ueath to Miss Lucy Mowbray, the sister of my beloved
friend, my manuscript 'Essay upon the Art of Squeezing a Lady's Hand;'
begging that she will read it attentively, and never suffer her hand
to be squeezed in any other manner than that which I have therein
pointed out.

"Seventh: I bequeath my 'Essay upon the Hebrew Letter Aleph' to the
College of William and Mary, requesting that it shall be disposed of
to some scientific body in Europe, for not less than twenty thousand
pounds--that sum to be dedicated to the founding of a new
professorship--to be called the _Hoffland Professorship_ for the
instruction of young men going to woo their sweethearts. And the
professor shall in all cases be a woman.

"Eighth: Having disposed of my personal, I now come to add a
disposition also of my invisible and more valuable property remaining.
I bequeath my memory to the three young ladies to whom I am at present
engaged--begging them to deal charitably with what I leave to them;
and if harsh thoughts ever rise in their hearts, to remember how
beautiful they are, and how utterly impossible it was for their poor
friend to resist yielding to that triple surpassing loveliness. If
this message is distinctly communicated to them, they will not be
angry, but ever after revere and love my memory, as that of the truest
and most rational of men.

"Ninth: I leave to my executor a lock of my hair, which he shall carry
ever after in his bosom--take thence and kiss at least once every
day--at the same time murmuring, 'Poor Charles! he loved me very
much!'

"Tenth, and last: I bequeath my heart to Mr. Ernest Mowbray. I mean
the spiritual portion--my love. And if I should make him my executor,
I hereby declare that clause ninth shall apply to him, and be carried
out in full; declaring that he may utter the words therein written
with a good conscience; and declaring further, that my poverty alone
induces me to make him so trifling a bequest as this, in the tenth
clause expressed. Moreover, he had full possession of it formerly
during my life-time; and, finally, I make him my executor.

"That is all," said Hoffland, laughing and turning away his head; "a
capital will, I think!"

Mowbray shook his head.

"I have listened to your jesting in silence, Charles," he said,
"because I thought it best to let your merry mood expend itself----"

"I was never graver in my life!"

"Then you were never grave at all. Now let us seriously consult about
t