In very truth it was. That's what all the reports said,
and who did not hear them? The Dryad knew everything that is told
here of the new wonder in the city of cities.
"Fly away, ye birds! fly away to see, and then come back
and tell me," said the Dryad.
The wish became an intense desire—became the one thought
of a life. Then, in the quiet silent night, while the full moon was
shining, the Dryad saw a spark fly out of the moon's disc, and fall
like a shooting star. And before the tree, whose leaves waved to
and fro as if they were stirred by a tempest, stood a noble,
mighty, and grand figure. In tones that were at once rich and
strong, like the trumpet of the Last Judgment bidding farewell to
life and summoning to the great account, it said:
"Thou shalt go to the city of magic
