In vain he attempted to speak; from that very instant his jaws were bespluttered with foam, and only he thirsted for blood, as he raged amongst flocks and panted for slaughter. His vesture was changed into hair, his limbs became crooked; a wolf,-he retains yet large trace of his ancient expression, hoary he is as afore, his countenance rabid, his eyes glitter savagely still, the picture of fury.