M AT SEA.

A Storm in the Tropics--The Lone Ship--The Man at the Wheel--How
he sang strange Songs--The Apparition--The drifting Bark.

CHAPTER VII.

IN WHICH THERE IS A MADMAN.

Mr. Flint sips _vino d'oro_--The Stranger--The Letter--Mr. Flint
Outwitted--Mr. Flint's Photograph--The Madman's Story--The Wrecked
Soul--How Mr. Flint is troubled by his Conscience, and dreams of a
Pair of Eyes.

CHAPTER VIII.

MR. FLINT IS PERFECTLY ASTONISHED, AND MORTIMER HAS A VISION.

The Light Heart--A Scene--The Sunny Heart--A Dream of Little
Bell--A Hint.

CHAPTER IX.

DAISY AND THE NECKLACE.

Our _petite_ Heroine--How she talked to the Poets--The Morocco
Case--Daisy's Eyes make Pictures--Tears, idle Tears!

CHAPTER X.

ST. AGNES' EVE.

The Old Year--St. Agnes--Keats' Poem--The Circlet of Pearls--A
Cloud--The Promise--Mrs. Snarle continues her Knitting.

CHAPTER XI.

MORTIMER HAS AN INTERVIEW WITH THE GREAT PUBLISHER, AND MR. FLINT
MAKES A DISCOVERY.

H. H. Hardwill, Publisher--Criminal Literature--Alliterative
Titles--Goldwood--Poor Authors--A Heaven for them in the
Perspective--Flint's Discovery, and the Horns of his Dilemma.

CHAPTER XII.

WHAT DAISY DID.

The Arrest--Doubt and Love--Daisy and the Necklace--The Search--The
Heart of Daisy Snarle.

CHAPTER XIII.

IN THE TOMBS.

The Author's Summer Residence--The Egyptian Prison--Without and
Within--A Picture--Sunshine in shadow--Joe Wilkes and his unique
Proposal--Gloomy Prospects--The Face at the Cell-window.

CHAPTER XIV.

A CLOUD WITH A SILVER LINING.

The Strange Visit--The Lawyer--Walters and Mr. Flint--The Clouds--A
Strip of Sunshine--Mortimer.

CHAPTER XV.

IMPORTANT DISCLOSURES.

A Picture--The Lawyer's Note--Mr. Hardwill once more--The Scene at the
Law Office--Mr. Flint _Hors du Combat_--Face to Face.

CHAPTER XVI.

THE OLD HOUSE BY THE SEA.

Clap-trap--John Flint--The Old House--Joe Wilkes--Strephon and
Chloe--Tim enjoying himself--Edward Walters and Little Bell--A Last
Word

EPILOGUE.

TO THE

UNFORTUNATE READER.

In this little Extravaganza, I have done just what I intended.

I have attempted to describe, in an auto-biographical sort of way, a
well-meaning, but somewhat vain young gentleman, who, having flirted
desperately with the Magazines, takes it into his silly head to write a
novel, all the chapters of which a