ct that the picture in the aforesaid Philadelphia paper was intended
for a caricature--or, as the cant phrase goes, a cartoon--its intent
being to cast gentle ridicule on the policies of the man Bryan. I have,
therefore, addressed a supplementary line to the artist, complimenting
and commending him in the highest terms. FIBBLE.

_PART THREE_

_Being a Series of Extracts Culled from the Diary of Dr. Fibble._

_Lover's Leap_

APRIL THE THIRD.--Good morning, Friend Quarto! The foregoing line, which
I have but this moment inscribed in a fair hand upon the first ruled
page immediately succeeding the flyleaf of this neat russet-clad volume,
marks the beginning of a new and--what I trust me shall prove--a
congenial enterprise. This, therefore, is in the nature of a dedication,
none the less significant because privately conducted. I am to-day
inaugurating a diary or, as some would say, a journal of my daily life.

For long I have contemplated such an undertaking, but in the press of
other matters delayed making a start, as so often one will.
Procrastination--ah, what a graceless rogue are you! But upon the eve
of yesterday, shortly before evensong, as I was passing adown the main
street of this quaint and quiet village of Lover's Leap, situate in the
western part of the state of New Jersey, I chanced to pause before the
shop of the Messrs. Bumpass Brothers, a merchandising establishment for
the purveying of stationery, sweetmeats, souvenirs and such like
commodities and much in favour among the student body of our beloved
Fernbridge Seminary for Young Ladies. In the show window, displayed in
company with other articles of varied character and description, I
beheld this book, which seemed so exactly suited and devised to my
purposes. Without delay, therefore, I entered in and from Mr. Selim
Bumpass, the younger member of this firm of tradeworthy tradesmen, I
procured it at a cost of ninety cents, and here and now I devote you,
little bookling, to your future usages.

I count this an auspicious occasion, ushering, as it does, into the
placid currents of my existence what at once shall be a new pleasure and
a new duty. Nightly when the toils of the hour are done and darkness
has drawn her curtains about the world I, seated in the cloistered
seclusion of my rooms, shall enter herein a more or less complete
summary of the principal events of the day that is done.

When this volume is quite filled up I