My ost hunt ion of tho coloured Cross, Aa al-o of tho Knights. Cm*. Vos ; tliou doat oft Throw in ouo JHH ao many things, ono looks To soo a hotch-potch cotno of it, yet when The broth is ready, it is nutritive. Moi.AT. Thou art a handicraftsman, Hrother Clan», A German true; ye Germans apprehend Slowly indeed but surely, aud 'tis well ! Dear Clans, I die ; tho Order too, |erhaps,— Hut I undoubtedly ! Cl.AUs (with intense ixi/ri). Wilt thou destroy Me utterly? M01.AY (smiling). Poor fool !—a testament Is not yet absolutely death ! (Seriously.) I gavo The Knowledge to thee, seeing thou could'st act ; Thou stridest forth in action, so no less In Wisdom surely ! Tho red Cross—tho Knights ! A colour red is; it can le wash'd out ! A Knight, a Chevalier, is ono who rides, Put like his poor old horse, goes lamo at last ! E'en though tho Cross ho shatter'd, there remain Yet fragments doing duty for tho whole ! And as for knights, there's no great need of them, h'or who knows how to use his arms and legs, He has been knighted by Queen Nature. (After a j-ause, during which he holds CLACS with a fixed g i:; looking into his eyes with intense and increasing scrutiny.) Clans ! What wilt thou do ? If I should die, what part Wilt thou perform ? Thou caust do much ! He mine *C. II.] Tilt: Tl MPI Aké IX Cil XI». 24-,