While Pepys was filling those
small octavo pages with his perplexing cipher he never once suspected
that he was adding a photographic portrait of himself to the world's
gallery of immortals. We are more intimately acquainted with Mr.
Samuel Pepys, the inner man--his little meannesses and his large
generosities--then we are with half the persons we call our dear
friends.
THE young girl in my story is to be as sensitive to praise as a prism is
to light. Whenever anybody praises her she breaks into colors.
IN the process of dusting my study, the other morning, the maid replaced
an engraving of Philip II. of Spain up-side down on the mantel-shelf,
and his majesty has remained in that undignified posture ever since. I
have no disposition to come to his aid. My abhorrence of the wretch is
as hearty as if he had not been dead and--otherwise provided for
these last three hundred years. Bloody Mary of England was nearly as
merciless, but she was sincere and uncompromising in her extirpation of
heretics.
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