and convince him that there were still kind folks in the world.

So Jurgen went forth from prison as if to paradise, to find

freedom, affection, and trust. He was to travel this path now, for

no goblet of life is all bitterness; no good man would pour out such a

draught for his fellow-man, and how should He do it, Who is love

"Let everything be buried and forgotten," said Bronne, the

merchant. "Let us draw a thick line through last year: we will even

burn the almanack. In two days we will start for dear, friendly,