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ARIADNE. 159A Divine City indeed, holding in its innumerablechambers and its courts of granite andof porphyry aU that man has ever dreamed of,in his hope and in his terror, of the UnknownGod.She sat quite stUl along whde,while the sunbeamscame hi from on high, and the graveguardians of the place pacedbehind the grating.There was no sound at all anywhere,except thesound of the distant water fallingin the gardenswithout,farther away beyond the home of theMuses and of the ApoUo Musagetes.Then suddenly she rose and looked again atthe statue." This has hved two thousand years and more,and menstUl sayitis beautiful.Itried to makesuch a statue of him, so that his beauty shouldlive always. Iwill try once more. Otherwomen could not do that. Perhaps the worldwill praise it, and he wiU see it, and then he"wiU knowKnow how weU she loved him still! Ah, thathe knew too well! Men like Hilarion neverdistrust then- own power to keep what once