had been in use with Mary Stuart,
Queen of England and Scotland, to the end of her life.

"Before dying and being parted from his brethren, he requested that, to
be safely remitted to us, it should be sent us by mail, sealed. Just as
we have received it, we have begged M. L'abbe Bignon, councillor of state
and king's librarian, to accept this precious relic of the piety of a
Queen of England, and of a German officer of her religion as well as of
ours.

"(Signed)BROTHER GERARD PONCET, "Vicar-General Superior."

SECOND CERTIFICATE

"We, Jean-Paul Bignon, king's librarian, are very happy to have an
opportunity of exhibiting our zeal, in placing the said manuscript in His
Majesty's library.

"8th July, 1724."

"(Signed) JEAN-PAUL BIGNAN."

This manuscript, on which was fixed the last gaze of the Queen of
Scotland, is a duodecimo, written in the Gothic character and containing
Latin prayers; it is adorned with miniatures set off with gold,
representing devotional subjects, stories from sacred history, or from
the lives of saints and martyrs. Every page is encircled with arabesques
mingled with garlands of fruit and flowers, amid which spring up
grotesque figures of men and animals.

As to the binding, worn now, or perhaps even then, to the woof, it is in
black velvet, of which the flat covers are adorned in the centre with an
enamelled pansy, in a silver setting surrounded by a wreath, to which are
diagonally attached from one corner of the cover to the other, two
twisted silver-gilt knotted cords, finished by a tuft at the two ends.

KARL-LUDWIG SAND--1819

On the 22nd of March, 1819, about nine o'clock in the morning, a young
man, some twenty-three or twenty-four years old, wearing the dress of a
German student, which consists of a short frock-coat with silk braiding,
tight trousers, and high boots, paused upon a little eminence that stands
upon the road between Kaiserthal and Mannheim, at about three-quarters of
the distance from the former town, and commands a view of the latter.
Mannheim is seen rising calm and smiling amid gardens which once were
ramparts, and which now surround and embrace it like a girdle of foliage
and flowers. Having reached this spot, he lifted his cap, above the peak
of which were embroidered three interlaced oak leaves in silver, and
uncovering his brow, stood bareheaded for a moment to feel the fresh air
that rose from the valley of the Neckar. At