liquefied; and the young man, attentive to the change, exclaimed to his master, "She lives! she lives!—You scarcely credit me; come and see." As he spoke, he bore the lady to his own chamber. Then heating oil upon his breast, he steeped in it a piece of wool, and laid it upon her body. By these means the congealed blood being dissolved, the spirit again penetrated to the marrows[1]. Thus the veins being cleared, her eyes opened, and respiration returned. (71) "What are you?" said she: "You touch me not as I ought to be touched; for I am the daughter and the wife of a king." Full of rapture at the sound of her voice, the young man hurried into his master's room, and related what had occurred. "I approve your skill," returned he; "I magnify your art, and wonder at your prudence. Mark the results of learning, and be not ungrateful to science. Receive now thy reward; for the lady brought much wealth with her." Cerimon then directed food and clothes
- ↑ The modern disciple of Galen may learn something, peradventure, from this same wise youth, but I question much if his gratitude be commensurate.
