Far away. in the interior of Tibet, probably among the dark Himalayas, there reposed a charming lake. Ari still waters were eighteen beautiful islands of different colours, and, but very strange had taken place that this od man should be so well The whole theory of this translation of the soul from a person about to die to the body of a person Just died had its origin meditation fs the swmmum bonus of Lamaism, the highway to the gates of Dehwajen, then surely in the land of the lamas where the heart could rink its fill, Silence and solitude reigned supreme. Mountains—eternal snow mountains—surrounded the lake on all sides. On one little island there rested snugly @ small temple, the only inhabitants of which were a hermit and his servant. For many years they lived entirely alone, cut off in summer from the shore, and only using the fee-road in winter to secure provisions for the long summer.
One day, the hermit became very sick, and ik looked as if he had not ong to live, He had no knowledge of medicine and there was no doctor near at hand. Realizing that nothing could be done, he called his servant and made this unusual oquest:—"Get me," he said, "the dead body of a lama who has died within. the past few days." The servant was astounded. Where could such a thing be found amid those lonely solitudes? What was he to do? The hermit had not long to live" Starting out over the ice he made for a small settlement, there he discovered that a fai Jama had died some three days p viously. With little difficulty, was able to secure the body and carry it back to the dying hermit. Tt proved, however, to be the body of a very old lama and the transac tion about to be performed demanded that there chauid be no great Gieparity in age,
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