buttonhole. Yes, I hear the doctors lamenting, 'tis a crying shame that he was not bred to medicine, he would have discovered the elixir vitae. Ay, and that he did not take to financiering, the Sullys will deplore in their cabinets,—he would have turned flints into louis-d'ors by his magic. And Spiegelberg will be the word from east to west; then down into the dirt with you, ye cowards, ye reptiles, while Spiegelberg soars with outspread wings to the temple of everlasting fame.     

       CHARLES VON M. A pleasant journey to you! I leave you to climb to the summit of glory on the pillars of infamy. In the shade of my ancestral groves, in the arms of my Amelia, a nobler joy awaits me. I have already, last week, written to my father to implore his forgiveness, and have not concealed the least circumstance from him; and where there is sincerity there is compassion and help. Let us take leave of each other, Moritz. After this day we shall meet no more. The post has arrived. My father's forgiveness must already be within the walls of this town.     

      Enter SCHWEITZER, GRIMM, ROLLER, SCHUFTERLE, and RAZMAN. 

       ROLLER. Are you aware that they are on our track!     

       GRIMM. That we are not for a moment safe from being taken?     

       CHARLES VON M. I don't wonder at it. It must be as it will! Have none of you seen Schwarz? Did he say anything about having a letter for me?     

       ROLLER. He has been long in search of you on some such errand, I suspect.     

       CHARLES VON M. Where is he? where, where? (is about to rush off in haste).     

       ROLLER. Stay! we have appointed him to come here. You tremble?     

       CHARLES VON M. I do not tremble. Why should I tremble? Comrades, this letter—rejoice with me! I am the happiest man under the sun; why should I tremble?     

   

   

                Enter SCHWARZ. 

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