Do I rave, Don Bob?  Has reason caught the royal trick of the century, and left her throne?  Let me be calm, as becometh one suddenly swelled into ancestral proportions!  This small lump of red clay shall inherit my name, and my estate, which I now seriously purpose to acquire.  For her will I labor.  For her I will gorge “The Clarion” with leading articles.  For her I will write the long dreamed-of poem in twenty-four parts.  For her I will besiege the private dens of my friends the booksellers.  Dear, helpless little atomy! infinitesimal object of love! bud, germ, seed, blossom, tidbit, morsel, mannikin, tomtit, abbreviation, concentration, quintessence! tiny multum in parvo! charming diamond edition! thou small, red possibility! weeping promise of glad days to come!  For thee will I put the world under contribution!  For thee will I master ’pathy and ’logy and ’nomy and ’sophy!  All was and is for thee!  For thee sages have written; for thee science has toiled; for thee looms are clanking, ships are sailing, and strong men laboring!  Thou art born to a fortune better than one of gold!  I am but thy servant, to bring all treasures and lay them at thy feet!  Be remorseless, exacting, greedy of our love and our lore!  Come, young queen, into thy queendom!  All is thine!

Bobus, my friend, you undoubtedly think that I am beside myself.  You are a tough, knotty old tree, and I have only one tender shoot.  You may sneer, or you may pity,—­I care not one baubee for your praise or your blame.  I shall take my own course.  I feel my responsibility, Sir!  I shall not come to you for advice!  I shall pursue the path of duty, Sir!—­Come to you, forsooth!  What could you give?  A lot of rubbish from Confucius, with a farrago of useless knowledge anent the breeching and birching of babies in Japan.  I shall seek original sources of information.  What do you know, for instance, of lactation and the act of sucking, Sir?  I have been, like a good Christian, to my Paley already.  Hear the Archdeacon of Carlisle!  “The teeth are formed within the gums, and there they stop; the fact being, that their farther advance to maturity would not only be useless to the new-born animal, but extremely in its way; as it is evident that the act of sucking, by which it is for some time to be nourished, will be performed with more ease, both to the nurse and to the infant, whilst the inside of the mouth and edges of the gums are smooth and soft, than if set with hard-pointed bones.  By the time they are wanted, the teeth are ready.”  Now, dear Don, is not that an interesting piece of information?  You are not a mother, and probably you never will be one; but can you imagine anything more unpleasant to the maternal sensibilities than a child born with teeth?  Mentally and prophetically unpleasant, as suggestive of the amiable Duke of Gloser, who came into the world grinning at dentists; physically unpleasant, in respect of bites, and the impossibility