and Ambrose following faithfully at his heels, 

 our kind Sylvester went forward again along 

 the road, until at last they all came to a stop 

 before the great gate of gold which is set in 

 the outer wall of the city. 

 t "Knock at the gate, master," said the dog. 

 <8fc "Nay," said Sylvester, "who am I that I 

 should knock? I am unworthy." 

 "fifc 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. 

 ^fe And at last a Voice came from within, say- 

 ing, "Who stands without?" and Sylvester 

 made answer: "It is I, Sylvester, the hum- 

 blest 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." 



% At this there was a pause, and then the 

 Voice spoke again: 



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