n! By all the Gods that are not, I
will expose the cheat, or perish in the endeavour."

He arose early on the following morning and took his way towards the city
of Dorylaeum. The further he progressed in this direction, the louder
became the bruit of the oracle of Apollo, and the more emphatic the
testimonies to the piety, prophetic endowments, and personal attractions of
the priest Eubulides; his own resemblance to whom was the theme of
continual remark. On approaching the city, he found the roads swarming with
throngs hastening to the temple, about to take part in a great religious
ceremony to be held therein. The seriousness of worship blended
delightfully with the glee of the festival, and Eubulides, who at first
regarded the gathering with bitter scorn, found his moroseness insensibly
yielding to the poetic charm of the scene. He could not but acknowledge
that the imposture he panted to expose was at least the source of much
innocent happiness, and almost wished that the importance of religion,
considered as an engine of policy, had been offered to his contemplation
from this point of view, instead of the sordid and revolting aspect in
which it had been exhibited by the old woman.

In this ambiguous frame of mind he entered the temple. Before the high
altar stood the officiating priest, a young man, the image, yet not the
image, of himself. Lineament for lineament, the resemblance was exact, but
over the stranger's whole figure was diffused an air of majesty, of
absolute serenity and infinite superiority, which excluded every idea of
deceit, and so awed the young priest that his purpose of rushing forward to
denounce the impostor and drag him from the shrine was immediately and
involuntarily relinquished. As he stood confounded and irresolute, the
melodious voice of the hierophant rang through the temple:

"Let the priest Eubulides stand forth."

This summons naturally caused the greatest astonishment in every one but
Eubulides, who emerged as swiftly as he could from the swaying and
murmuring crowd, and confronted his namesake at the altar. A cry of
amazement broke from the multitude as they beheld the pair, whose main
distinction in the eyes of most was their garb. But, as they gazed, the
form of the officiating priest assumed colossal proportions; a circle of
beams, dimming sunlight, broke forth around his head; hyacinthine locks
clustered on his shoulders, his eyes sparkled with supernatural radiance; a
qui