There, leaning against the glass, his face buried in his hands, and his broad back shaking with emotion, stood Doctor Mulhaus.

Alas! no.

Our kindly, good, hearty, learned, irritable, but dearly-beloved old friend, is no more.

There never was such a man in reality: but in his place stands Baron von Landstein of the Niederwald.
What the contents of the Doctor's (I must still call him so) letter, I cannot tell you.

But I have seen the letter which Major Buckley received enclosing it, and I can give it you word for word.