My coming of age.--The letter.--The Doctor's verdict.--The
Doctor's pretty daughter.--Arthur Sullivan.--"Dolly" Storey.
--Lord Leven's garden party.--Professor Owen.--Gibson Bowles.
--Arthur Lewis.--Carlo Pellegrini.--Paolo Tosti.--Pagani's.--
J. J. Tissot.--_Vanity Fair._--Some of the Contributors.--
Anthony Trollope.--John Stuart Mill.--_The World._--Edmund
Yates.--Death of Lord Lytton.--Mr. Macquoid.--Luke Fildes.--
Small.--Gregory.--Herkomer.--_TheGraphic._--Gladstone.--
Disraeli, etc.
On my coming of age, Doctor Doran sent me the following advice, which
at the first attempt I had some difficulty in deciphering. Later on,
however, I soon discovered that it was intended, to complete the joke,
that it should be begun at the end and from there read.
DORAN JOHN.
Yours truly ever,
Yourself find will you which in condition the see to surprised be
will you, anything yourself deny never and advice my follow you
if, fact in.
Everything in consideration first the yourself make.
Thing bad a always is which, behind be never then will you as
others all before yourself put.
Difference the all makes which, it like you unless, lamb the with
down lie or, lark the with rise don't. By done be to like would
you as you to do others till wait. Own your as good as be cannot
course of which, others of opinion the considering by distracted
be not will you then as own your but advice nobody's take.
To-morrow till off put can you what to-day do never.
Life through guidance your for advice of words few a you give me
let now.
Him cut to happened I although him for regard great a have and
years for him known have I. Morning very this himself shaving saw
I man a of photo the you send I herewith.
LESLIE DEAR MY.
On the morning of my birthday, which was to be celebrated by a dance,
I felt so ill and consequently became so depressed, I was obliged
eventually to pay a visit to the family doctor, who impressed me with
the seriousness of my condition and prophesied all sorts of calamities
after sounding my heart and feeling my pulse.
"You must be very--very careful," he said, shaking his head. "My dear
boy, I'm sorry to say it; but you must not dance to-night."
I was overwhelmed.
"But," I expostulated, "I came to ask you to make me fit so that I
might dance."
"You must give up dancing for a time," he said, with great firmness.
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