His all-powerful hand, which has restored a dying daughter to her mother, fathers to their grief-stricken children, adored mistresses to lovers frenzied with love, cured the sick given over by physicians, soothed the sufferings of the dying when life became impossible, wrung psalms of thanksgiving in synagogues, temples, and churches from the lips of priests recalled to the one God by the same miracle,--that sovereign hand, a sun of life dazzling the closed eyes of the somnambulist, has never been raised again even to save the heir-apparent of a kingdom.

Wrapped in the memory of his past mercies as in a luminous shroud, he denies himself to the world and lives for heaven.
But, at the dawn of his reign, surprised by his own gift, this man, whose generosity equaled his power, allowed a few interested persons to witness his miracles.

The fame of his work, which was mighty, and could easily be revived to-morrow, reached Dr.Bouvard, who was then on the verge of the grave.

The persecuted mesmerist was at last enabled to witness the startling phenomena of a science he had long treasured in his heart.

The sacrifices of the old man touched the heart of the mysterious stranger, who accorded him certain privileges.