this the estimation of my people?  Will his God, indeed, deliver him?  Is he not already torn by the lions?  How cruel a fate for so worthy a man!  But if Daniel is spared, no thanks to me!  Will not this people inwardly curse me, and wish me out of their borders?  What poor returns to them, for the grand reception they gave me!  What will my nephew, Cyrus, think of my sagacity and power of discernment!”

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Let us for a while leave the unfortunate Mede, and take a view of the hero of the lions’ den.

When Daniel was thrust among the lions, the sun was yet one hour above the western horizon, and the light from the top of the den, made the interior comparatively light.  When he found himself at the bottom, for a minute he walked to and fro, then fell on his knees, and began to pour his prayers into the ears of the God of his fathers.  The lions, quite unaccustomed to such a sight, looked on for a while in silent wonder.  Then they ran together to the other end of the den, where the old lion of all—­the “lord of the manor”—­and his aged companion, the old lioness, the mistress of the “establishment,” were, heedless of the youthful pranks and occasional quarrels of their offspring, enjoying a good, comfortable sleep.  A loud roar from one of the youngsters, which was answered by another louder roar from his companion, aroused the energies of the old couple.  They uttered an ill-natured growl, very much on the same principle that anyone else would on being unnecessarily disturbed in the midst of a nap.  Perhaps the growl was equivalent to, “Children, you are very rude.  Make less noise, or I shall attend to you!” This reproof (if reproof it was) did not seem in the least to frighten the young lions.  One of them, the one that roared the loudest, put his head close to that of his sire, and if he said anything, it was in so low a whisper that it could not be heard at any distance.  From what immediately followed, one might think the young chap said something in this fashion: 

“Get up quickly!  Come to the other end of the den, and there you will see a sight that you never saw before in all your days.  There is another victim; but he has no more the appearance of common victims than thou hast.  I know by his eye he has no fear of the lions.  Why, think! as soon as he came to the bottom of the den, he walked to and fro among us as deliberately as my brother here, or myself, would walk among our companions.”

After the whispering was over (if whispering it was), the old lion uttered another growl, as much as to say, “That sounds to me rather improbable, but I guess I will go and see for myself.”  The old lion led the way.  Close by his heels followed the lioness.  Next in order followed the rest of the family.  They soon arrived at the spot, and sure enough, it was as the young lion had declared.  The old lion paused for a moment, but he soon made