What fairy tales! And yet we don't "know." Nature tells some strange stories. Yes, and so do people. There is something amusing or interesting in the notes of every day, but let the week slide, for we want to hear the report--we want to hear what Amoora Oseba thinks of the people of the "upper crust." "Oh! wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as ithers see us, It wad frae monie a blunder free us." Possibly. Here we come to that great meeting. Let's get down to date again, and Leo Bergin's notes. He says:-- "Eurania, Cavitorus, "October 5th. "'To-morrow,' yes. "'To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death." "To-morrow! the great event opens. How like a dream it all seems. But, "Dreams in their development have breath, And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy. They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils. ... They speak, Like symbols of the future.' "Ah, this dreamy reverie! It brings back the vanished years, for ''Twas just one year ago to-day, That I remember well,' when I began this record, at sea, on board the S.S. _Irene_. I wonder if Sir Marmaduke ever thinks of me. If he does, he thinks me--well, it doesn't much matter now. He was a good sort, however, and I will never forget him." Kind of you, Leo Bergin. By golly! that fellow has a heart, and a head, too, for that matter, for he is rarely far wrong. He continues:-- "Yes, he was a generous old soul. Rich, good-natured and careless, but just. He read everything, but--well, perhaps if I had read as much as he, I would have thought and known as little." Leo Bergin, I swear I had rather you had forgotten me. That's a nice way to speak of an absent friend. There is evidently a coolness between us. Yes, a cool belt, so I will keep my temper. Proceed, Leo:-- "Had a note from Venesta to-day, and I don't know whether it gives me more pleasure or sadness. Think of courting a girl, who never had a father or a mother, a sister or a brother! Daughter of the State! Marry the daughter of the State! Ye gods, what a mother-in-law! "I have idled away the day, and how can I make amends, save by confession and the forming of new resolutions? Well, "'I resolve! yes, I resolve! And then I sit me down And watch that resolution die. But, "To-morrow"--' "Eurania, Cavitorus, "October 6th.