adored a girl unkind and beautiful; in all things
my superior, but still cold, like ice. And again I dreamed, and thought
she changed and melted, glowed and turned to me. And I--who had no merit
but a love, slavish and unerect--lay close, and durst not move for fear
of waking."

"Lie close," she said, with a deep thrill of speech.

So they spake in the spring woods; and meanwhile, in Mittwalden
Rath-haus, the Republic was declared.

BIBLIOGRAPHICAL POSTSCRIPT TO COMPLETE THE STORY

The reader well informed in modern history will not require details as
to the fate of the Republic. The best account is to be found in the
memoirs of Herr Greisengesang (7 Baende: Leipzig), by our passing
acquaintance the licentiate Roederer. Herr Roederer, with too much of an
author's licence, makes a great figure of his hero--poses him, indeed,
to be the centrepiece and cloud-compeller of the whole. But, with due
allowance for this bias, the book is able and complete.

The reader is of course acquainted with the vigorous and bracing pages
of Sir John (2 vols.: London: Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown). Sir
John, who plays but a tooth-comb in the orchestra of this historical
romance, blows in his own book the big bassoon. His character is there
drawn at large; and the sympathy of Landor has countersigned the
admiration of the public. One point, however, calls for explanation; the
chapter on Gruenewald was torn by the hand of the author in the palace
gardens; how comes it, then, to figure at full length among my more
modest pages, the Lion of the caravan? That eminent literatus was a man
of method; "Juvenal by double entry," he was once profanely called; and
when he tore the sheets in question, it was rather, as he has since
explained, in the search for some dramatic evidence of his sincerity,
than with the thought of practical deletion. At that time, indeed, he
was possessed of two blotted scrolls and a fair copy in double. But the
chapter, as the reader knows, was honestly omitted from the famous
"Memoirs on the various Courts of Europe." It has been mine to give it
to the public.

Bibliography still helps us with a further glimpse of our characters. I
have here before me a small volume (printed for private circulation: no
printer's name; n.d.), "Poesies par Frederic et Amelie." Mine is a
presentation copy, obtained for me by Mr. Bain in the Haymarket; and the
name of the first owner is written on the fly-leaf in the hand