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READERS—my Feckless Nephew has made Quite an Extraordinary Offer to me of a Narrowly Focused Treatise on the Subject of Apes. He claims these to be Quite Valuable, yet I am Compelled to wonder, can the Words of a Dilettante be worth Any More than the Paper they are Printed Upon?

A CAT WILL SAY, “Lord! but I do tire of sleeping in This Place, I must rest from it and sleep Elsewhere,” and in this they are Utterly Correct.

TO MY CHERISHED READERS, I wish the Very Best of the Season. May your Hearths be Warm and your New Year Promising.

SUMMON FORTH THE STEW-POT AND THE SOUP-SPOON, for Autumn runs her Bronzing Fingers Across the Countryside and her Chill Breath is on the Air!

REJOICE, my Nephew is Half-Variolated and may Soon leave the Premises.

I AM A FELLOW OF SIMPLE JOYS: should I see a Gentleman in a Most Excellent Waistcoat, I spend the Next Fortnight in a Seething and Obsessive Envy Until Such Time as I have acquired its Likeness for Myself.

IT IS BEWILDERING INDEED when One considers that, at this Time Some Years Ago, it was Only the Year Prior to This. Yet I do believe that Day was Yesterday, no? Perhaps it will All be Clearer To-morrow, when the Clarity of a Surfeit hangs Heavy Over my Person.

AT LAST, for those who wished to know: All is Well, and What Danger there was, Wasn’t.