the apartment their decorative
grace. There were also an art gallery, a library, and a museum of
jewels.

On one side of the palace a square cloistered arcade surrounded a
marble court. In the centre of the court lay a square pool of crystal
water, whose basin had been chiselled out of the solid rock. The pool
was fed by a wide water-fall falling down a precipice on the pavement.
Here also were several pagodas containing chimes of bells and large
oblong vases of stone filled with blooming flowers.

Amid such splendor I began to realize that love has the power of
spiritualizing all things, of interfusing them with its own rapture.
Under its flame all colors brighten, all movement becomes divine, all
labor seems holy. The sea attains a deeper blue, the shores a brighter
green, the beloved one becomes more beautiful, more delicate and
supernatural. Love, indeed, is an ultramarine and ultramontane joy!

"This delight," said Lyone as she lay in her boudoir, plunged in
delicious blessedness, "fills my soul with universal peace. Hitherto
pained with the chagrin of life, I welcome this unwonted repose. Oh, I
am supremely happy!"

"This expedition," I replied, "is not to observe the transit of Venus,
but the possession of Venus, to weigh each other's souls and read the
poetry written in every fold of the heart. It would be the perfection
of life if such reality of the ideal could surround us forever, but in
a world where the worm doth conquer, where the storm wastes the flower
and herb, such felicity is purchased only by the sacrifice of
ourselves or of others. But while it lasts let us prize its ineffable
joy. Hitherto," I continued, "philosophy has said that if we do not
want to be undeceived we should never visit the haunts of
imagination, for the fruits thereof are ashes, but we will create a
new philosophy, that will assert that the haunts of imagination are
ideally real, that the veritable Fountain of Youth has been
discovered, that Eldorado may be won."

The following day found us floating on the lake before, the palace in
a beautiful magnic boat. Musicians occupied a pagoda overlooking the
lake, and made the air sweet with their music. The lake seemed to fill
the crater of an extinct volcano, and miles away on its further shore
rose the lofty precipices of a mountain crest. It was most delightful
to float on its profound wave, at an elevation of four thousand feet,
and yet see the sea beneath us, and we surrounded