SS " Knock at the gate, master," said the 

 dog. 



S2 " Nay," said Sylvester, " who am I that I 

 should knock ? I am unworthy." 

 ^8 Then Ambrose began to bark, and Justin 

 neighed, and Anselm piped the Song of the 

 Exile, and Barbara, too, made a noise after 

 her own kind, all of them desiring that their 

 friend Sylvester might be allowed to enter ; 

 but still the great gate remained closed. 

 B8 And at last a Voice came from within, 

 saying, " Who stands without ? " and Syl- 

 vester made answer : " It is I, Sylvester, the 

 humblest of God's creatures. I have no merit 

 of my own, but I have toiled much, and now 

 would rest for a little in order that I may the 

 better toil again." 



S8 At this there was a pause, and then the 

 Voice spoke again : 



9S " What have these who stand with thee 

 to say on thy behalf ? " 



8 " He took me in," said the horse, " when 



I was faint and wounded. He cared for me 



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