ither did his uncle's ghost.
Kneeling down, the terrified prince besought the magician to dismiss
the apparition, a request easier asked than could be complied with.
Nearly an hour elapsed before Schrepfer, by his invocations, succeeded
in dismissing the spirit. Just at the moment all thought that it had
vanished, the closed door was again burst open, and the hideous form
presented itself again to view. General terror prevailed, every one
thinking he was about to be snatched away to the place of everlasting
torment. None but the magician remained firm. He continued reiterating
exorcisms until the apparition finally disappeared. The spectators
dispersed, filled with amazement, and satisfied of Schrepfer's
supernatural powers. Schrepfer's fame became great: gentlemen resorted
to his night meeting to be initiated in his mysteries. For this
purpose they accompanied him into a grove near Leipsic; and one night,
when he was about to exhibit something more wonderful than his
followers had ever seen, his earthly career suddenly terminated. While
his disciples waited in great expectation, he retired to a quiet spot
to make the requisite invocations. In a few minutes the report of a
pistol resounded through the forest; his admirers rushed to the spot,
and found him shot through the heart. A few thought he had shot
himself; the more superstitious ones however, came to the conclusion
that the deed was done by the devil. Whether the unfortunate magician
terminated his existence by his own hand remains doubtful, but one
thing the most of old people believed--that, having sold himself to
the evil spirit, his time was come to go down to the dark abode; and
such being the case, it mattered little by what instrument the deed
was perpetrated. The demon sent to call Schrepfer hence might have
fired the shot, or caused the magician to be his own executioner; yea,
the foul fiend could have caused an elf shot or the glance of an evil
eye to effect the fatal catastrophe.

Ludovicus Adolisius, lord of Immola, sent one of his secretaries on
important business to Ferrara. On the way the secretary met one on
horseback, dressed like a huntsman, with a hawk upon his fist, who
addressed him by name, and desired him to request his master to meet
him (the huntsman) at the place they then were, at the same hour next
day, when he would discover things of no mean importance, which
concerned his master and his estate. In the apparent huntsman the
secretar