Writers' Pride

Dickens has told us of the keen emo tïon that overéame him on seeing in print his first "eflusion," as he styled it; which he had dropped stealthily oue evening at twilight, with f ear and trembling, into a dark letter box, in a dark office, up a dark court in Fleet street; and how, when it appeared nest rnorning, he went for half an hour into Westminster hall, "because niy eyes were so dirrrned with joy and pride that they couid not bear the street." Charles Mathews the eider describes the delight with which he gazed on the first proof of his translation of "The Princess of Cleves," which appeared by' inonthly üistallruents in The Lady's Magazine, as "boundless, " and how he fancied the eyes of Europe were upon him, and that the ladies who subscribed to thafc periódica: would unite in calling on the editor to insist on "C. M." deolaring hiinself. Pooï Haydon has left a vivid record of the fluster of elation with which he greeted the result of hishaving dropped a little compositioti into the letter box of The Exaniiner. "NevtT, " he writes, "shall I forget that Sunday morning. In oame the paper, wet and uncut ; in went the paper knife - cufc, cut, cut. Affecting not to be interested, I turned the pages open to dry, and to my certain iraiüortality beheld, with a delight not to be expressed, the flrst seutenct-. of my letter. I put down the paper, walked about the room, looked at Macbeth (a print on the wall), made the tea, buttered the toast, put in the sugar, with that inexpressible suppressed chuckle of delight which always attends a condescending relinquishment of an anticipated rapture till one is perfectly ready. Who has not feit this? Who has not doue