again of sorrow. Then it changed to a
solemn, stately march; then there was a sound of rippling sweetness,
ending in a lullaby so soothing that he fell fast asleep.

"When he awoke he was in his cell; the door was gone and the mystic hall
had vanished. He went into his garden, and heard for the first time the
sweet song of birds, the hum of insects, and the soft sound of flowing
water from the marble fountain. He heard the swaying of the wind among
the leaves and branches of the trees, and the sound of his own footsteps
on the path.

"'Now for the last door,' he said, as he opened it, and was dazzled by a
flood of light which nearly blinded him. _Sight_, which had been before
but faint and dim, now became clear and open. He found himself in his
old room of taste; but instead of the walls were crystal windows, and
his table of fruits and food looked small in the midst of the vast
space. He turned into his garden: what a change was there! He saw that
the roses were a deep, deep red, and pink, and yellow, and white; that
the flowers were of every hue and shade of colour, and the trees of
varying green.

"Now he saw the birds whose sweet songs he had often heard, some in
bright plumage, and others of graver colours.

"He saw the insects flying about with whose soft hum he was familiar;
some too of whose existence he knew nothing before--the noiseless
butterflies of brown and gold, of deep orange or pale yellow, of azure
blue or cream and brown and crimson.

"He saw the darting dragon-fly, shining in black and blue, with gauzy
wings of pearly tints; and other insects brilliant with many colours,
shining or dusky, flitting by or crawling along the ground.

"Tired out at last with all these wonders, he went back to his cell and
slept.

"He awoke thinking, 'There are now no new doors to open;' but when he
turned to the wall on the opposite side, he saw a door that he had not
noticed before.

"He went up to it, but it was bolted and barred from without, and the
key was in the lock on the outside. 'That door is not meant for me to
open,' he said; and he went once more into his garden. The high walls
were gone, the room with the crystal windows had vanished, but the
senses of taste, of smell, of touch, of hearing, and of sight remained.

"He could now go where he liked. He saw the meadows whose sweet smell of
newly-mown grass had delighted him in his garden; and he wandered down
to the shore, where he felt again the str