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THE SATYR AND THE TRAVELLER. 



A Satyr, as he was ranging the forest in an ex- 

 ceedingly cold snowy season, met with a Traveller 

 half-starved with the extremity of the weather. He 

 took compassion on him, and kindly invited him 

 home to a warm cave he had in the hollow of a rock. 

 As soon as they had entered and sat down, not- 

 withstanding there was a good fire in the place, 

 the chilly Traveller could not forbear blowing his 

 fingers. Upon the Satyr asking him why he did 

 so? he answered that he did it to warm his hands. 

 The honest Sylvan having seen little of the world, 

 admired a man that was master of so valuable a 

 quality as that of blowing heat; and therefore re- 

 solved to entertain him in the best manner he 

 could. He spread the table with dried fruits of 

 several sorts, and produced a remnant of old cordial 

 wine, Avhich he mulled with some warm spices over 



