To go on. Cheers, and the ravishment of thronging audiences can make him maudlin; render him louder in eloquence of theory; and "philanthropy," "divine science," "depth of unknown worlds," "finer feelings of the heart"--and so shall draw tears from most asses of sensibility. "The few reasoning mortals scattered here and there, that see through him, deafened in the universal hub-bub, shut their lips in sorrowful disdain, _confident in the grand remedy, Time_." So says our author, and can we blame him? Will the reader allow the current of this prosperity to be checked for one moment by a certain Count M.? One of the chosen few at Warsaw, who having spent the night with the "dear Master," in conversing with spirits, had returned to the country to transmute metals perhaps--perhaps to do other mighty works. Count M. seems to have been afflicted with doubts, to have supposed that by sleight-of-hand the "sweet Master" had substituted the crucible with melted ducats, for the other--carefully filled with red lead, "smelted and set to cool," "and now found broken and hidden among these bushes"--the whole golden crucible standing in its place. "Neither does the Plenagon or Elixir of Life, or whatever it was, prosper better--our sweet master enters into expostulation--swears by his great God, and his honor, that he will finish the work and make us _happy_." In vain--"the shreds of the broken crucible lie there before your eyes"--and the usurper has its place. That "resemblance of a sleeping child, grown visible in the magic cooking of our Elixir, proves to be an inserted rosemary leaf. The Grand Cophta cannot be gone too soon." Already it has been said that "Charity pays," philanthropy, benevolence, all these--sometimes? if one sows his bread on the waters shall he not expect its return after many or after few days?--the sooner the better for your Cagliostros, your Barnums. Shout it daily to an envious world--"Am I not a charitable man? If I have done wrong myself (as who has not?) has not a great deal of good _grown out_ of my wickedness? I have therefore done my share, for which if the world has paid me in 'praise and pudding,' it is no more than it has done before, and will do again!" Take courage!