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ARIADNE. 37and oranges begin to fall at your feet, as youwalk, and the arbutus begins to redden itsberries,and the maize has its embrowned plumes,tall as the sapHngs of maple.It matters nothing howIfared; toiling onthrough the white dust along that road by thesea, with the blue wavesunderneath and thegreenpalms above me.Iwalked all the way; the sum of Ersilia'smoney was smaU, andIcould not tell howImight need it. OftenIpaid my night's lodgingand supper by an hour of stitching at brokenshoeleather, and Pales if tired never complained.Iknew a dog once which, taken from its homein Paris to new owners inMilan,ran away fromthe unknown master, and found its wayon footaU thosemany wearymUes across the mountains,back to Paris, and died upon the doorstep ofits old home; this is true;no fancy, but a fact;will you heed it,you who call the animals dumbbeasts ?Ionly did what that poor lonely little dogfound possible, hunted and baffled, and tormentedwith hunger and thirst, as no doubt it