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Unable to penetrate the inscrutable judgments of God, I am more than ever thankful that my life has been prolonged till I could in some small measure comprehend His mercy. As there is no man who does not at some time render himself amenable to the one, quum vix Justus sit securus, so there is none that does not feel himself in daily need of the other.
III. XIV. Cato's Encyclopedia Cicero says that he treated his learned slave Dionysius more respectfully than Scipio treated Panaetius, and in the same sense it is said in Lucilius: -Paenula, si quaeris, canteriu', servu', segestre Utilior mihi, quam sapiens-. IV. XII. Panaetius -Qua vix caprigeno generi gradilis gressio est-.
The epitaph in the Lateran is as follows: Isabellas Sfortiæ Joannis Pisaurensium P. Feminæ Sui Temporis Prudentia Ac Pietate Insigni Exec. Test. P. Vix. Ann LVII. M. VII. D. III Obiit Ann. MDLXI. XI Kal. Febr. Consensu Nobilium De Mutis De Papazurris. Above is a profile in marble.
So the merry lot went to this hollow one calm evening and Mother Fox made them lie still in the grass. Presently a faint squeak showed that the game was astir. Vix rose up and went on tiptoe into the grass not crouching but as high as she could stand, sometimes on her hind legs so as to get a better view.
"Capital, Vix; the only one that was worth hearing!" "I am so glad! And did he look handsome while he was speaking? I think the Swiss sunshine has rather over-cooked him, you know; but he is not unbecomingly brown." "He looked as handsome a young fellow as you need wish to set eyes on." "My dear Edward," remonstrated Mrs.
Quis in Arithmetica non stupet, eum tot difficultates superasse, quibus explicandis Villafrancus, Lucas de Burgo, Stifelius, Tartalea, vix ac ne vix quidem pares esse potuissent?"
But old Vixen was up in natural history she knew squirrel nature and took the case in hand when the proper time came. She hid the children and lay down flat in the middle of the open glade. The saucy low-minded squirrel came and scolded as usual. But she moved no hair. He came nearer and at last right over head to chatter: "You brute you, you brute you." But Vix lay as dead.
This was very perplexing, so the squirrel came down the trunk and peeping about made a nervous dash across the grass, to another tree, again to scold from a safe perch. "You brute you, you useless brute, scarrr-scarrrr." But flat and lifeless on the grass lay Vix. This was most tantilizing to the squirrel.
The frightened animal ran for several hundred yards, then Vix got off, knowing that there was now a hopeless gap in the scent, and returned to the den. But the dogs, baffled by the break in the trail, soon did the same, to find Vix hanging about in despair, vainly trying to decoy us away from her treasures. Meanwhile Paddy plied both pick and shovel with vigor and effect.
He was naturally curious and disposed to be venturesome, so again he came to the ground and skurried across the glade nearer than before. Still as death lay Vix, "surely she was dead." And the little foxes began to wonder if their mother wasn't asleep. But the squirrel was working himself into a little craze of foolhardy curiosity.
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