our to every one who honestly means to uphold
the truth. We will beseech the immortals with prayers and sacrifices
to restore sight to your artist eyes. If I am permitted, my dear young
comrade, to see you continue to create, it will be a source of joy to me
and all of us; yet the Muses, even though unasked, lead into the eternal
realm of beauty the elect who consecrates his art to truth with the
right earnestness."

The embrace with which the venerable hero of the festival seemed to
absolve Hermon was greeted with loud applause; but the kind words which
Euphranor, in the weak voice of age, had addressed to the blind man had
been unintelligible to the large circle of guests.

When he again descended to the arena new plaudits rose; but soon hisses
and other signs of disapproval blended with them, which increased in
strength and number when a well known critic, who had written a learned
treatise concerning the relation of the Demeter to Hermon's earlier
works, expressed his annoyance in a loud whistle. The dissatisfied and
disappointed spectators now vied with one another to silence those who
were cheering by a hideous uproar while the latter expressed more
and more loud the sincere esteem with which they were inspired by the
confession of the artist who, though cruelly prevented from winning
fresh fame, cast aside the wreath which a dead man had, as were,
proffered from his tomb.

Probably every man thought that, in the same situation, he would have
done the same yet not only justice--nay, compassion--dictated showing
the blind artist that they believed in and would sustain him. The
ill-disposed insisted that Hermon had only done what duty commanded
the meanest man, and the fact that he had deceived all Alexandria still
remained. Not a few joined this party, for larger possession excite envy
perhaps even more frequently than greater fame.

Soon the approving and opposing voices mingled in an actual conflict.
But before the famous sculptor Chares, the great and venerable artist
Nicias, and several younger friends of Hermon quelled this unpleasant
disturbance of the beautiful festival, the blind man, leaning on the arm
of his fellow-artist Soteles, had left the palaestra.

At the exit he, parted from his friend, who had been made happy by the
ability to absolve his more distinguished leader from the reproach of
having become faithless to their common purpose, and who intended to
intercede further in his behalf in the