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Doubtless he longed to hasten at once to Daphne, but he felt that he could not take leave of her until he had first cast off, as his heart and mind dictated, the terrible burden which oppressed his soul Besides, he knew that the object of his love would not part fro him one last word

On the way his heart throbbed ale, and what threatened her father, and her with hiround He could think only of his design, and hoas to execute it

Yet ought he not to have the laurel wreath put on, in order, after reenius of Myrtilus?

Yet no!

Did he still possess the right to award this noble branch to any one? He was appearing before his coive truth its just due It was repulsive to endow this explanation of an unfortunate error with a captivating aspect by any theatrical adornment To be honest, even for the porter, was a siuide forced a path for his of slaves and co palaestra

The doorkeepers admitted the blind man, ell known here, without delay; but he called to the slave: "Quick, Patran, and not ayptian obeyed, and his master crossed the wide space, streith sand, and approached the stage which had been erected for the festal perforht, his blood was coursing so wildly through his veins that he uish the statues around hiether, richly garlanded, their cheeks gloith enthusiasm, surrounded the arena

"Hermon!" shouted his friend Soteles in joyful surprise in the midst of this painful walk "Her on his friend's arrew louder and louder as Soteles fulfilled the sculptor's request and led hin from the director of the festival, the chorus, which had just sung a hyan to speak, and noisy applause thundered around hie hich he offered cordial congratulations to the estiiven; but the shouts soon ceased, for the audience had heard hisa personal ues, as well as to the others who had honoured him with their interest and, only too loudly, with undeserved applause The more closely what he had to say concerned himself, the briefer he would make his story