was bending with age, but more
with sorrow; the few scattered hairs which remained on his temples were
white almost as the driven snow, and the deepest melancholy was depicted
in his countenance.

2. On inquiring who he was and what brought him there, he started, as, if
from sleep, and, after looking around him, began with slow and measured
steps to stride the hall, repeating in a low but audible voice, "Once one
is two; once one is two."

3. Now and then he would stop, and remain with his arms folded on his
breast as if in contemplation, for some minutes; then again resuming his
walk, he continued to repeat, "Once one is two; once one is two." His
story, as our traveler understood it, is as follows:

4. Conrad Lange, collector of the revenues of the city of Berlin, had long
been known as a man whom nothing could divert from the paths of honesty.
Scrupulously exact in an his dealings, and assiduous in the discharge of
all his duties, he had acquired the good will and esteem of all who knew
him, and the confidence of the minister of finance, whose duty it is to
inspect the accounts of all officers connected with the revenue.

5. On casting up his accounts at the close of a particular year, he found
a deficit of ten thousand ducats. Alarmed at this discovery, he went to
the minister, presented his accounts, and informed him that he did not
know how it had arisen, and that he had been robbed by some person bent on
his ruin.

6. The minister received his accounts, but thinking it a duty to secure a
person who might probably be a defaulter he caused him to be arrested, and
put his accounts into the hands of one of his secretaries for inspection,
who returned them the day after with the information that the deficiency
arose from a miscalculation; that in multiplying, Mr. Lange had said, once
one is two, instead of once one is one.

7. The poor man was immediately released from confinement, his accounts
returned, and the mistake pointed out. During his imprisonment, which
lasted two days, he had neither eaten, drunk, nor taken any repose; and
when he appeared, his countenance was as pale as death. On receiving his
accounts, he was a long time silent; then suddenly awaking, as if from a
trance, he repeated, "Once one is two."

8. He appeared to be entirely insensible of his situation; would neither
eat nor drink, unless solicited; and took notice of nothing that passed
around him. While repeating his accustomed phrase, i