Andrew O’Phlegethon, you really make haste to fly, and then turned to the darling of my heart, to the one-eyed! the shaggy-haired Diana.  Alas! what a horrible vision affronted my eyes?  Was that a rat I saw skulking into his hole?  Are these the picked bones of the little angel who has been cruelly devoured by the monster?  Ye gods! and what do I behold —­ is that the departed spirit, the shade, the ghost, of my beloved puppy, which I perceive sitting with a grace so melancholy, in the corner?  Hearken! for she speaks, and, heavens! it is in the German of Schiller-

 “Unt stubby duk, so stubby dun
  Duk she! duk she!”

 Alas! and are not her words too true?

 “And if I died, at least I died
  For thee —­ for thee.”

Sweet creature! she too has sacrificed herself in my behalf.  Dogless, niggerless, headless, what now remains for the unhappy Signora Psyche Zenobia?  Alas —­ nothing!  I have done.

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MYSTIFICATION

Slid, if these be your “passados” and “montantes,” I’ll have none o’ them.

     —­ NED KNOWLES.

THE BARON RITZNER VON JUNG was a noble Hungarian family, every member of which (at least as far back into antiquity as any certain records extend) was more or less remarkable for talent of some description —­ the majority for that species of grotesquerie in conception of which Tieck, a scion of the house, has given a vivid, although by no means the most vivid exemplifications.  My acquaintance with Ritzner commenced at the magnificent Chateau Jung, into which a train of droll adventures, not to be made public, threw a place in his regard, and here, with somewhat more difficulty, a partial insight into his mental conformation.  In later days this insight grew more clear, as the intimacy which had at first permitted it became more close; and when, after three years of the character of the Baron Ritzner von Jung.

I remember the buzz of curiosity which his advent excited within the college precincts on the night of the twenty-fifth of June.  I remember still more distinctly, that while he was pronounced by all parties at first sight “the most remarkable man in the world,” no person made any attempt at accounting for his opinion.  That he was unique appeared so undeniable, that it was deemed impertinent to inquire wherein the uniquity consisted.  But, letting this matter pass for the present, I will merely observe that, from the first moment of his setting foot within the limits of the university, he began to exercise over the habits, manners, persons, purses, and propensities of the whole community which surrounded him, an influence the most extensive and despotic, yet at the same time the most indefinite and altogether unaccountable.  Thus the brief period of his residence at the university forms an era in its annals, and is characterized by all classes of people appertaining