THE LION. 



killed, which, having no fire, he drafted by the heat of the fun. They lived 

 thus in harmony above three years, when Androclus, tired of the company 

 of his favage friend, quitted the cavern and went to Rome, where he was foon 

 recognifed, and condemned to be torn in pieces by wild beafls. A Lion was 

 accordingly turned loofe upon him, which, as foon as he faw him, inflead of 

 attacking him, inflantly paufed, as if to recollect himfelf; then gradually 

 approaching him, he began to fawn on him, and loaded him with his 

 caretfes: when Androclus was recovered from his nrfl panic, he foon 

 reeolle&ed his old friend and companion in the cavern, who had been taken 

 captive foon after their feparation, and by that means, had this opportunity 

 given him of mowing his grateful remembrance of his friend's fervices, by 

 fparing the life of him, from whom he had received fo much benefit. Their 

 joy and careues were mutual, the fcene was truly afFe&ing, and Androclus 

 obtained his pardon (a.) 



But a more recent inflance of the Lion's recollection, is related by 

 Mr. Hope (b,) in the following words : " One day that I had the honour of 

 dining with the Dutchefs of Hamilton, her Grace told the company, after 

 dinner, if they had any curiofity to fee her Lion, me would attend them, 

 and order the keeper to feed him. We gladly accepted the offer, and went 

 down to the court, to fee the Lion get his dinner. While we flood at the 

 cage, admiring the fiercenefs of his looks, and his terrible roar, each time we 

 provoked him with flicks to fly at us and abandon his prey, the porter 

 came and told the Dutchefs, that a fergeant, with fome recruits at the gate, 

 begged leave to be admitted to fee the Lion. Her Grace, with great 

 condefcenfion and good-nature, afked permiflion of the company to let the 

 travellers come in, as they would then have the fatisfa&ion of feeing the 

 animal fed. They were accordingly admitted, at the moment the Lion was 

 growling over his prey. The fergeant advancing to the cage, called out, 

 " Nero, Nero, poor Nero, don't you know me?" The animal inllantly 

 turned his head and looked at him ; then rofe up, left his prey, and came 



(a) Aulus Gellius, lib. 5. cap. 14. , (b) Thoughts, in Prose and Verse, by John Hope, Stockton, 1782. 



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