and for the truth of which they bring forward no evidence; thus
forcing the reader to reject, as lacking proper confirmation, what he
would else, from its inherent grace or sprightliness, be happy to
accept.

That we shall be free from this reproach is rather our good fortune
than our merit. It is by favor of our stars, not by virtue of our own,
that we turn not aside from the plain path of truth to the by-ways of
supernaturalism and improbability. Yet we refrain with difficulty from
a breath of self-praise; there is a proud and solid satisfaction in
holding an unassailable position could we but catch the world's eye,
we would meet it calmly!

Let us hasten to introduce our talisman. You may see it at this very
moment, encircling the third finger of Doctor Glyphic's left hand; in
fact, it is neither more nor less than a quaint diamond ring. The
stone, though not surprisingly large, is surpassingly pure and
brilliant; as its keen, delicate ray sparkles on the eye, one marvels
whence, in the dead of night, it got together so much celestial fire.
Observe the setting; the design is unique. Two fairy serpents--one
golden, the other fashioned from black meteoric iron--are intertwined
along their entire length, forming the hoop of the ring. Their heads
approach the diamond from opposite sides, and each makes a mighty bite
at it with his tiny jaws, studded with sharp little teeth. Thus their
contest holds the stone firmly in place. The whole forms a pretty
symbol of the human soul, battled for by the good and the evil
principles. But the diamond seems, in its entirety, to be an awkward
mouthful for either. The snakes are wrought with marvellous dexterity
and finish; each separate scale is distinguishable upon their
glistening bodies, the wrinkling of the skin in the coils, the