his bones, they preserved them as precious relics.

Faustus and the Devil arrived early the next day at Mayence, and alighted
at the dwelling of the former. His young wife fell with a cry of joy
upon his neck, embraced him, and then burst into tears of sorrow. The
children clung sobbing to his knees, and greedily examined his pockets,
to see whether he had brought them any thing. His old gray-headed father
next staggered towards him, and shook him mournfully by the hand. The
heart of Faustus was moved, and his eyes began to moisten, while he
trembled, and looked angrily upon the Devil. When he asked his wife why
she wept, she wrung her hands, and replied, "Ah, Faustus, do you not
perceive how the hungry ones examine your pockets for bread? How can I
see that without tears? They have eaten nothing for a long time; we have
been unfortunate, and all thy friends have forsaken us; but now I see
thee again, it is to me as though I saw the countenance of an angel. I
and thy father have suffered more on thy account than on our own. We
have had such frightful dreams and visions; and when my eyes, weary with
weeping, have closed for a few hours, I saw thee torn from us by force,
and all was dark and horrible."

_Faustus_. Thy dream, love, is about to be partly fulfilled. This
gentleman here will reward thy husband for those talents which his
ungrateful country overlooked or despised. I have agreed to travel with
him far and wide.

_Old Faustus_. "My son, stay at home and support thyself honourably,"
says Scripture.

_Faustus_. And die of hunger, says Experience.

The wife began to weep yet more bitterly, and the children screamed for
bread. Faustus gave the Devil a sign, and he called to his servant, who
presently afterwards brought into the room a heavy coffer. Faustus
unlocked it, and flung a large bag of gold upon the table; which being
opened, and the yellow coin appearing, a lively flush of joy was
instantly diffused over the melancholy countenances of the family. He
then took out magnificent clothes and jewels, which he delivered to his
wife. Her tears vanished, and vanity at once dried them up, as the
sun-rays dry up the morning dew. The Devil smiled, and Faustus muttered
to himself, "O magic of gold and of vanity! I may now go to the
antipodes, and no other tears than those of hypocrisy will be shed."
Then, aloud, "Well, wife, these are the fruits of my journey, reaped in
advance. Is not this bet