapped his hands and all the
slaves appeared. "Here is your master," he said to them. "Be obedient to him, I order you." They all came