The Ancient Mysteries.

a time of mourning were so many representations of the God of clay in the different seasons of the year . In the same manner agriculture and its happy effects were figured by the wanderings of Isis or those of Ceres , ancl by the history of Proserpine . Lastly , after the picture of all the sciences , of which religion was the depository , had been exhibited , it was sheAvn how the intelligences that constitute the three great orders of the Gods , ancl who , existing in

all space , are engaged in maintaining the universal harmony , were reunited to the Supreme Being , of whose essence they were originally a part . ( To be continued . )

Legend Of Strasburg Cathedral.

LEGEND OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL .

HRHERE is a quaint old tradition which comes CIOAVU to ns from ancient J- times , tottering under its load of age and replete with the superstitions of the past . On ( be borders of Alsatia there lies a great city , dating its foundation far back to the old Roman days , and rich in those architectural relics of the olden time which are ever so dear to the antiquary . Quaint offspring of centurial years , the town of Strasburg stands :

Eich in the lore of a mighty past , in legend and in story . Eich in high hearted , Honest sons , a country's truest glory . Eich in its old Cathedral Church , with custering ivy spread , The Santa Croce of the land , where sleep her noble dead .

The story runs that once in every twelve-month , on the eve of St . John , when the quiet burghers of that ancient city are Avrapt in peaceful slumber , and when the hour of midni ght clangs out from the lond-tongued bell which hangs in the old Cathedral tower , that the spirits of the stonemasons by whose hands the sacred pile was erected arise from the tomb ancl once more revisit the scene of their former labours . U p from the dark and gloomy crypt , along the columned aisles ancl vast dim naveacross the white-gleaming marble

, floor , checkered with ghostly shadows that stream from pictured oriels , past the stone-carved statues that keep watch and ward with their swords and sceptres , comes the long train of death-like , night-wandering shadows . Clad in their quaint old mediaeval costume , tbe Masters with their compasses ancl rules , the Craftsmen with their plumbs and squares and levels , the Apprentice lads with their heavy gavelsall silently greeting their companionsold ancl

, , dear , with time honoured salute ancl token as of yore . While the last note of the deep-mouthed bell is still trembling in the air , reverberating from arch to arch and dying away amid the frozen music of the traceried roof , forth from the western portal ' streams the shadoAvy throng . Thrice around the sacred edifice winds the waving , floating train , brave old Erwin himself leading the way , while far above , up above the sculptured saints Avho look down upon the

sleeping city , up where at the very summit of tbe feathery fairy-like spire the image of the Queen of Heaven stands , there floats a cold , white-robed female form , the fair Sabina , old Erwin ' s well-beloved child , Avhose fair hands aided him in his work . In her right hand a mallet , in her left a chisel , she flits among the sculptured lace-work of the noble spire , like the Genius of Masonry . With the first faint blush of dawn the vision fades , the phantom shapes dissolve , and the old Masons return to their sepulchres , there to rest until the next St . John ' s eve shall summon them to earth .