. . . . . .
Let us for a while leave the unfortunate Mede, and take a view of the
hero of the lions' den.
When Daniel was thrust among the lions, the sun was yet one hour above
the western horizon, and the light from the top of the den, made the
interior comparatively light. When he found himself at the bottom, for a
minute he walked to and fro, then fell on his knees, and began to pour
his prayers into the ears of the God of his fathers. The lions, quite
unaccustomed to such a sight, looked on for a while in silent wonder.
Then they ran together to the other end of the den, where the old lion of
all--the "lord of the manor"--and his aged companion, the old lioness, the
mistress of the "establishment," were, heedless of the youthful pranks
and occasional quarrels of their offspring, enjoying a good, comfortable
sleep. A loud roar from one of the youngsters, which was answered by
another louder roar from his companion, aroused the energies of the old
couple.
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