For the rest, I found them, Heaven be thanked! with healthy cheeks and lusty voices.

One was holding a slice of white bread, like a king's son; the other a crust of brown bread, as becomes the offspring of a philosopher.

I pray the gods to have both the sower and the seed in their keeping; to watch over this field wherein the ears of corn are so kindly alike.

Ah! I heard too their pretty voices, so sweet that in the childish prattle of one and the other I seemed somehow to be listening--yes! in that chirping of your pretty chickens--to the limpid+ and harmonious notes of your own oratory.

Take care! you will find me growing independent, having those I could love in your place:--love, on the surety of my eyes and ears." "Magistro meo salutem!" replies the Emperor, "I too have seen my little ones in your sight of them; as, also, I saw yourself in reading your [226] letter.