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But, as the lion’s head appeared to be in no haste to speak, and as there was no record or tradition of its having spoken, during the whole existence of the chair, Grandfather did not consider it worth while to wait. "Charley, my boy," said Grandfather, "do you remember who was the last occupant of the chair?" "It was Lieutenant-Governor Hutchinson," answered Charley.
Meanwhile, the lion’s head nodded at Grandfather, with as polite and sociable a look as a lion’s visage, carved in oak, could possibly be expected to assume. Well, this is strange! "Good evening, my old friend," said the dry and husky voice, now a little clearer than before. "We have been intimately acquainted so long, that I think it high time we have a chat together."
Similar features in our parable are the wandering in the dense forest, the stay in the lion’s den, the going through the dark passage into the garden, the being shut up in the prison or, in the language of alchemy, the receptacle. Introversion is continually connected with regression.
‘What such an one may either think or say, With sober people matters not one pin; In their opinion his own senseless bray Proves him the ASS WRAPT IN A LION’S SKIN!’ Better is the following address to a certain Dr.
Yet here stood the chair, with the old Lincoln coat of arms, and the oaken flowers and foliage, and the fierce lion’s head at the summit, the whole, apparently, in as perfect preservation as when it had first been placed in the Earl of Lincoln’s Hall. And what vast changes of society and of nations had been wrought by sudden convulsions or by slow degrees, since that era!
This was done by polishing and varnishing it, and by gilding the carved work of the elbows, and likewise the oaken flowers of the back. The lion’s head now shone like a veritable lump of gold. Finally, Governor Belcher gave the chair a cushion of blue damask, with a rich golden fringe.
In looking for correspondences we discover them even upon superficial examination. Most noticeable is the complete and sudden change of place. The wanderer, as I will hereafter call the narrator of the parable, sees himself immediately transported from the place near the lion’s den to the top of a wall, and does not know how he has come there. Later he comes down just as suddenly.
The fortunate guests devoured dainties reserved for the special use of royalty: the flour of the bread was from Assos, the wine from Helbon, the water to dilute the wine had come in silver flasks from the Choaspes by Susa. The king even distributed the special unguent of lion’s fat and palm wine which no subject, unpermitted, could use and shun the death penalty.
His face, wasted to a mere skeleton, was ghastly white, while his long yellow hair hung in matted locks about his brow, and a look of wild frenzy was in his eye, as darting toward the paralyzed Julia, he seized her as with a lion’s grasp and shook her most furiously. Bill Jeffrey was close behind.
I know that we cannot do higher honor to great minds than when we throw as strong a light on their demerits as on their merits. When we sing the praises of a Hercules, we must also mention that he once laid aside the lion’s skin and sat down to the distaff: what then? he remains notwithstanding a Hercules!
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