eligious ripened to
the silent need of countless numbers?"

"I hope your book will be introduced into German seminaries, but at any
rate Nathan will be turned into flesh and blood, so that a Jew may be
permitted, without hesitation, to read logic and metaphysics before
grown men."

"I hope the latter also," replied Edwin smiling. "The former would be a
sad token of the small progress science had made in a hundred years.
One of us will then I hope be a conquered station."

"No," exclaimed the old man with a solemnity which moved Edwin
strangely, and seizing both his companion's hands, while he looked him
steadily in the eyes, he continued: "I must tell you here, though it
probably will not signify much from an old enthusiast in art, in the
new building of which you speak, even though it too, after thousands of
years will become mouldy and tottering, and have to be rebuilt, the
foundation will remain, and among other mementoes of these days, which
will deserve to be placed in the corner stone, your book will find a
place. I bought it and wrote on the first page averse of the old poet
enlightened by divine frenzy the poet Holderlin:

"With shield divine, oh genius of the brave,
Desert not innocence, but swift to save
Ever be nigh; inspire and win to thee
The heart of youth with joy of victory.
Arouse, conquer, punish; do not delay,
The majesty of truth secure alway.
Till time's mysterious cradle shall release,
The child of Heaven, eternal peace.

"And may this peace be with you, my dear fellow. Farewell."

He embraced his silent companion and in spite of the throng of
pedestrians, kissed him on both cheeks, then hastily turned the nearest
street corner and vanished from Edwin's sight.

LAST CHAPTER.

This conversation echoed in Edwin's soul like a strong and solemn
harmony, as he continued his walk along the Unter den Linden.

But he was not to be permitted to return to his family in this exalted
mood. As he approached the Brandenbourg Gate, he saw a light elegant
carriage, drawn by two beautiful horses, pass through the central
portal and turn up the Unter den Linden. A gentleman with a carefully
trimmed beard, and regular, but shallow, vacant features, drove the
fiery animals, occasionally addressing a word to the young lady, who
sat beside him, leaning negligently back and casti