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Favorinus who had been engaged in talk with Ptolemaeus, the astronomer, Apollonius, and the philosopher and poet Pancrates in another part of the hall, looked after the two men and said: "A handsome couple. One the personification of imperial and dignified Rome; the other with his Hermes-like figure."

"I repeat, he seemed to us gloomy rather than gay," retorted Apollonius, with annoyance; and Pancrates added: "If he does really know how to jest he certainly did not prove it to us." "Not out of ill-will," laughed the Gaul, "you do not know him, but I I am his friend and may follow wherever he goes. Now only wait and I will tell you a few stories about him.

Over there sits Favorinus, the sophist; I dare say he is proving to Ptolemaeus that the stars are mere specks of blood in our eyes, which we choose to believe are in the sky. Florus, the historian, is taking note of this weighty discussion; Pancrates, the poet, is celebrating the great thoughts of the philosopher.

"One must dive to obtain what lies at the bottom of the water all that floats on the surface is borne by the waves, a plaything for children. Apollonius is a very learned man." "Then my husband ought to leave him among his disciples and his books. It was his wish that I should invite these people to my table. Florus and Pancrates I like not the others."

"I repeat, he seemed to us gloomy rather than gay," retorted Apollonius, with annoyance; and Pancrates added: "If he does really know how to jest he certainly did not prove it to us." "Not out of ill-will," laughed the Gaul, "you do not know him, but I I am his friend and may follow wherever he goes. Now only wait and I will tell you a few stories about him.

'Madam Howard, Cromwell answered and his eyes graciously dwelt upon her tall form. She had clasped her hands before her lap and looked into his face. 'Madam Howard, you are more learned in the better letters than I; but I would have you call to memory one Pancrates, of whom telleth Lucian.

"I repeat, he seemed to us gloomy rather than gay," retorted Apollonius, with annoyance; and Pancrates added: "If he does really know how to jest he certainly did not prove it to us." "Not out of ill-will," laughed the Gaul, "you do not know him, but I I am his friend and may follow wherever he goes. Now only wait and I will tell you a few stories about him.

Athenæus, if we may judge from Iris writings, was then the brightest of the Alexandrian wits and men of learning. We learn from his own pages that he was born at Naucratis, and was the friend of Pancrates, who lived under Hadrian, and also of Oppian, who died in the reign of Caracalla.

Behind him stood a pack of other philosophers, like so many bums by a head-bailiff, as Appian, Heliodorus, Athenaeus, Porphyrius, Pancrates, Arcadian, Numenius, Possidonius, Ovidius, Oppianus, Olympius, Seleucus, Leonides, Agathocles, Theophrastus, Damostratus, Mutianus, Nymphodorus, Aelian, and five hundred other such plodding dons, who were full of business, yet had little to do; like Chrysippus or Aristarchus of Soli, who for eight-and-fifty years together did nothing in the world but examine the state and concerns of bees.

Favorinus who had been engaged in talk with Ptolemaeus, the astronomer, Apollonius, and the philosopher and poet Pancrates in another part of the hall, looked after the two men and said: "A handsome couple. One the personification of imperial and dignified Rome; the other with his Hermes-like figure."