It is deep down in the bowels of the earth, at the bottom of a geological well, that he has found not only truth but, also manamong the monsters, Dragons of the prime Who tare each other in their slime, and has hauled him up for our inspection.

Do you think it's a silly dragon in a fairy story?

IV.The Downfall of Pecksniff Old Martin Chuzzlewit had for some time taken up his residence at Mr. Pecksniff's, and Martin and Mark Tapley went to the Blue Dragon on their return.

I can look upon these defunct dragons with complacency.

The dragon from a distance heard The rumbling of the wain, And snuffing every breeze that stirred Across the neighbouring plain, Smelt something human in his power, A welcome scent to him; For he was eager to devour Hot reeking blood, or limb.

There is, too, a painting of St George and the Dragon at the end of the south chancel chapel, behind the organ.

"Many a man would fight a score of dragons for that kiss.

And as St. Pancrazio of old had thrown the holy dragon into the sea, so now were his own ashes scattered to the winds of heaven; and Ibrahim, having accomplished his work, departed.

two dragons near a cave contend Their path!

The manner in which she acts dragon over Miss C. is a joy to me, the only observer.

It was in honour of this great warrior that the people of Burford carried a standard emblazoned with a golden dragon through the old streets on midsummer eve, annually, for nigh on a thousand years.

Let it be noticed, first, that it is one of the heads of the beast which is wounded to death, and not one of the heads of the dragon; that is, it is some form of government which existed in Rome after the change of symbols from the dragon to the leopard beast.

And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway, And wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.

Lately I had an idea of giving the Archangel Michael, Making the sign of my shop, another fresh coating of gilding, And to the terrible dragon about his feet that is winding;

The blood of the Dragon within him boiled up, now that the enemy was really near enough to feel the teeth and claws of the Dragon's whelps.

That weird process was completed of which I have spoken on an earlier page, whereby the soul of this strange people was everywhere on the side of the dragon against the knight, of the giant against the hero.

From "A Heap o' Livin'." THE STRUGGLE We all dream of being St. Georges and fighting dragons amid glamor and glory and the applause of the world.

May it not even be that death shall unite us to all romance, and that some day we shall fight dragons among blue hills, or come to that whereof all romance is but Foreshadowings mingled with the images Of man's misdeeds in greater days than these, as the old men thought in The Earthly Paradise when they were in good spirits.

Now-a-days we look upon dragons as fabulous animals, and stories of the destruction they wrought, their fierceness and their might are dismissed with a smile, and mentally relegated to a place amongst the fairy tales that delighted our childhood's days, when the idea of belief or disbelief simply did not enter the question.

Three young maidens sat in a row, With three grim dragons behind 'em; And each of these maidens had a young beau, And they all of 'em made 'em mind 'em.

Une trentaine de dragons en dehors, autour des fossés et devant la grande porte.