In fine, if you are satisfied to leave your property in the hands of Herr Nicholas Meiser, of Dantzic, that worthy man will owe you three millions at the commencement of 1866--that is to say, in seven years.

We will give you, this evening, a copy of your benefactor's will; it is a very instructive document, and you can consider it when you go to bed." "I'll read it willingly," said Colonel Fougas.

"But gold has no attractions for my eyes.

Wealth engenders weakness.

Me, to languish in the sluggish idleness of Sybaris!--to enervate my senses on a bed of roses! Never! The smell of powder is dearer to me than all the perfumes of Arabia.