he different
so-called SAVIOURS of mankind _all melt into ONE_, and that they are
_allegorical_, for "_Saviour_" was only a title of the _Sun_,[492:3] and
his being put to death on the cross, signifies no more than the
restriction of the power of the Sun in the winter quarter. With Justin
Martyr, then, we can say:

"There exists not a people, whether Greek or barbarian, or any
other race of men, by whatsoever appellation or manners they
may be distinguished, however ignorant of arts or agriculture,
whether they dwell under the tents, or wander about in
crowded wagons, among whom prayers are not offered up in the
name of A CRUCIFIED SAVIOUR[493:1] to the Father and creator
of all things."[493:2]

9. "_And many women were there beholding afar off._"[493:3] The tender
mother who had watched over him at his birth, and the fair maidens whom
he has loved, will never forsake him. They yet remain with him, and
while their tears drop on his feet, which they kiss, their voices cheer
him in his last hour. In these we have the _Dawn_, who bore him, and the
fair and beautiful lights which flush the Eastern sky as the Sun sinks
or dies in the West.[493:4] Their tears are the tears of dew, such as
Eos weeps at the death of her child.

All the Sun-gods forsake their homes and virgin mothers, and wander
through different countries doing marvellous things. Finally, at the end
of their career, the mother, from whom they were parted long ago, is by
their side to cheer them in their last hours.[493:5]

The ever-faithful women were to be found at the last scene in the life
of _Buddha_. Kasyapa having found the departed master's feet soiled and
wet, asked Nanda the cause of it. "He was told that a weeping woman had
embraced Gautama's feet shortly before his death, and that her tears had
fallen on his feet and left the marks on them."[493:6]

In his last hours, _OEdipous_ (the Sun) has been cheered by the
presence of Antigone.[493:7]

At the death of _Hercules_, Iole (_the fair-haired Dawn_) stands by his
side, cheering him to the last. With her gentle hands she sought to
soothe his pain, and with pitying words to cheer him in his woe. Then
once more the face of Hercules flushed with a deep joy, and he said:

"Ah, Iole, brightest of maidens, thy voice shall cheer me as I
sink down in the sleep of death. I saw and loved thee in the
bright _morning time_, and now again thou hast come, _in