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that you were destined to ride a young horse of your 

 hospitable entertainer's, who just "wanted a man on 

 his back, don't yer know!" The more exciting, 

 moreover, as you inw^ardly and rightly felt horse- 

 manship to be about the weakest of the numerous 

 accomplishments in which you did not excel. 



It was again, alas ! a disastrously exciting moment 

 when that childless and ailing old uncle of yours, Mr. 

 Moneybags, whom you had systematically toadied 

 and made up to from a boy, quietly called you into 

 his snuggery one day, and asked you, conjointly with 

 his butler, to be a witness — O, horror ! a witness to 

 his will ! 



These, or some such as these moments we have 

 most of us experienced whilst trudging through this 

 eventful world, and the subject is one, that in con- 

 cluding this short essay, I may confidently leave 

 in the hands of my readers to individually enlarge 

 upon, or not, as circumstances, discretion, or memory 

 may dictate. 



A PECULIAR BEING. 



ES, I think I may so term myself, of course,' 

 in confidence, as I sit down,before throwing 

 up the sponge of my literary and " Special" 

 career, to make these few truthful revelations. I 



