bullet pierced his heart and broke the portrait of Wilhelmina.
"And what became of the poor girl? " I asked Madam de Strahlenheim.
"Oh! she has been very ill. She is married now to a gentleman who is a barrister in Werner, and, if you went to Dessau, she would show you Julius's portrait."
"All that was done by the interposition of the devil," the Abbe broke in, for he had only been half asleep during Madam de Strahlenheim's story. "He who could make the heathen oracles speak could easily make the eyes of a portrait move if he thought fit. Not twenty years ago an Enghshman was strangled by a statue at Tivoli."
"By a statue!" I exclaimed. "How did that come about?"
"He was a wealthy man who had been making excavations at Tivoli, and had discovered a statue of the Empress Agrippina Messalina, it matters little which. Whoever it was he had it taken to his house, and by dint of gazing at it and admiring it he became crazy. All Protestants are more than half mad. He called it his wife, his lady, and kissed it, marble as it was. He said that the statue came to life every evening for his benefit. So true was this
