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In the temple of Isis, upon Mount Bath-El-Khav, the first part of the great mystery, to which the faithful of the lesser initiation were admitted, was just over. The priest on duty -- an ancient elder in white vestment, with shaven head, and neither moustache nor beard -- had turned from the elevation of the altar toward the people, and pronounced in a quiet, tired voice:
"Dwell in peace, my sons and daughters. Wax perfect through deeds. Extoll the name of the goddess. And may her blessings be over ye forever and aye."