Desire Of Flattery

All ailiers expcct to be ilaitered, and very )itil( fluttery do you bestow. Perversüly, you won't even seeyour own Ukeness. 'IV ke, fo instnncc. ïhe following scène, wliich I hd rom a miniamre pninter:- A man u.pwanls of forty years of age, had been sitiing to him, one.of as linie pretensions as you can well imagine, you wouid havo thought it mpossible tlint he could linve had nn homoepathicproportion. of vanity, ot .personal vaniiy at least; but t turned ont otherwise. IJe wis described as a greasy billions man, with a pocuüarly convcnücal aspect, thnt 13, one that el lects an union of gravity and love. 'Well sir.' saiiï the painter, 'ihnt will do,I think I have bec-n fortúnate in your ükeness.' The man looks at it, and says nothing. putsen an cxpressmn of disnppointment. What, don'i you like it sir?' saysthc arnst. fVhy, yy-ee-s it is li-i-ke, but '.' 'But what, sir7 I think it exactly like.- I wish you would teil me where t: is not like?' And here my friend the painter, declarod, that he put on a most detestably affectod grin of amiability. 'Well, sir, upon my word, I don't see r.ny f'auh at all; it seems to meas liko as tcan be; I wish you'd be so good to teil me what you mean.' 'Öh, sir, I'd rather you should fiad it out yourself. look again.' 'I cant seo any diffference, sir: so if yon don't teil m, it can't bfe altered.'[ ' - I I - Weil, ihen, wiih reluctance, if I must teil "you, I don't think you huvc given my siccet ex