nstructive."

"Won't do at all," replied the Tutor. "In the Vacations I was always
walking up hills and having to come down before I got to the top. Then
in the Term I used to teach Logic to passmen; and really, if you think--"

"Yes, yes," Pluto agreed; "the occupations would be practically
identical. Of course, that won't suit you. Well, then, there's Ixion,
who goes round on a wheel."

"I'm a bicyclist myself," objected the Tutor.

"Are you? Pity, too, because Ixion says his wheel's old-fashioned; he
wants a new one with pneumatic tyres warranted puncturable, which shows
that he is really entering into the spirit of the thing. You might have
had his old one for a song, I'm sure. However, what do you say to
calling on those Danaid girls, and getting them to teach you their little
industry? There, again, you have simplicity itself. Take a can with a
hole in the bottom, go on pouring water into it--"

"I thought I told you," murmured the deceased, wearily, "that I have
followed the profession of teaching."

"Very true; I had forgotten. Don't know what we can do to suit you,
really! Perhaps you'd like to imitate Theseus--_sedet aeternumque
sedebit_, as Virgil said. Astonishing how Virgil picked these details
up! There's old Theseus, sitting like a hen. They say he's as tired of
sitting as if he were a rowing-man."

"As an ex-member of the Board of the Faculty of Arts--" began the Tutor.

"Ah, dear me!" replied Pluto. "Then that won't do either? Those Boards
must be excellent from my point of view. I have often wished I had one
or two down here. But I'm really afraid we're getting to the end of the
list. And, you know, if we can't provide you with anything, back you'll
have to go. _I_ won't keep you, eating your head off. But, talk of
eating! shall I put you up beside Prometheus, and ask his eagle to do a
little overtime work by taking a turn at your liver? I am afraid we
could hardly stand you a private eagle all to yourself. It is said to be
quite painful; I really don't think you can have gone through that, with
all your experience."

"Oh yes I have," returned the Tutor; "a long course of Hall dinners has
familiarized me with every possibility in the way of liver trouble. The
eagle business would be the merest _crambe repetita_."

"Bless the man!" cried Pluto, justly provoked. "Very well; then you
can't stay here, that's all. I've given you all the alternatives Hades
has at its disp