"I who hate mankind, and believe that they are all of vulgar, ordinary material, yield to the longing for society, and am driven again into the world." A loud knocking at the door interrupted this soliloquy, and the door opened at the commanding "Come in!" "It is he, it is Apollo," cried Moritz, joyfully.

"Come in, sir, come in--I have awaited you with the most ardent desire." Moritz rushed to the young gentleman, who had just closed the door, and whose beautiful, proud face lighted up with a smile at the singular apparition before him.

"Pardon me, I disturb you, sir; you were about to make your toilet.

Permit me to return after you have dressed." "You are mistaken," cried Moritz, eagerly.

"You find me in my usual home-dress--I like my ease and freedom, and I am of opinion that mankind will never be happy and contented until they return to their natural state, wearing no more clothing, but glorying in the beauty which bountiful Nature has bestowed upon her most loved and chosen subjects." "Sir," cried the other, laughing, "then benevolent Nature should adapt her climate accordingly, and relieve her dear creatures from the inclination to take cold." "You may be right," said Moritz, earnestly, "but we will not quarrel about it.