what they said. It should be added that, perhaps in virtue of his supreme poetical endowment, his insight into the future was often startling; and that, if he has not solved the riddles of his time, no one has stated them so well. A complete translation of his works, then, seems as much the due of his intellectual significance as of his matchless literary genius.

FLORENTINE NIGHTS.

FIRST NIGHT.

MAXIMILIAN found in the ante-room the physician, who was drawing on his black gloves. "I am in a great hurry," said the latter hastily; "Signora Maria has not slept all day, and only just now has fallen into a little nap. I need not tell you that she must not be disturbed by any noise, and when she wakens she must not speak for her life! She must lie still, not move in the least the only movement permitted her is that of a mental nature. I beg you tell her all or any kind of fanciful stories, so that she will only listen quietly."

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"Rest assured, doctor," replied Maximilian, with a mournful smile. “I have trained myself for a talker, and will not let her speak. And I will tell her fantastic stuff enough-as much as you will. But how long will she live?"

"I am in a great hurry," replied the physician, and disappeared.

Black Deborah with her acute ear had quickly

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