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36 me positive guidance; more than that, as regards the choice of woods, you can rely upon me. I will guide thee in thy work with devoted zeal, without fearing that my masterpiece will be less perfect, because I shall have communicated to a friend the secrets of my art."

"Well, my dear Reinhold," interrupted Frederick, "why are we talking now of masterpieces and rivalry? Has the time arrived for contending for the beautiful Rosa? Truly, all my ideas are stirred up in my poor head!"

"And who, then, speaks to thee of Rosa?" said Reinhold, with a burst of laughter. "I believe that you are dreaming with your eyes open. Come, we are not yet at our journey's end."

Frederick took the road again, and they reached the nearest inn, at the entrance of the city.

"To whom shall I offer my services?" said Reinhold.

"I know no one there, unless, dear brother, you will conduct me to master Martin."

"Oh, thanks for that thought," answered Frederick, hastily. "Yes, we will go together and find master Martin. I feel that with you I shall have less fear, and I shall be less troubled in re-entering that house."

The two friends, after having equipped themselves like respectable working men, went from the inn to go and visit master Martin. That day was the precise Sunday fixed upon by the rich cooper to celebrate by a banquet his election to the respectable office of the master of the candles. It was towards noon when our young travellers entered his house, which resounded with the clinking of glasses and the joyful conversation of the guests.

"Unfortunate moment!" exclaimed Frederick.

"On the contrary," said Reinhold; "it is in the midst of joy excited by generous wines, that men are most accessible, and I engage that master Martin will give us a good welcome.

At this moment, master Martin, to whom their presence had been announced, came towards them, his walk a little