contrivances of Rascal, succeeded in doing wonders in the trifling space of time.  It is really astonishing how richly and beautifully everything was arranged in so short a period.  Such pomp and superfluity were exhibited there, and the richly-fanciful illuminations were so admirably managed, that

I felt quite at ease; I had nothing to find fault with, and I could not but praise the diligence of my servants.

Evening darkness came on; the guests appeared, and were introduced to me.  The word “majesty” was no more whispered; but I often heard, uttered in deep awe and humility, “the Count.”  What could I do?  The word count satisfied me, and from that moment I was Count Peter.  But in the midst of the festive crowd I sought but one; at last she appeared; she was the crown, and she wore it.  She followed her parents modestly, and seemed not to know that she was the loveliest of the assemblage.  The forest-master, his wife, and daughter were introduced.  I said much that was agreeable and obliging to the old people; but I stood before their daughter like a checked boy, and could not utter a single word.  At last I stammered forth a request that she would honour the festival by undertaking that office whose badge she bore.  With a touching look she begged blushingly that I would excuse her; but more abashed before her than she herself, I, as her first subject, offered her my humble tribute; and my glance served as a command to all the guests, each of whom seemed anxious to meet it.  Over

this joyful festivity presided majesty, innocence, and grace allied with beauty.  Mina’s happy parents believed that out of respect for them, their child had been elevated to these unexpected honours, and I was in an unspeakable transport of joy.  I ordered every thing that was left of the jewels, pearls, and precious stones which I had purchased with my perplexing piles of wealth, to be placed in two covered dishes, and distributed in the name of the queen among her playfellows and the ladies present; and I ordered gold to be thrown over the border fence among the joyous crowds.  On the following morning, Bendel communicated to me, in confidence, that the suspicions he had formed against Rascal’s integrity were fully confirmed; he had yesterday purloined several bags of gold.  “Let us not envy,” I replied, “the poor devil this trifling booty; I scatter my money about profusely, why not to him?  Yesterday, he and everybody else served me nobly, and arranged a delightful festivity.”  Nothing further was said about it; Rascal continued to be my head-servant, and Bendel my friend and confidant.  He had imagined my wealth to be inexhaustible, and he cared not to inquire into its source.  Entering into my feelings, he assisted me to find

out constant occasions to display my wealth, and to spend it.  Of the unknown, pale, sneaking fellow, he only knew that without him I could not get released from the curse which bound me, and that I dreaded the man on whom my only hope reposed.  Besides, I was now convinced he could discover me anywhere, while I could find him nowhere; so that I determined to abandon a fruitless inquiry, and to await the promised day.

The magnificence of the festival, and my condescension there, confirmed the obstinately-credulous inhabitants in their first opinion of my dignity.  It appeared very soon, notwithstanding, in the newspapers, that the reported journey of the king was wholly without foundation.  But I had been a king, and a king I was unfortunately compelled to remain; and certainly I was one of the richest and kingliest who had ever appeared.  But what king could I be?  The world has never had cause to complain of any scarcity of monarchs, at least in our days; and the good people, who had never seen one with their own eyes, first fixed on one, and then, equally happily, on another; but Count Peter continued to be my name.

There once appeared among the visitors to the baths, a merchant who had made himself

a bankrupt in order to get rich, and he enjoyed the general esteem; he was accompanied by a broad, palish shadow.  He wished ostentatiously to display the wealth he had acquired, and he determined to be my rival.  I applied to my bag.  I drove on the poor devil at such a rate, that in order to save himself he was obliged to become a bankrupt a second time.  Thus I got rid of him; and by similar means I created in this neighbourhood many an idler and a vagabond.

Though I thus lived in apparent kingly pomp and prodigality, my habits at home were simple and unpretending.  With thoughtful foresight, I had made it a rule that no one except Bendel, should on any pretence enter the chamber which I occupied.  As long as the sun shone I remained there locked in.  People said, “the count is engaged in his cabinet.”  The crowds of couriers were kept in communication by these occupations, for I dispatched and received them on the most trifling business.  At evening, alone, I received company under the trees, or in my saloon, which was skilfully and magnificently lighted, according to Bendel’s arrangement.  Whenever I went out Bendel watched round me with Argus’ eyes; my steps were always tending to the forester’s garden,

and that only for the sake of her; the inmost spirit of my existence was my love.

My good Chamisso, I will hope you have not forgotten what love is!  I leave much to your filling up.  Mina was indeed a love-worthy, good, and gentle girl; I had obtained full possession of her thoughts; and in her modesty she could not imagine how she had become worthy of my regard, and that I dwelt only upon her; but she returned love for love, in the full youthful energy of an innocent heart.  She loved like a woman; all self-sacrificing, self-forgetting, and living only in him who was her life, careless even though she should perish: in a word, she truly loved.

But I—oh, what frightful moments!—frightful! yet worthy to be recalled.  How often did I weep in Bendel’s bosom, after I recovered from the first inebriety of rapture! how severely did I condemn myself, that I, a shadowless being, should seal, with wily selfishness, the perdition of an angel, whose pure soul I had attached to me by lies and theft!  Now I determined to unveil myself to her; now, with solemn oaths, I resolved to tear myself from her, and to fly; then again I broke out into tears, and arranged with Bendel for visiting her in the forest-garden again in the evening.

Sometimes I allowed myself to be flattered with the hopes of the now nearly approaching visit of the unknown, mysterious old man; and wept anew when I recollected that I had sought him in vain.  I had reckoned the day when I was again to expect to see that awful being.  He had said a year and a day; and I relied on his word.

Mina’s parents were good, worthy old people, loving their only child most tenderly; the whole affair had taken them by surprise, and, as matters stood, they knew not how to act.  They could never have dreamed that Count Peter should think of their child; but it was clear he loved her passionately, and was loved in return.  The mother, indeed, was vain enough to think of the possibility of such an alliance, and to prepare for its accomplishment; but the calm good sense of the old man never gave such an ambitious hope a moment’s consideration.  But they were both convinced of the purity of my love, and could do nothing but pray for their child.

A letter is now in my