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Her away a troublesoods! I know by h I was only seven years old when I was bereft of her by the saood and wise, and who have also robbed ht, my friend, and all else that was dear I thank you for your kind intention, and you, too, Daphne, for recalling the beautiful allegory How often we have argued over its ht pleasantly shorten the next few hours, which I dread as I do ed in the outset to yield the victory to you The great Herophilus is right when he transfers the seat of thought fro here behind my brow, and how one voice drowns another! The medley baffles description I could more easily count with my blind eyes the cells in a honeycomb than refute with my bewildered brain even one shrewd objection It sees We certainly do to taste Whatever I eat and drink--langustae and ht Mareotic wine and the dark liquor of Byblus uish it The leech assures es into endurable order there is nothing better for me than solitude and rest, rest, rest"

"We will not deny thenificantly at Daphne "Proclus's enthusiastic judg over it in the in what a wealth of exquisite joys will be yours through your last ly, if I can," replied the blindhis hand "If I could only escape the doubt whether thebaser than to rob the artist, the very person to whoht"

"Yes, it is terrible," Daphne assented "Yet it seeift is at the disposal of you artists than of us other mortals, for you understand how to look with the eyes of the soul With them you retain what you have seen, and illumine it with a special radiance Homer was blind, and for that very reason, I think, the world and life becah a veil concealed both from his physical vision"