emphatically,—­till all purchasable things were within my reach.  Then I should likewise become a benefactor of the race; for my intentions were liberal, and intelligence sustained adequately can effect miracles.  Then, when I had made myself veritably the Apostle of Riches, I would put the capstone to man’s debt to me, by endowing him with knowledge in the uses of this great instrument whereby I had made myself so great.  Ah, Monsieur, you see, Haroun Alraschid had set me on his throne for an hour by way of jest, and I imagined myself Caliph in Bagdad forever!

“Full of such purposes, and of the fiery impatience of yearning begotten of them, I hastened to bring my work to efficiency for use.  I had worked in silence, alone, secretly; for I dreaded to have my discovery guessed, my aims anticipated and foreclosed upon.  But, hasten how I would, the processes were too slow for my means,—­and just when, like the alchemist, my crucible promised the grand projection, came the dreaded explosion.  My money exhausted itself!  I found myself, a stranger in a strange land, without a dollar. Eh, bien, Monsieur! ’t is not in Cesar Prevost to despair.  Ah, in those days, especially, had I a heart big with the strength of hope!  To accomplish my ends, a partner was needed at best, money or no money; so now it was only necessary for me to find one who to the essential qualities of heart and brain conjoined a purse of sufficient size.  Before long, I came across the very man.  Monsieur, when I recall the past, I behold many instances where I erred and was foolish; but the single bitter reflection I have is, that my own ruin involved the ruin of John Meavy, my partner and good comrade.  I remember what he was when I found him,—­happy, prosperous, large-hearted,—­in every sense a noble man.  I ruined him!  Ah, could I but—­Eh, bien! ’t is too late, now; he is dead; requiescat! I have the bliss to know he found no fault with the end.—­Passons!

“When I first knew John Meavy, he was a merchant, living with the quiet ease of a well-to-do bachelor.  Though he had been brought up to trade, the stain of money was not upon him.  Generous, charitable, liberal of thought, he was the gentlest enthusiast in other men’s behalf that ever the sun shone on.  It was the fact that he possessed fifty thousand dollars and was trustworthy that first drew rue towards him; but I had not known him long ere I gave him my ardent love, and thereafter thoughts of wealth were pleasant to me as much for his sake as for my own.  John was a student, and a lover of Science, as well as a man of trade; and, in the first moments of our intercourse, I took care to let drop words that I knew would attract his curiosity and interest.  Like all you Americans, John Meavy was a man of perfect faith in all that regarded ‘Progress,’ and especially did he believe in the infinite perfectibility of Science in the hands of an energetic people.  This was the chord upon which I played, and the responsive