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14ARIADNE.had been forsaken. Icould say nothing to him.Iknew that he was nolonger himself.Helooked at my Apollo Sandaliarius,the littlewhite figure that he had sculptured in the daysof his youth, when he had been a lustrous-eyed,eager-Hmbedlad, fiUed with anoble and buoyantfervour of Hfe, and that faith inhis ownstrengthwhich compels the destinyit craves.A great anguish came into his eyes." Ah! to go back five-and-twenty years; —who would not give his very soul to do it!Well,Ihave allIwished for then; and whatuseisit? "Then,asif ashamed, he paused, and added, ina colder, calmer voice, —"I cannot tell whereImay go — the east,most likely. Comfort mj' mother.good man. Farewell, my friend."Hepressedmy hand, and left meYou are aThe sky seemed emptier, the world seemedgreyer, than before. But he did wisely to go —thatIknew. Here, inaction and the desperatepain of failing force would gnaw at his veryvitals, till he would curse himself and weep