amused at the very idea of being connected in my imagination

He answered me in the words of Canning's poor knifegrinder :

"Story-Lord bless you, I have none to tell, sir!" and I gazed in surprise and pity on that anomaly to me, a man without a

Peter Schlemihl did not seem more unfortunate or peculiar, after he had lost his shadow, than did that home hero of ours, Doctor Paul Quintilian, when this prestige was destroyed.

Gentle and noble man, whose place is still by my hearthstone, and permapeace sole companion of my otherwise desolate life-journey-known only to thy Maker in all the fullness of thy self-devotion, and greater in his sight, I well believe, that those that Fame heralds, and ambition rewards.-Father, guardian, friend, I cherish still the belief, that in the world to come, the world of nence, and compensation, the garment of humility that clothes thee here shall be transfigured into robes of princely splendor, and the shining crown of the martyr rest on thy loyal head forever.