ogether; my hopes are dashed to earth, all is over with
me now. All I have got to do is to be off to the frog-pond as quickly
as I can."

But as he was hurrying away the Goldsmith stopped him, and said--

"Tussmann, you're very foolish; you've got hold of the most priceless
treasure you could possibly have come across. Those lines of verse
ought to have told you so at once. Do me the favour to put that book
which you found in the casket into your pocket."

Tussmann did so.

"Now," said the Goldsmith, "think of some book or other which you would
wish that you had in your pocket at this moment."

"Oh, my goodness," said Tussmann, "I went and shied Thomasius's little
treatise on 'Diplomatic Acumen' into the frog-pond, like an utter fool
as I was."

"Put your hand in your pocket," said the Goldsmith, "and take out the
book."

Tussmann did so, and lo, the book which he brought out was none other
than Thomasius's treatise!

"Ha!" cried Tussmann, "what is this? Why it is Thomasius's treatise, my
beloved Thomasius, rescued from the congregation of frogs in the pond,
who would never have learned diplomatic acumen from him."

"Keep yourself calm," the Goldsmith said; "put the book into your
pocket again."

Tussmann did so.

"Think of some other rare work," the Goldsmith said: "one which you
have never been able to come across in any library."

"Oh, good gracious!" cried Tussmann in melancholy accents. "I have
been, you see, in the habit of sometimes going to the opera, so that I
have wanted, very much, to ground myself a little in the theory of
music, and I have been trying in vain hitherto to get hold of a copy of
a certain little treatise which explains the arts of the composer and
the performer, in an allegorical form. I mean Johann Beer's 'Musical
War,' an account of the contest between composition and harmony, which
are represented under the guise of two heroines, who do battle with
each other, and end by being completely reconciled."

"Feel in your pocket," said the Goldsmith; and the Clerk of the Privy
Chancery shouted with joy when he found that his paper book now
consisted of Johann Beer's 'Musical War.'

"You see now, do you not," said the Goldsmith, "that in the book which
you found in the casket you possess the finest and most complete
library that anybody ever had? and more than that, you take it about
with you in your pocket. For, while you have this remarkable book in
your pocket, it will always