the great purpose of life to them." The lank philosopher
Pithopöus, towering a head above the rest of the popu-
lace, was moving through the press to his usual Tuscu-
lum. He apparently did not consider it worth while to^
ask the cause of the uproar. What cared he why the
ants were swarming ? He only said to himself: " People
would have been more endurable, had the Deity
had somewhat restricted the quantity." As the great man
reached the Stag, Pastor Willing whispered to him:
" Philosopher ! The insurrection is here, let us give it a
purpose.*' The Aristotelian, indignant at such familiarity
began to frown, but ere he had finished contracting his
brow the nimble pastor had already climbed the firont
steps of the tavern-keeper's house and by signs and
gestures requested silence. " The city preacher wants to
speak," was shouted on all sides. " Hush, hush ! Silence
for Pastor Willing !"

" My dear countrymen ! Natives of the Palatinate !
Citizens of Heidelberg !" began the pastor in stentorian
tones, his intelligent face assuming a humorous expres-
sion as he incessantly rubbed his hands, a habit custom-
ary with him in the pulpit.
" He is washing his hands in innocence," said the
Baptist Werner to his neighbors.
