the days of my life

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ribed　to　me　how；　when　the　royal　bodies　were　borne　from　this　resting…place　and　shipped　for　conveyance　to　Cairo；　there　to　find　a　new　tomb　in　the　glass　cases　of　a　museum；　the　fellaheen　women　ran　along　the　banks　wailing　because　their　ancient　kings　were　being　taken　from　among　them。　They　cast　dust　upon　their　hair；　still　dressed　in　a　hundred　plaits；　as　was　that　of　those　far…off　mothers　of　theirs　who　had　wailed　when　these　Pharaohs　were　borne　with　solemn　pomp　to　the　homes　they　called　eternal。　Poor　kings！　who　dreamed　not　of　the　glass　cases　of　the　Cairo　Museum；　and　the　gibes　of　tourists　who　find　the　awful　majesty　of　their　whithered　brows　a　matter　for　jest　and　smiles。　Often　I　wonder　how　we　dare　to　meddle　with　these　hallowed　relics；　especially　now　in　my　age。　Then　I　did　not　think　so　much　of　it；　indeed　I　have　taken　a　hand　at　the　business　myself。

On　that　same　visit　I　saw　the　excavation　of　some　very　early　burials　in　the　shadow　of　the　pyramids　of　Ghizeh；　so　early　that　the　process　of　mummification　was　not　then　practised。　The　skeletons　lay　upon　their　sides　in　the　prenatal　position。　The　learned　gentleman　in　charge　of　the　excavation　read　to　me　the　inscription　in　the　little　ante…chamber　of　one　of　these　tombs。

If　I　remember　right；　it　ran　as　follows：　“Here　A。　B。　＇I　forget　the　name　of　the　deceased＇；　priest　of　the　Pyramid　of　Khufu；　sleeps　in　Osiris　awaiting　the　resurrection。　He　passed　all　his　long　life　in　righteousness　and　peace。”

That；　at　any　rate；　was　the　sense　of　it；　and　I　bethought　me　that　such　an　epitaph　would　have　been　equally　fitting　to；　let　us　say；　the　dean　of　a　cathedral　in　the　present　century。　Well；　perhaps　a　day　will　e　when　Westminster　Abbey　and　our　other　sacred　burying…places　will　be　ransacked　in　like　manner；　and　the　relics　of　our　kings　and　great　ones　exposed