up the wound of Morality, whilst Medicine cut a shred from her robe in payment.  Death stretched out his claw from under the mantle of thievish Medicine to seize Morality, but Policy gave him such a blow that he yelled aloud, and grinned most hideously.  Poetry was allowed to hop about, because she was naked, and had nothing to be despoiled of.  At length History took pity on her, and laid upon the burn a wet leaf from a sentimental romance.  Policy then tied them all behind her chariot, and drove away in triumph.

All hell expressed approbation of this last spectacle by reiterated clappings; and Satan embraced the devil Leviathan for having got up the entertainment, which flattered him exceedingly, it being one of his chief whims to be

reckoned by the fiends as the inventor of the sciences.  He often said, in his pride, that he had begotten them in his intercourse with the daughters of earth, in order to divert men from the straightforward and noble feelings of their hearts; to remove from their eyes the mystic veil which constitutes their happiness; to make them acquainted with their state of restriction and weakness; and to fill them with painful doubt concerning their after destination.  “I taught them,” he would continue, “by their means, to reason, so that they might forget to practise virtue, and to worship.  We ourselves have defied Heaven with bold and open weapons, and I have at least shown them the way of skirmishing incessantly with the Eternal.”

The sensible reader will here pause, and admire the strict resemblance of all courts to each other: that is, how the great, through the service, toil, and sweat of the little, win the favour of their sovereigns, and bear away the rewards.  Leviathan gave himself out as the inventor of this allegorical ballet, and was on that account thanked

and caressed, although the real author of it was the Bavarian Poet Laureate, who a short time before had died of hunger, and found his way to hell.  He prepared the ballet after the latest court-fashion, by the command of Prince Leviathan, who had at least talent enough to discover merit: the reason of his bitter allusions to the sciences was, probably, because they had so ill supported him; and perhaps Leviathan, who knew perfectly well what would please Satan, had given him a hint to that effect.  Be this as it may, the devil had the reward, and the thin shade of the Bavarian Laureate sat cowering behind a rock of the theatre, and observed with bitterest agony the marks of unmerited favour which Satan had lavished on Leviathan.

The half-intoxicated devils now became so clamorous as nearly to drown the howls of the damned; when suddenly the powerful voice of Faustus echoed from the upper world through hell.  He had at length surmounted every obstacle, and now summoned before him one of the first princes of the kingdom of darkness.

Satan started up in ecstasy: “It is Faustus who calls there.  No one else has the power; and no one else, if he had such power, would dare to knock so loudly against the iron portals.  Up! up! a man like him is worth a thousand of the scoundrels who come down hither every day by rote.”  Then, turning to the devil Leviathan, his favourite, he added, “I choose thee, the subtlest seducer, the deadliest hater of the human race, to ascend and purchase for me, by thy dangerous services, the soul of this desperado.  Only thou canst chain, satiate, and then, drive to despair, his craving heart and his proud and restless spirit.  Quick, quick! ascend! dispel the vapours of school-wisdom from his brain.  Consume with the fire of voluptuousness the noble feelings of his heart.  Disclose to him the treasures of nature, and hurry him into life, that he may the sooner grow tired of it.  Let him see evil arise from good, vice rewarded, justice and innocence trodden under foot, as is the custom of men.  Conduct him through the wild and terrible scenes of human life; let him mistake its aim, and lose among its

horrors the guiding thread of virtue.  And when he stands separated from all natural and heavenly ties, in doubt concerning the noble destination of his race,—when even pleasure and enjoyment have left him, and the inward worm awakes,—then depict to him, with infernal bitterness, the consequences of his deeds and delusions, and unfold to him all their links, extending to remotest generations.  If despair should then seize him, hurl him down, and return in triumph to hell.”

Leviathan.  Wherefore, O Satan, dost thou impose this work upon me?  Thou knowest that I have long ago had enough of men, and of their playground,—the world.  What is to be made out of wretches who, as thou hast observed, have strength neither for good nor evil?  Gold, ambition, or pleasure, can quickly make rascals of them, who have for a short period pursued the phantom virtue; and if any one should move boldly at first along the path of vice, he will be driven back when half-way by the spectres of his crazy imagination.  If, indeed, it were a proud hot-headed Spaniard, a revengeful assassinating

Italian, or even a wild lascivious Frenchman, whom you wanted me to catch—but a German, one of those thick-pated swine, who slavishly bend before rank, riches, and all the artificial distinctions of men, who believe that their lords and princes are made of superior materials to themselves, and have a right to dispose of them just as they please, either in fighting their own battles, or those of other sovereigns!  Hast thou heard from them for centuries a single word of rebellion against tyranny, or of shedding blood for the rights of man?  Not one of them has, as yet, come down to hell in glory; a proof that these people have no distinguished heads among them.  Those are to my mind who wish to clear up every thing, who fight with the adamantine shield of individuality, against which all prejudices, earthly or heavenly, are shivered.  Show me such a man who is willing to become great on earth at the expense of his soul, and I will immediately ascend.

Satan.  Shall devils, O Leviathan, be blinded by prejudice, like the sons of dust?  I tell thee,

the man after our own heart is born under that district of heaven.  He is one of those who, endued by nature with hot and furious passions, rebel against all the old-established customs of society.  When such a spirit tears its way through these cobwebs, it resembles a flame, which, by its own fury, speedily consumes the materials which feed its lustre.  He is one of those visionary philosophers who strive to seize, through imagination, what is denied to cold understanding; and who, if they are unsuccessful, laugh at all knowledge, and make pleasure and enjoyment their gods.  Away, away, Leviathan! soon shall a fire break out in Germany which will spread through all Europe.  Already is the germ of that delusion springing up which shall endure for centuries.  What the German has once caught, he will not easily let go.

The commanding voice of Faustus now resounded for the second time.  Satan continued:

“Thou mayst know by this call that he is no trembler.  Hasten to him, for, if thou delayest, perhaps he may doubt the strength of his charms, and hell will lose the fruits of his temerity. 

Truly, the fellow is such a genius, that I can almost overlook his origin.”

The devil Leviathan angrily replied: “I swear, by the hot and