Here is the bill of sale; only the name of the present possessor is wanting, the signature of the purchaser, and the payment of seven thousand five hundred thalers." "The names can be quickly written; but, your excellency," cried the prince, "where will the money come from ?" "I have just given your royal highness the key to the little box: have the goodness to press hard upon the rosette." The prince touched the spring, the cover flew back--it contained only a strip of paper! Upon it was written, in the king's own handwriting, "Bill of exchange upon my treasurer.

Pay to the order of the Prince of Prussia twenty thousand thalers." [Footnote: "Memoirs of the Countess Lichtenau," vol.1] The prince's face lighted up with joy.

"Oh! the king has indeed given me a miraculous elixir, that compensates for all misfortunes, heals all infirmities, and is a balsam for all possible griefs.

I will bring it into use immediately, and sign the bill of sale." He signed the paper, and filled with haste the deficiency in the contract.

"It is done!" he cried, joyfully, "the proprietress, Wilhelmine Enke; purchaser, Frederick William of Prussia.