A NEW PLAGUE.

SIR,--I understand that those who suffer oppression are permitted

to turn to you for relief, and I am told, further, that there is no

wrong which you are unable to remedy. Listen for a few moments to my

tale of woe, and then say if you can strike a blow on my behalf. I

am an author, that is to say, I have written a book, and have lately

published it at my own expense. I was told by a friend of mine, who

has some experience in these matters (he is the Sporting Correspondent

of the _Fortnightly Glass of Fashion_), that it would be well for me

to make some arrangement with my publishers as to Royalty. I therefore

gave orders that presentation copies, suitably bound, were to be

forwarded to Her Gracious MAJESTY and the rest of the Royal Family,

including, of course, the Duke of CLARENCE. My publisher seemed

surprised, but offered no objection, and I was therefore able to

congratulate myself on having successfully smoothed over a difficulty

which, if I am to believe Mr. WALTER BESANT, too often troubles the

young author. This, however, is neither here nor there. I merely

mention the incident to show that I am not altogether lacking in

_savoir faire_.

As I said, I am an author. My book is a romance entitled, _The

Foundling's Farewell_. Of course you have heard of it. It is

blood-curdling but sympathetic, romantic but realistic, pathetic and

sublime. The passage, for instance, in which the Duke of BARTLEMY

repels the advances of the orphan charwoman is--but you have read it,

and I need not therefore enlarge further upon it. After it had been

published two days, I began to look eagerly into all the daily and

weekly papers for critical notices of my _magnum opus_. I persisted

for a fortnight, and failing to see any, wrote an angry letter to my

publishers. On that very day the last post brought me three letters

in unknown hands. I opened the first listlessly, I read what it

contained, and (may an author confess his weakness?) gave a wild shout

of triumph when I found that one of the enclosures was a newspaper

extract referring to my work. Here it is, as it appeared on the form

enclosed:--

_THE UNITED ASSOCIATION OF COMBINED PARAGRAPHISTS_.

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