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Unhappily, we have nothing to do with this fair damsel, but with Mynheer, her father. It is well known with what ability all his surgical apparatus was arranged, and, above all, we should notice the admirable skill with which he constructed (without distinction) cork legs, and legs of wood. So it was, chat all who had the mischance to lose a limb had recourse to his marvellous science; and, however desperate their condition, they soon were, it is said, placed again on their legs. The maimed and the halt, impotent folk deemed incurable, found themselves so well suited with legs from the hands of M. Turningvort, that they were well nigh tempted to murmur against Providence for having entrusted a secret of this sort to a simple mortal, and were beginning to doubt if legs of cork and wood were not preferable to legs of bone, flesh, and blood. To say truth, had you seen in what style and fashion the legs of Mynheer Turningvort were turned out-what ingenious springs he contrived-you would SATURDAY, JANUARY 26. have been much puzzled to decide the point, One morning, as M. Turningvort was occu- We should, however, apprise the reader sary, therefore, to submit to the operation. The member cut off was carried away by the doctor to serve as a text to a lecture, made the next day to his pupils. Thus it was; and M. Wodenblock, considering that he was in the habit of walking on two legs, and not hopping upon one only, and prejudiced, no doubt, in favour of the first mode of locomotion, sent after a time to our friend, who lived in face of the basin of the canal, to bespeak a leg, which might replace the one he had so unluckily lost. M. Turningvort was introduced into the magnificent chamber of the rich banker, whom he found extended on his bed. The left leg, it is true, made a tolerable good figure, but the stump which remained of the other was wrapped up with bandage and liga tures, and looked rather so-so. "You have heard of the accident that has happened to me?" said M. Wodenblock to the artist, as soon as he saw him. "You know I have been within an ace of death's door. All Rotterdam has heard of it with fright and dismay. You must therefore make me a leg; but a leg the nearest to perfection that you have hitherto turned out of your hands." Turningvort replied to these words by a most respectful salute. "You know I do not mean to restrict you to price," replied the banker. "Whatever you ask will be paid, on condition that you provide me the best leg you ever made in your life." The artist bowed this time most humbly. "I don't want a wooden leg, shaped like a spindle. I want a cork leg; I desire it to be elastic and light, with as many springs within side as there are wheels to a watch. It is not possible for me to explain myself clearer, not knowing your business; but I want from you a leg just as good as the one I have lost. I know it is not impossible for you to accom pense.' 66 Plish this end, and if I am satisfied with the | his entire satisfaction, and his lively demon- | natural powers of the leg would doubtless in work, you will have 25,000 francs as a recom-Istrations of joy upon the occasion. He strode time wear themselves out. He was now prowith long and strong steps from one end of ceeding (or, more justly to speak, carried the room to the other, going and coming in-away) in the direction of the Great Leyden cessantly, while at each revolution of his Canal. When he got sight of Turning vort's march he clasped the hands of Turning vort house, he called out in despair to the artiste to with delight, and was quite inexhaustible in come to his rescue. Our artist put his head praise of his most admirable work. The ma-out of the window. chinery, in fact, performed its office in a most surprising manner. In the banker's gait there was no stiffness, no effort, no fatigue, the locomotive apparatus moved perfectly; it was as if they were the natural organs of bone, tendons, and muscle. No one, not even a fellow sufferer with the banker, could have supposed that this tibia, this ancle-bone, owed its regularity and order to certain mechanical springs, of a particular kind, hid under the wide trousers of our stout Hollander, had it not been for a slight oscillation occasioned by the rapid motion of twenty little wheels, one let into the other, and a small jingling noise like that of a clock's pendulum, though a trifle more strong: if it were not for these, I say, M. Wodenblock would have quite forgotten that he had met with a serious accident, or that the leg was otherwise, before the unlucky raising of it, to give the benediction (as he called it) to his dear nephew who had come to take leave of him. Villain!" said the unhappy banker; "come down quickly. The leg that you have made me is possessed with a spirit of mischief; it won't allow me to stop; it drags, and drags on, without ceasing. I have been going at this rate ever since you left the house, and unless you come to my help, Heaven knows how much longer I may have to walk. What ails you? Why stand you there looking at me with your mouth open? Come down, I say, to my rescue, or in another instant more I shall be out of your sight, and it will then be impossible for you to come up with me." One would be tempted to accuse M. Turningvort of rhodomontade; but his words, how ever boasting they might seem, were considered by the artist as already established by proof, and that he was justified therefore in using them. A man of theory as well as practice, he had long been engaged on a discovery which he had only arrived at on the morning he was sent for by M. Wodenblock. Like all other mechanics who fabricated legs of wood, Turningvort found himself posed by the difficulty of introducing certain springs into the leg, which, by proper contrivance, might be made to move at pleasure, and thus rival the admirable mechanism which the knee and the ancle bones perform in the ac tual system. Now, the grand secret to which we alluded was the working of these parts by means of mechanical art; and this, as we have already said, was only discovered on the day he had been sent for by the rich banker. The leg, therefore, ordered by M. Wodenblock was to be made on the new system. The heart-rending accents with which these words were pronounced, attested the despair and cruel agony that tormented the soul of the unhappy banker. The spectacle struck our mechanist at once with perturbation and horror: evidently, he had not foreseen this incident, or, if he had, he was not possessed of the means to avert it. Nevertheless, he came down immediately to give assistance to M. de Wodenblock left home quite en- the unfortunate man, still hoping to relieve chanted, and after having bustled, as was his him from his perils and dangers. But M way, through a great part of the town, he was Wodenblock was already far off. Turningvort about to ascend the staircase of the Town- set off running after him, and though still in On the eighth day, as was agreed upon, our hall, perceiving at the top of it his friend the strength of his manhood, he had all the artist presented himself with his magical leg Vanoutern, who also recognised him, and held trouble in the world to come up with him. carefully wrapped up to his expecting patient. out his hand accordingly. The banker hast- This at length having accomplished, he seized It was easy to judge, by the complacent twink- ened forward, eager to embrace his friend; the banker in his vigorous arms, to prevent ling of the mechanic's eyes, what was passing but what was the astonishment of the good his feet touching the ground. But this strain his mind, and that he considered the 25,000 Vanoutern on seeing his friend pass before tagem (if such I may call it) was to no purfrancs, which would form part of the dower him without stopping, without so much as pose, for the locomotive faculties of the instru of the charming Blanche, was hardly equiva-saying "How d'ye do?" However, we must ment-so to speak-preserving all their enerlent to the work which was to ensure him that not set this down to the account of incivility gies, carried away the artist as well as the celebrity and immortality which had been the on the part of M. Wodenblock; the astonish-burthensome banker he had caught up. He dream of his life, and now upon the point of ment of this gentleman being one hundred therefore set him down on the ground, and being realised. times greater than that of Vanoutern, on per- stooping pressed one of the springs, strongly ceiving that he had not the power to deter- believing by that means he would suspend the mine how, when, or where, he might stop the velocity of the machine, if not oblige it to movements of his leg. So long as his wishes stop. But, alas! what was his grief and dehad been in agreement with the principles spair on seeing M. de Wodenblock fly off like that caused the machine to act, all went well; an arrow from a bow, crying out, in a lamentbut now that he desired to stop the machinery able tone, "I am a lost man, possessed with a of the instrument, he found he had no more demon-a lost man! Stop me, for Heaven's power over it than the man in the moon. He sake! I shall die! Will nobody break in anxiously wished to converse with his friend pieces the devil's own leg? TurningvortVanoutern, but the leg, in spite of his efforts, Turningvort, you have assassinated me!" and continued its march in fact, would go- the unhappy banker, exhausted and pale as ahead, and he found himself forced to obey. death, was still borne on with a fearful rapiIt is true he used all the means in his power dity, as if by some superhuman and mystical to stop, or at least to check the rapidity of its power. The artist was in a condition, too, not movements; but, alas! it was all to no pur- much to be envied. One would have said he pose, the leg would not halt. At one time he had been struck down by a thunderbolt: withheld fast by the iron railings; sometimes by out voice and without motion, he could no post, by the walls, by the doors-any where, more comprehend the phenomenon than the in short, that a likely place offered; but the unhappy man who was the victim of his scienleg acted with so much vigour, and made such tific labours. He let himself fall on his knees, terrible leaps and bounds, that he feared lest clapped his hands together, his wondering his arms should be put out of joint, so he al- eyes still fixed upon the banker, who was drivlowed himself to proceed by impulsion. ing on with the force and velocity of a wild buffalo, along the canal, with a voice of lamentation and woe, which fatigue, despair, and desperation made hardly intelligible. Leyden is more than twenty miles from By this time he began to be greatly alarmed, his leg appearing to require new force as the friction diminished, and the springs got into play, and his only hope was that the super Turningvort unrolled the precious packet, and displayed to the eager gaze of the banker the leg thus destined for him. The day was now far spent, and the artist and the banker were still engaged in unbounded discussion upon the movements of the wheels, the springs, the balance, the power, weight, &c., and, above all, in the putting together of the numerous pieces of which the machine was composed. M. Wodenblock could scarcely contain himself for joy, so much was he astonished and transported by the artist's work. But it was quite impossible at that hour to make an experiment of the leg; it was growing late, and our banker found himself weary, and more disposed to sleep. Still, however, in order to lose no time, and make an early trial of the instrument next morning, and to ascertain how it worked, M. Wodenblock begged of the artist to pass the night at his house; to which request M. Turningvort consented, not without pleasure, and with good grace. Next day all preparations were made in good time; M. de Wodenblock being I cannot say how pleased with the mechanical dispositions of his leg, nor shall I attempt to describe |