utions," the widow began. "Am I right in believing th

the lawyer start, and exchange a look with the head-clerk. Mr. Hartrey answered with evident reluctance; he said, "Quite right

n at the Hospital, which make it desirable not to pursue the subject any farther. Mr. Hartrey will confirm

r mad patients by whips and chains to be an outrage on humanity. I entirely agree with him. Though I am only a woman, I will not let the

honor of accompanying you?" the l

have a proposal to address to the governors; and I shall

g another inquiry," he persisted. "Do you propose to visit the mad

ething that he was anxious to do, if the chance of recovery had been still left to him. Since that time I have looked at his private diary; and I have found entries in it which explain to me what I failed to understand clearly at his bedside. I know for certain that the obstinate hostility of his colleagues had determined him on trying the effect of patience and kindness in the treatment of mad people, at his sole risk and expense. There is now in Bethlehem Hospital a wretched man-a friendless outcast, found in

I was not far behind Mr. Hartrey. It is perhaps to be pleaded as an excuse for us that some of the highest authorities, in the early part of the present century, would have been just as p

e day to decide what you will do. If you decline to accompany me, I shall go

e conference c

with a frank ingratiating manner-a little sad and subdued, in consequence, no doubt, of his enforced separation from his beloved young lady at Wurzburg. My aunt, with her customary kindness and consideration, offere

ion with the easy self-con

egan. "I am good at reading and writing English, but I speak badly. H

to smoke. I answered by offeri

e me your hand." We shook hands. He lit his cigar, looked at me very attentively,

htfully. "Are you a stiff Englishman? Tell me, friend David, ma

like," I answered.

," he said. "Be familiar

d laid his hand affectionately on my shoulder. I began to

he question just as coolly as if h

nt I pass in your society," he cried with enthusiasm, "I like you better-find you more em

abstaining, with an Englishman's shyness, from entering into details. My reply was enough, and more than enough, for Fritz. "Good Heavens!" he exclaimed

In my first involuntary impulse of disgust, I clenched my fist. Young Mr. Keller never suspected (my English brethren alone will understand) how very n

-there are wretches, I say, who call my Minna's mother 'Jezebel,' and my Minna herself 'Jezebel's Daughter!' I have fought three duels with my fellow-students to avenge that one insult. Alas, David, there is another person who is influenced by those odious calumnies!-a person sacred to me-the honored author of my being. Is it not dreadful? My good father turns tyrant in this one thing; declares I shall never marry 'Jezebel's Daughter;' exiles me, by his paternal commands, to this foreign country; and perches me on a high stool to copy letters. Ha! he little knows my heart. I am my Minna's and my Min

hought our English orchestra wanting in subtlety and spirit. On the other hand, he did full justice, afterwards, to our English bottled beer. When we left the Gard

nnounced that he had decided on accompanying her to the madhouse-without pledging himself to any further concession. In l

It is needless to say I decided on