Some advertisement now and then Is relished by the greatest men! Don't worry, Uncle Peter, because you are getting to be a has-was. You may do something in your old age which will make people think less of you than they do now--you never can tell. With these few words I will leave you, Uncle Peter; wishing you as much age in the future as you have had in the past. Yours with love, WILLIAM OSLER. After getting this letter Uncle Peter began to breathe easier and two days later he was quite able to resist the desire to crawl under the bed every time a bottle of soothing syrup arrived from the drug store. Uncle Peter got very gay the day after Admiral Togo won the battle of the Sea of Japan. Fifteen minutes after the last Russian battleship had been slapped on the cross-trees Uncle Peter had a letter written to Togo. I am going to show you a copy of it, if I get pinched in the act: NEW YORK, This Morning. To Admiral William Duffy Togo, the Japanese crackerjack. Dear Togie:--Please forgive me for writing you these few lines, but I have been through several wars myself and I have witnessed how easy it is for a hero to take the wrong road and walk unexpectedly into the cold storage department of the public's estimation. That is the reason I wish to give you a few points on the etiquette of being a hero, which I have studied from observation in this country. Brave Togie:--When you get home in Tokio or Yokohama, or Communipaw, or wherever it is, keep the face closed, more especially in the region of the mouth, because the moment a hero begins to speak somebody will misconstrue what he says and get him talking politics when he only meant to say, "Drink hearty!" Clever Togie:--Don't ever talk with an ambitious reporter unless you have a baseball mask over the face and a mosquito netting over the vocabulary; because if you only say to him, "How's the health?" you will find in the morning paper a column interview, in which you have decided to run for Mikado on the Democratic ticket. Good Togie:--When you arrive at the depot in your home town you will find lined up in front of the baggage-room about sixty-seven young ladies, all with their lips puckered up in the most kissifactory manner--but don't do it, Togie. Friend Togie:---Resist the awful temptation to go down the line and plant burning kisses on the front teeth of these beautiful maidens, because after planting these kisses the harvest will be the long grass of oblivion, and you will find yourself rushing madly through the comic papers trying to bite all the fair ladies therein. Fine Togie:--When you meet this awful situation, as meet it you will, sneer gently at the puckered lips and repeat over and over that old proverb, _Osculation is the thief of reputation_. Then with a haughty glance at the lady kissing bugs jump quickly into your ginrickeyshaw and gallop swiftly home to the loving arms of your wife.