come out the assassin, on this spot he shall be torn to pieces!" "Merciful God," cried the hermit from the ground, where he still lay, "that is the terrible Catinat, who knows no compassion!"—after a few words exchanged among them, the high and almost hoarse voice of the youth was heard. "Silence all," cried he vehemently: nothing more could be distinguished, for a confused murmur arose. The child glancing from under her dishevelled fair long tresses, said: "Observe, my little David will yet save that great Goliath there." The crowds without drew themselves up and marched away, the youth returned again by the garden-door, much heated and nearly breathless; he approached, the hermit still lying prostrate, fixed his eyes upon him, then caught him by the breast and said, "rise up, God has again spared you to-day, you are safe, return to the town or to your own house:" He then turned to the huntsman, whispered something in his ear, whereupon the latter suddenly fell terrified upon his knees and ex-
