102 THE HALL OF SHELLS. 



" How many golden scudi 

 Went to make such ringlets. 



" I knew nothing whatever concerning her, 

 but was attracted by her beauty, as old tales 

 tell us men have been charmed by the beauty 

 of a siren. 



" In my wanderings about the city I often 

 sauntered into a shop where curiosities were 

 sold. I was interested in the relics displayed, 

 which were of an exceptionally line order, 

 but more, I think, I liked while looking 

 at his wares to listen to the talk of the 

 garrulous old man, who delighted in leaning 

 over his counter and telling the stranger 

 of people and places in his beloved father- 

 land. 



" His face radiated good humor, and kind- 

 ness was written in its every line. One day 

 while studying some fine pictures of Holland 

 scenery, Herr Witzman, for that was the old 

 vender's name, interrupted me with exclama- 

 tions of delight at the beautiful horses he saw 

 dashing down the street. Upon looking out I 

 saw they were attached to a tiny voiPu/i'e, and 

 were driven by the count of my aversion, while 

 at his side sat the lilylike lady with the golden 

 curls. 



" I had but time to perceive this when. 



