hands prepared a small quantity of cloves and cinnamon. What was her surprise, when, having spread
the ashes of the bird upon this funeral pyre, she saw
it blaze of itself! All was presently consumed. In
the place of the ashes there appeared nothing but a
large egg, whence she saw her bird issue more brilliant than ever. This was one of the most happy
moments the princess had ever experienced in her
whole life. There was but another that could ever
be dearer to her; it was the object of her wishes, but
almost beyond her hopes.
"I plainly see," said she, to the bird, "you are the phoenix of which I have heard so much spoken. I am almost ready to expire with joy and astonishment. I did not believe in your resurrection; but it is my good fortune to be convinced of it."
"Resurrection, in fact," said the phoenix to her, "is one of the most simple things in the world. There is nothing more in being born twice than once. Everything in this world is the effect of resurrection. Caterpillars are regenerated into butterflies; a kernel put into the earth is regenerated into a tree. All animals buried in earth regenerate into vegetation, herbs, and plants, and nourish other animals, of which they speedily compose part of the substance. All particles which compose bodies are transformed into different beings. It is true, that I am the only one to whom Oromasdes has granted the favor of regenerating my own form."
Formosanta, who, from the moment she first saw
