father, a printer by trade, in setting type.--Translator's Note.) At a
certain hour of the day, a ray of sunlight would glint through the
window of the gloomy workshop and light up the little compositor's
case. Then his eight-legged neighbour would come down from her web and
on the edge of the case take her share of the sunshine. The boy did not
interfere with her; he welcomed the trusting visitor as a friend and as
a pleasant diversion from the long monotony. When we lack the society
of our fellow-men, we take refuge in that of animals, without always
losing by the change.

I do not, thank God, suffer from the melancholy of a cellar: my
solitude is gay with light and verdure; I attend, whenever I please,
the fields' high festival, the Thrushes' concert, the Crickets'
symphony; and yet my friendly commerce with the Spider is marked by an
even greater devotion than the young type-setter's. I admit her to the
intimacy of my study, I make room for her among my books, I set her in
the sun on my window-ledge, I visit her assiduously at her home, in the
country. The object of our relations is not to create a means of escape
from the petty worries of life, pin-pricks whereof I have my share like
other men, a very large share, indeed; I propose to submit to the
Spider a host of questions whereto, at times, she condescends to reply.

To what fair problems does not the habit of frequenting her give rise!
To set them forth worthily, the marvellous art which the little printer
was to acquire were not too much. One needs the pen of a Michelet; and
I have but a rough, blunt pencil. Let us try, nevertheless: even when
poorly clad, truth is still beautiful.

The most robust Spider in my district is the Narbonne Lycosa, or
Black-bellied Tarantula, clad in black velvet on the lower surface,
especially under the belly, with brown chevrons on the abdomen and grey
and white rings around the legs. Her favourite home is the dry, pebbly
ground, covered with sun-scorched thyme. In my harmas laboratory there
are quite twenty of this Spider's burrows. Rarely do I pass by one of
these haunts without giving a glance down the pit where gleam, like
diamonds, the four great eyes, the four telescopes, of the hermit. The
four others, which are much smaller, are not visible at that depth.

Would I have greater riches, I have but to walk a hundred yards from my
house, on the neighbouring plateau, once a shady forest, to-day a
dreary solitude where the