BROWZER'S advocate put it that BROWZER was being crushed by unfair ridicule on his first entry into a noble profession, or art, that of SCOTT and FIELDING. He spoke of mighty poets in their misery dead. He drew a picture of BROWZER'S agonies of mind. He showed that masterpieces had, ere now, been rejected by the publishers. He denounced the licence of the Press. Who was an unheard-of SMITH, who had written nothing, to come forward and shout at BROWZER from behind the hedge of the anonymous? The novelist was a creature of delicate organisation; he suffered as others did not suffer; his only aim was to lighten care, and instruct ignorance. Why was _he_ to be selected for cruel sarcasm and insult? The learned Judge summed-up dead against BROWZER. BROWZER had published a book, had invited criticism, and then, when he only got what his work merited, he came and asked for damages. The question of malice he left to the Jury, who must see that the Critic and Author had each been ignorant of the other's existence. The Jury did not deliberate long. They brought in a verdict for BROWZER, damages L500, and costs. The advertisement, the publicity, caused _Wilton's Wooing_ to be eagerly asked for. BROWZER'S book went into ten editions, and a large issue, at six shillings. Next year BROWZER'S publishers proved that he owed them L37 14s. 6d. This was disappointing, and even inexplicable, but BROWZER'S fortune was made, and now he is much lauded by all the reviewers. The Foreman of the Jury is my grocer, and I ventured, in the confidence of private life, to question the justice of the verdict. "Well," he said, "you see it comes to _this_: where is this to stop? Mr. BROWZER, he sells novels; I sell groceries." "Excellent of their kind!" I interrupted. "Well, I try to give satisfaction; and so does Mr. BROWZER. If that young Mr. SMITH writes to the papers that my sugars are not original, that I plagiarise them from a sand-bunker, or that my teas are not good Chinese,--like Mr. BROWZER'S French, which is what is usual in the Trade,--why, then, he interferes with my business. I bring my action, and hope to win it; and so, as a tradesman, I feel that Mr. BROWZER was wronged." There was no reply to these arguments, but I pity the Reviewers. * * * * * [Illustration] TO MAUD.--A BIRTHDAY ROUNDEL. An empty purse! It's true we often say This weary world of ours knows nothing worse, And yet I send you, on this festive day, An empty purse. Do not consign to an untimely hearse The friend who treats you in this heartless way. Don't let your pretty lips invoke a curse, But let me wish you happiness, and may You guess the reason from this little verse Why at your feet to-day I humbly lay An empty purse. * * * * * [Illustration] OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.