Suddenly one day with a brusque gesture, in the presence of the attendants, who fled howling with fear, he raised that hand which is still in the air, and which he has not deigned since to lower.[*] And subsequently there supervened, beginning in the old yellowish-white hair, and then swarming over the whole body, a hatching of cadaveric fauna, which necessitated a complete bath in mercury.

He also has his paper ticket, pasted on the end of his box, and one may read there, written in a careless hand, that name which once caused the whole world to tremble--"Ramses II.

(Sesostris)"! It need not be said that he has greatly fallen away and blackened even in the fifteen yeas that I have known him.

He is a phantom that is about to disappear; in spite of all the care lavished upon him, a poor phantom about to fall to pieces, to sink into nothingness.

We move our lantern about his hooked nose, the better to decipher, in the play of shadow, his expression, that still remains authoritative.