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of Thomasius , can t see an inch before your nose . Do not allow yourself to dream of such a thing , unless you wish to havd your neck iyrofeen thfo equinoctial night ! ' - Mr . Tusmarm was naturttiy a quiet man , a * frieiici of peace , perhaps a timid mani who fiever gave -a bad word even when attacked ; but the conduct of ttife jeweller was rather too bad , and , as Mr . Tusmannhsud drunk mo > re wine than usual , he got up and said in a firm voiee ,
' I know not , unknown sir , by what authority you speak to me in this manner . I believe that you wish to intimidate me by pretending that you yourself are in love with Miss Albertine Vosswinkel . I don ' t doubt but that you used a magic lantern to dupe me , but I am not to be deceived by such gross tricks . ' 'Take care , ' said the jeweller with nonchalance , ' take care , Mr . Tusmann ; you have some curious people to deal with . '
At the same moment , the face of the jeweller changed into a fox ' s head , and his sly eyes threw devouring looks upon Mr . Tusmann , who plumped back on to his chair , petrified . The old man did not seem surprised at the transformation of the jeweller , and said : 'A very pretty joke , but I can do something better than that , Master Leonard . '
' Let us see / said the jeweller , who had recovered his human face . The old man drew from his pocket a large radish , and began to cut it in little bits ; as each bit fell upon the table it changed into a glittering piece of gold , which rolled towards the jeweller , who no sooner touched it than it burst into thousands of sparks .
The private secretary was quite horrified at what lie saw ; at last , surmounting the weakness which chained him down to his seat , he rose and said , in a trembling voice , ' Gentlemen , I have the honour to wish you a very good night . ' Then , with one leap , he escaped from the tavern . Whfen in the street , he thought he heard two persons roaring with laughter , and he fled along rapidly , his blood freezing in his veins .
Chapter II . The young painter , Edmund Lepsien , became acquainted with the wonderful goldsmith , Leonard , in a manner rather less disagreeable . , Edmund was sketching a beautiful clump of trees , in a solitary spot of the botanical garden , when Leonard approached him , and without ceremony tapping him on the shoulder , said , ' . You are making a singular sketch , young man . ' ' Do you remark anytning then , sir V . said Edmundt , with sparkling eyes . . * Doubtless / replied " the goldsmith ; ' from the midst of that beautifully thick foliage I fancy I see advancing all sorts 6 f strange
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The Choice . 185
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1835, page 185, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2643/page/41/
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