Today's Stichomancy for Aleister Crowley

there is, mate?--look carefully." Her voice had dropped to a whisper.

"Yes, yes; that's all. Careful now when you haul up--Hoang has got his eye on you, and so have the rest of them. What do you call it, anyhow? Why are you so particular about it? Is it worth anything?"

"I don't know--perhaps. We'll have a look at it, anyway."

Moran hauled the stuff aboard, and Wilbur followed.

"Whew!" he exclaimed with half-closed eyes. "It's like the story of Samson and the dead lion--the sweet coming forth from the strong."

Song_of_songs 5: 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs; his lips are as lilies, dropping with flowing myrrh.

Song_of_songs 5: 14 His hands are as rods of gold set with beryl; his body is as polished ivory overlaid with sapphires.

Song_of_songs 5: 15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

Song_of_songs 5: 16 His mouth is most sweet; yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.'

Song_of_songs 6: 1 'Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may seek him with thee?'

Song_of_songs 6: 2 'My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Song_of_songs 6: 3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, that feedeth among the lilies.'

Song_of_songs 6: 4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

Song_of_songs 6: 5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.

Song_of_songs 6: 6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

Song_of_songs 6: 7 Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

The Tanach

obscure and underhand about all this, that was little to the young man's fancy. It looked like a snare; and yet who could suppose a snare in such a quiet by-street and in a house of so prosperous and even noble an exterior? And yet - snare or no snare, intentionally or unintentionally - here he was, prettily trapped; and for the life of him he could see no way out of it again. The darkness began to weigh upon him. He gave ear; all was silent without, but within and close by he seemed to catch a faint sighing, a faint sobbing rustle, a little stealthy creak - as though many persons were at his side, holding themselves quite still, and governing even their respiration with the extreme of slyness. The idea went

and trousers, and boots were upon the ebony table, and a "gyp" was brushing away at them just within the door-- in wet weather he performed these functions entirely within the library--as innocent of the incongruity of his position as my guide himself. Oh! Richard of Bury, I sighed, for a sharp stone from your sling to pierce with indignant sarcasm the mental armour of these College dullards.

Happily, things are altered now, and the disgrace of such neglect no longer hangs on the College. Let us hope, in these days of revived respect for antiquity, no other College library is in a similar plight.

Not Englishmen alone are guilty, however, of such unloving treatment