text:  Pluck an anemone one of these many anemones which once was called the sorcerer's flower [18] and bore a part perhaps in his horrid ritual of fear; carry it to that stone which mimics the outline of a heathen altar and once was called the sorcerer's altar[18]; then bending your knee and raising your right hand to God say --"Father which art in heaven--this lovely anemone that once glorified the worship of fear has travelled back into thy fold; this altar which once reeked with bloody rites to Cortho has long been rebaptized into thy holy service