shame, and there he sits grinning smiles, as good as to say, 'Let the world wag as it will, I've the philosopher's stone in my waistcoat-pocket, and the elixir of life in my cupboard; I'm independent of both Fate and Fortune!"
"Hunsden—you spoke of grapes; I was thinking of a fruit I like better than your X——— hot-house grapes—an unique fruit, growing wild, which I have marked as my own, and hope one day to gather and taste. It is of no use your offering me the draught of bitterness, or threatening me with death by thirst: I have the anticipation of sweetness on my palate; the hope of freshness on my lips; I can reject the unsavoury, and endure the exhausting."
"For how long?"
"Till the next opportunity for effort; and as the prize of success will be a treasure after my own heart, I'll bring a bull's strength to the struggle."
"Bad luck crushes bulls as easily as bullaces; and, I believe, the fury dogs you: you were
