THE DAUGHTER OF THE HORSELEECH
and for three hundred and twenty-five myriads of myriads of
myriads of kotis of crores of lakhs of asankhayas of maha-
kalpas did he work with his divine power—and yet that
little crack was in nowise filled, but rather widened !
The god returned. ‘‘O Great White Spirit!” he whispered
—and the Universe shook with fear at the voice of him—
“Thou, and Thou alone, art worthy to fill this little crack
that Thou hast left.”
Then the Great White Spirit arose and formulated Himself
as the Pillar of Infinitude, even as the Mahalingam of Great
Shiva the Destroyer, who openeth his eye, and All is Not.
And behold! He was balanced in the crack, and the void
was filled, and Nature was content. And Elohim Gibor, and
Kamael the mighty and his Seraphim, and Graphiel, and
Bartzabel, and all the inhabitants of Madim shouted for joy
and gave glory and honour and praise to the Great White
Spirit; and the sound of their rejoicing filled the Worlds.
Now for one thousand myriad eternities the Great White
Spirit maintained Himself as the Pillar of Infinitude in the
midst of the little crack that he had overlooked ; and lo! He
was very weary.
“T cannot stay like this for ever,” He exclaimed; and
returned into His human shape, and filled the bowl of His
pipe, and lit it, and meditated... .
And I awoke, and behold it was a dream.
Then I too lit my pipe, and meditated.
“TI cannot see,” thought I, “that the situation will be in
any way amended, even if we agree to give them votes.”
ETHEL Ramsay.
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