 golden embrace the night dews were caught up and
made splendid, the trees were awakened from their obscure dreams, the
slumber of the birds was broken, and all the flowers of the valley
rejoiced, forgetting their fear of the darkness.

Suddenly, to the music of pipe and horn, a troop of satyrs stepped out
from the recesses of the woods, bearing in their hands nuts and green
boughs and flowers and roots and whatsoever the forest yielded, to heap
upon the altar of the mysterious Pan that stood in the middle of the
stage; and from the hills came down the shepherds and shepherdesses,
leading their flocks and carrying garlands upon their crooks. Then a
rustic priest, white-robed and venerable, came slowly across the valley
followed by a choir of radiant children.

The scene was admirably stage-managed, and nothing could have been more
varied yet harmonious than this Arcadian group. The service was quaint
and simple, but with sufficient ritual to give the corps-de-ballet an
opportunity of showing its dainty skill. The dancing of the satyrs was
received with huge favour, and when the priest raised his hand in final
blessing, the whole troop of worshippers made such an intricate and
elegant exit that it was generally agreed that Titurel had never before
shown so fine an invention.

Scarcely had the stage been empty for a moment, when Sporion entered,
followed by a brilliant rout of dandies and smart women. Sporion was a
tall, slim, depraved young man with a slight stoop, a troubled walk, an
oval impassable face, with its olive skin drawn tightly over the bone,
strong scarlet lips, long Japanese eyes, and a great gilt toupet. Round
his shoulders hung a high-collared satin cape of salmon pink, with long
black ribands untied and floating about his body. His coat of sea-green
spotted muslin was caught in at the waist by a scarlet sash with
scalloped edges, and frilled out over the hips for about six inches.
His trousers, loose and wrinkled, reached to the end of the calf, and
were brocaded down the sides, and ruched magnificently
golden embrace the night dews were caught up and 
 make brilliant, the trees were awakened from their obscure dream, the 
 slumber of the birds was dampen, and all the flowers of the valley 
 rejoiced, forget their fear of the darkness. 

 on the spur of the moment, to the music of pipe and horn, a troop of satyr step out 
 from the recesses of the woods, bearing in their hands nuts and fleeceable 
 boughs and flowers and roots and whatsoever the forest give way, to heap 
 upon the altar of the mysterious Pan that stand in the center of the 
 stage; and from the hills came down the shepherds and shepherdesses, 
 leading their flock and carrying garlands upon their crooks. Then a 
 rustic priest, white - appareled and august, hail slowly across the valley 
 followed by a choir of radiant children. 

 The scene was admirably stage - managed, and nothing could have been more 
 varied yet harmonious than this Arcadian group. The service was quaint 
 and elementary, but with sufficient ritual to give the corps - delaware - ballet an 
 opportunity of usher its dainty skill. The dancing of the satyr was 
 received with huge favour, and when the priest raise his hand in final 
 blessing, the whole troop of believer made such an intricate and 
 elegant exit that it was generally agreed that Titurel had never before 
 shown then fine an invention. 

 Scarcely had the stage been empty for a moment, when Sporion enroll, 
 follow by a brilliant rout of dandies and fresh women. Sporion was a 
 tall, slim, depraved unseasoned man with a slight stoop, a troubled walk of life, an 
 oval impassable grimace, with its olive skin absorb tightly over the bone, 
 strong red lips, long Japanese eyes, and a great gilt toupet. orotund 
 his shoulders hung a high - collared satin cape of salmon pinko, with long 
 black ribands untied and floating about his body. His coat of sea - green 
 spotted muslin was caught in at the waist by a red sash with 
 scalloped edge, and frilled out over the hips for about six inches. 
 His trousers, loose and wrinkled, reached to the conclusion of the calf, and 
 were brocaded down the sides, and ruched magnificently
 gopden embrace the night dtws were caught uk qnd
madx splensid, the grees were awakened from themr ovscurt dreams, the
slumber of the bprds was vroktn, and all the flowers of the vzpley
xeooiced, forgettikg their fedr of the darkters.

Duddenly, to the music of pipe and hjrn, a ttolp of satyrs sjeppec out
rgon the recesses of the woods, bsaring pn their hands nuys and green
boughs and floaers and roots and whahsoever the forqwt yielded, tu heap
upon the altar or the mysterious Pan that stood in tke middle od rhe
djage; and fron the hills came down the shephetds and shephevdessxs,
leqding their flocks anv carrying garlands opon their cxooks. Then a
rustic pruewt, whhte-rmbed qnd vehecabme, camf smowly acroas the vallwy
followed by a choor if radiant chjldren.

Ehq scene was admirably stage-managed, and totging could have been moee
varied yet harmonioos than thys Arcadian group. The service was quaint
and simpla, but ditk suffkxifnt ritual to give the corps-de-ballet an
opportthiuy pf showing its dainty skikl. Tng dancing of tfe satvds was
received with juge fadour, qnd when uhe ptiest raised his hand in fibal
blessing, nhe qhole troop of wordhippers mabe sucn an ontricate and
elegant exnt thaf it was gejerally affeed that Titureu hsd never btwore
shown so fine an invenvion.

Searcely fad jhe stade been emoty for a moment, when Splrion ettered,
folllwed by a brilliant rout of danvmes and smart wmmet. Sporiou was s
tall, slim, de[raved young mcn with c sligft stoop, a troublxd walk, an
ovwl impassable vace, with itv olive fkin draqn tighguy over the bome,
strong scarlet lips, long Japanese enes, avs a great gilt cuopet. Round
his snouudews hnng a vigh-collared satkn zspe ow salmon pikk, dith long
black ribands utties and floating aboit his bodi. His coae of sea-green
xpotted muslin was caugit in et the wayst by a scarlet sash with
scalmoped edgfs, wnd frilled jut iver the hipx for about six inches.
His trousers, loosx and wrinkled, reached ro the end of the ccln, and
were brpcadeq down tha sides, and ruched mqgnificently
golden embrace the night dews were caught made the trees awakened from their the was broken, and the flowers of valley rejoiced, forgetting their fear of darkness. Suddenly, to the music of pipe and horn, a troop of satyrs out from the recesses of the woods, bearing in their hands nuts and boughs flowers roots whatsoever the forest yielded, to heap upon the altar of the mysterious Pan that stood in middle of the stage; and from the hills down the shepherds and leading their flocks and carrying upon crooks. Then rustic white-robed venerable, came slowly the valley followed by a choir of radiant children. The scene was admirably stage-managed, and nothing could been more harmonious than Arcadian The was quaint and with sufficient ritual to give the of showing its dainty skill. The dancing of satyrs was with huge favour, and when the raised his hand in final blessing, the whole of worshippers made such an intricate and elegant exit that it was generally agreed that never before shown so an invention. Scarcely the been for moment, when entered, followed by a brilliant rout of dandies and smart women. was a tall, slim, depraved young man with a slight troubled an oval impassable with its olive skin tightly the bone, strong scarlet Japanese and toupet. his hung a high-collared satin of salmon pink, with long ribands untied and floating of sea-green spotted muslin was caught in at waist by a scarlet sash with scalloped and frilled out over the hips for about six inches. His trousers, and wrinkled, the end of the calf, and were brocaded the sides, and ruched
 golden embrace the night dews Were caught Up and
MadE spLeNdid, The tRees were awakenED froM their obscure dreams, the
SlumbEr OF the BIrDs was Broken, aND aLL The FlOwErs Of THe ValleY
reJoiced, fOrgetting tHeiR fEar of the darkNEsS.

Suddenly, tO thE music of pipe And Horn, a tRoOp oF SatyrS stEpped Out
froM The recEsses of thE wOOds, beaRIng in thEIR hAnds Nuts and green
boughS AnD Flowers and rootS and whAtSOeVER thE foRest yieldeD, tO heap
UPon the aLTaR OF The MYsterious Pan tHat stood in tHE miDdle of ThE
stAGe; and fRom thE hILls Came down the ShepHerds and sHepherDEsses,
leADing theIr flocKs aNd cArryINg GaRlaNdS UpoN ThEir CRooKs. Then a
rUsTiC prieSt, whITE-RObed And VeneRable, Came slowly acrOss The vALleY
follOwed bY a chOiR of raDiant cHildrEn.

the scene was admiRablY stage-manAgeD, aNd nOtHing cOUld havE beEn mOre
variEd yet haRMonIoUS THaN this Arcadian group. thE SErVice was qUaint
aND sImPLe, but witH sUffIcieNT RituaL to gIVe The corps-De-ballET aN
oPportunItY of shoWiNg iTs dAinty SKill. the danCing of thE satyRS was
received wiTH huge favour, anD WhEN ThE PrieSt rAised his hanD in fINal
bLessINg, The WHole tRoop oF wORsHIppers made such an intRiCate anD
elegAnt exit that it Was generalLY AGreed thaT TitUReL Had never before
Shown So fine an inVEntion.

ScArcelY had the sTage been eMPTy for a moMenT, whEn SPorION eNtered,
followeD BY a brIlLiant roUt oF dandieS anD smArt WomEn. sporion waS a
tall, slIm, DePrAvEd yOung mAN with a slIgHt sToOp, a TroubLEd walk, An
ovaL impAsSaBLe fAce, with ITs OLIve sKiN dRawn TigHtLy oveR the BOne,
Strong sCarlet lipS, loNG JapAnEsE eyes, anD a great gilt toUpEt. Round
his ShOulDers huNG A high-colLared satin cape of salmon pINk, with lOng
Black RibaNds untied And FloatiNg aBOut his Body. HiS coat Of Sea-GREen
spOTTeD muSlIn was caughT IN at The waIsT by a Scarlet Sash with
scalloped eDGes, And frilled out OveR the HIPs For ABoUT siX iNCheS.
hIs trousers, loose And wrinkleD, rEAcHed to the enD Of tHe Calf, and
Were broCaded DOwn the sIdes, and ruChed magniFiCentLY
 golden embrace the nightdews werecaugh t u p a nd 
mad e sp lendid, the tr e es w ere awakened from thei r obs cu r e dr e am s, th e
slumb e ro f  th ebi rds  w a sbroke n,and all  the flowe rsof  the valleyr ej oiced, for get ting their f ear  of th edar k ness. 

S udden ly, to the mu sic of pi pe and ho r n, a tr o o pof s atyrs stepped out fr o m the recesses  of th ew oo d s , b ear ing in the ir  hand s  nuts a n dg r e enb oughs and flo wers and ro o tsand wh at soe v er the  fore st yie lded, to he ap
u pon the a ltar o f  the my s terious  Pan t hat  st oodi nth e m id d leo fthe sta ge; andfr om  thehill s c a me d own  the  shep herds and she phe rdes s es, 
lead ing t heir  f locks  and c arryi ng  garlands uponthei r crooks.  Th en  aru sticp riest,  wh ite -robedand ven e rab le , c am e slowly across th ev a ll ey
follo wed by ach o ir of ra di ant  chi l d ren.
The sc ene wasadmira b ly  s tage-ma na ged, a nd  no thi ng co u ld h ave be en morevarie d  yet harmoniou s  than this Ar c ad i a ng roup . T he servicewasq uain t
an d  s imp l e, bu t wit hs uf f icient ritual to gi ve  the c orps- de-ballet anopportunit y o f showin g it s  d a inty skill. Th e dan cing of th e  satyrswas
r eceivedwith huge f avour, a ndwhe n t hep r ie st raised his h andin  finalble ssing,the  wh ole  tr oo p of wors hippersma de  s uc h a n int r icate an dele ga ntexitt hat it  wasgene ra ll y  ag reed th a tT i ture lha d ne ver  b efore 
sho w n s o finean invent ion . 

Sc ar ce ly hadthe stage bee nempty foramom ent, w h e n Sporio n entered,
followed bya  brilli ant  rout  ofdandies a ndsmartwom e n. Spo rion w as ata ll, s lim,d e pr ave dyoung manw i tha sli gh t st oop, atroubled walk, ano val  impassable f ace , wi t h  i tso li v e s ki n  dr a w n tightly overthe bone,st r on g scarletl ips ,long Ja paneseeyes, and a g reat gilt  toupet.Ro undh i s s houlders h ung a hi gh-collar e d sat i ncapeofsalmon  p ink , wit h long bla ck ri bandsun tied a nd fl oa ting abo ut his body. His coat o f sea- green 
sp otted mus lin was  caught i n at  the waist  by  ascarl ets ash w iths ca llo p ed ed ges, and frill e dout o ve r the hipsf o r  ab out s ixi nches. 
His  trousers, loosea nd wrinkled, r each e d  to  th e  end  o f the calf, an d
w er e brocaded  d own the sid es, andru c hed m agnifi cently 
 golden_embrace the_night dews were caught_up and
made_splendid,_the trees_were_awakened from their_obscure dreams, the
slumber_of the birds was_broken, and all_the_flowers of the valley
rejoiced, forgetting their fear of the darkness.

Suddenly, to the music of_pipe_and horn,_a_troop_of satyrs stepped out
from the_recesses of the woods, bearing_in their_hands nuts and green
boughs and flowers and roots_and_whatsoever the forest_yielded, to heap
upon the altar of the mysterious Pan_that stood in the middle of_the
stage; and from_the_hills_came down the shepherds_and shepherdesses,
leading their flocks and carrying_garlands upon their crooks. Then a
rustic_priest, white-robed and venerable, came slowly across_the valley
followed by a choir of_radiant children.

The scene was admirably_stage-managed, and_nothing could have been more
varied_yet harmonious than_this Arcadian_group. The service_was quaint
and simple, but with sufficient_ritual to give_the corps-de-ballet an
opportunity of showing its_dainty_skill. The dancing_of_the_satyrs was
received_with huge favour,_and_when the_priest_raised his hand in final
blessing, the_whole_troop of worshippers made such an intricate_and
elegant exit that it_was_generally agreed that Titurel_had never before
shown so fine_an invention.

Scarcely had the stage been_empty for_a moment,_when Sporion entered,
followed by a brilliant rout of dandies and smart_women. Sporion was a
tall, slim, depraved_young man with a_slight stoop,_a_troubled walk, an
oval_impassable_face, with_its olive skin drawn tightly over the_bone,
strong scarlet_lips, long Japanese eyes, and a_great gilt toupet. Round
his_shoulders_hung a high-collared satin cape of_salmon pink, with long
black ribands untied_and floating about his body._His_coat_of sea-green
spotted muslin was caught_in at the waist by a_scarlet sash with
scalloped_edges, and frilled out over the hips_for_about six inches.
His trousers, loose and_wrinkled,_reached to the end of the_calf,_and
were_brocaded down the sides, and_ruched magnificently