n Villa Eden
for myself and Manna, my wife. I herein declare the house, the garden,
the park, as described in the Registry office, and a sufficient sum,
hereafter to be determined, irrevocably assigned for the maintenance of
deserving scientific men and artists.

My friend and teacher, Professor Einsiedel, is commissioned to draw up
the rules regulating the admission and the mode of life of those who
are to be inmates of Villa Eden.

My wish is, that there should be a peaceful refuge for deserving
intellectual labor, a home for voluntary work, in VILLA EDEN, THE
COUNTRY HOUSE ON THE RHINE.

(P.S.) I have promised Roland, if I live until the year 1887, to come
back here to celebrate the hundredth birthday of the American Republic.
Then will we see and compare what each of us has accomplished in his
father-land and for his fellow-men.

Messrs. Roberts Brothers' Publications.

BY THE AUTHOR OF "VILLA EDEN."

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O N T H E H E I G H T S

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"'On the Heights,' in its calm beauty, is like a bill-side meadow on a
bright May morning, when every blade of grass holds a sparkling world,
and the air is stirred by no sound save the matin songs of the birds,
and no darkness falls upon the ground save the occasional shadow of a
cloud, which creeps slowly away, giving place to the full flood of
sunlight.

"The 'heights' are heights of social position, of intellectual
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