folded under his paws, his head 

 a little on one side, the better to 

 question me, at once attentive 

 and tranquil, as a saint should be 

 in the presence of God. He was 

 happy with the happiness which 

 we, perhaps, shall never know, 

 since it sprang from the smile 

 and the approval of a life incom- 

 parably higher than his own. 

 He was there, studying, drinking 

 in all my looks; and he replied 

 to them gravely, as from equal to 

 equal, to inform me, no doubt, 

 that, at least through the eyes 



