Passing out of the closet with their prisoner, the officers went through a sort of ante-chamber, in which nothing material was found, to the chemist’s sleeping-room.  They here rummaged some drawers and boxes, but discovered only a few papers, of no importance, and some good coin, silver and gold.  At length, looking under the bed, they saw a large, common hair trunk, without hinges, hasp, or lock, and with the top lying carelessly across the bottom portion.  Upon attempting to draw this trunk out from under the bed, they found that, with their united strength (there were three of them, all powerful men), they ‘could not stir it one inch.’  Much astonished at this, one of them crawled under the bed, and looking into the trunk, said: 

’No wonder we couldn’t move it —­ why it’s full to the brim of old bits of brass!’

Putting his feet, now, against the wall so as to get a good purchase, and pushing with all his force, while his companions pulled with an theirs, the trunk, with much difficulty, was slid out from under the bed, and its contents examined.  The supposed brass with which it was filled was all in small, smooth pieces, varying from the size of a pea to that of a dollar; but the pieces were irregular in shape, although more or less flat-looking, upon the whole, ’very much as lead looks when thrown upon the ground in a molten state, and there suffered to grow cool.’  Now, not one of these officers for a moment suspected this metal to be any thing but brass.  The idea of its being gold never entered their brains, of course; how could such a wild fancy have entered it?  And their astonishment may be well conceived, when the next day it became known, all over Bremen, that the ’lot of brass’ which they had carted so contemptuously to the police office, without putting themselves to the trouble of pocketing the smallest scrap, was not only gold —­ real gold —­ but gold far finer than any employed in coinage-gold, in fact, absolutely pure, virgin, without the slightest appreciable alloy.

I need not go over the details of Von Kempelen’s confession (as far as it went) and release, for these are familiar to the public.  That he has actually realized, in spirit and in effect, if not to the letter, the old chimaera of the philosopher’s stone, no sane person is at liberty to doubt.  The opinions of Arago are, of course, entitled to the greatest consideration; but he is by no means infallible; and what he says of bismuth, in his report to the Academy, must be taken cum grano salis.  The simple truth is, that up to this period all analysis has failed; and until Von Kempelen chooses to let us have the key to his own published enigma, it is more than probable that the matter will remain, for years, in statu quo.  All that as yet can fairly be said to be known is, that ’Pure gold can be made at will, and very readily from lead in connection with certain other substances, in kind and in proportions, unknown.’