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dense physical
substance
which
is imbibed by Mercury for his fixation;
but here as always we should
prefer the more spiritual
interpretation.
Bye,
Baby
Bunting
!
Daddy
's gone a-hunting.
He 's gone to get a rabbit-skin
To wrap my Baby Bunting
in.
This is a mystical
charge to the new-born
soul to keep still, to remain
steadfast in meditation
; for, in Bye^ Beth
is the
letter of thought,
Yod
that of the Hermit.
It tells the soul that the Father of All will clothe
him about
with
His
own
majestical
silence.
For
is not the rabbit
he
" who lay low and said nuffin ' "?
Pat-a-cake,
pat-a-cake,
baker's
man !
Bake me a cake as fast as you can !
Pat it and prick
it and mark it with P !
Bake it in the oven for baby and me !
This rime is usually
accompanied
(even to-day in the nursery)
with
a
ceremonial
clapping
of hands — the symbol
of Samadhi.
Compare
what
is said on this subject in our comment
on the famous
" Advent " passage
in Thessalonians.
The
cake
is of course
the
bread
of the
sacrament,
and it would
ill
become Frater P. to comment
upon
the third line — though
it may be