the Wandering Magician.
"Oh!" said the man. "Well, some of them are certainly elegant and refined. But whom have we here? what strange pigmies are these?"
"Your virtues!" said the Magician.
"Dear me!" said the man. "Yes, to be sure, I recognize them. But what makes them so small?"
"This is not a magnifying glass!" said the Magician.
"But they are pretty!" said the man. "Beautiful, I may say. That little fellow with the twinkle in his eye and his coat out at elbows; he is charming, if I do say it. But what is going on now? here comes a crowd of big, hulking, ruffianly fellows, jostling the little people and driving them to the wall. What a villainous-looking set! Their faces are wholly strange to me; what are they?"
"Your vices!" said the Wandering Magician.
But when the man would have fallen upon him, he was gone.
IN THE SHADED ROOM
The shaded room was still; the doctor and the nurse sat watching by the bedside; the firelight crept into the c