'Find me up Brandt and Struensee by next morning, or--' 'Have you found Brandt and Struensee ?' cried the publisher, on my appearing before him next morning.

'No,' I reply, 'I can hear nothing about them'; whereupon the publisher falls to bellowing like Joey's bull.

By dint of incredible diligence, I at length discover the dingy volume containing the lives and trials of the celebrated two who had brooded treason dangerous to the state of Denmark.

I purchase the dingy volume, and bring it in triumph to the publisher, the perspiration running down my brow.

The publisher takes the dingy volume in his hand, he examines it attentively, then puts it down; his countenance is calm for a moment, almost benign.