A RAMBLER'S LEASE. 



MY REAL ESTATE. 



Yet some did think that he had little business here. 



WOKDSWOBTH. 



EVERY autumn the town of W sends 



me a tax -bill, a kindly remembrance for 

 which I never fail of feeling grateful. It 

 is pleasant to know that after all these 

 years there still remains one man in the old 

 town who cherishes my memory, though 

 it be only "this publican." Besides, to 

 speak frankly, there is a measure of satis- 

 faction in being reminded now and then of 

 my dignity as a landed proprietor. One 

 may be never so rich in stocks and bonds, 

 government consols and what not, but, ac- 

 ceptable as such " securities " are, they are 

 after all not quite the same as a section of 

 the solid globe itself. True, this species 

 of what we may call astronomic or planet- 

 ary property will sometimes prove com para- 



