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THE DIARY OF A NOBODY. the humble writer of these lines. The dandy horse of past days has been known to overtake the slow coach.

"Do I make myself understood?

"Very well, then! Permit me, Mr. Pooter, to advise you to accept the verb. sap. Acknowledge your defeat, and take your whipping gracefully; for remember you threw down the glove, and I cannot claim to be either mentally or physically a coward!

"Revenons à nos moutons.

"Our lives run in different grooves. I live for MY ART—THE STAGE. Your life is devoted to commercial pursuits—'A life among Ledgers.' My books are of different metal. Your life in the City is honourable, I admit. But how different! Cannot even you see the ocean between us? A channel that prevents the meeting of our brains in harmonious accord. Ah! But chaçun a son goût.

"I have registered a vow to mount the steps of fame. I may crawl, I may slip, I may even falter (we are all weak), but reach the top rung of the ladder I will!!! When there, my voice shall be heard, for I will shout to the multitudes below: &apos;Vici!&apos; For the present I am only an amateur, and my work is unknown, forsooth, save to a party of friends, with here and there an enemy. 136