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28 28 Imaginary Coiwermtion. had given her in escaping from them. now we are quite out of them all! How cool is the saooifrage! how cool the ivy-leaves ! I fancy, my sweet scholar ! or shall I rather say (for you have been so oftener) my sweet teacher! they are not ivy-leaves : to me they appear to be periwincles. I will gather soine and see, said Thelymnia. Periwincles cover wide and deep hollows : of what are they incapable when the convolvulus is in league with them ! She slipt from the arm of Euthymedes, and in an instant had disappeared. In an instant too he had followed. PANETIUS. These are mad pranks, and always end ill. Moonlights ! cannot we see them quietly from the tops of our houses, or from the plain pavement ? Must we give challenges to mastiffs, make appointments with wolves, run after asps. and languish for stonequarries ? Unwary philosopher and simple girl ! Were they found again ? POLYBIUS. Yea, by Castor ! and most unwillingly. SCIPIO. I do not wonder. When the bones are broken, without the consolation of some great service rendered in such mis- fortune, and when beauty must become deformity, I can well believe that they both would rather have perished. POLYBIUS. Amaranth on the couch of Jove and Hebe was never softer than the bed they fell on. Critolaus had advanced to the opening of his cavern : he had heard the exclamation of Thelymnia as she was falling. . he forgave her. . he ran to her for her forgiveness. . he heard some low sounds. . he smote his heart, or it had fainted in him. . he stopt. Euthymedes was raising up Thelymnia, forgetful (as was too apparent) of himself. Traitor! exclamed the firy Critolaus, thy blood shall pay for this. Impostor! whose lesson this very day was, that luxury is the worst of poisons ! Critolaus J answered he calmly, drawing his robe about him, ive will not talk of blood. As for my lesson of today ^