And the young man who edited the _Windmill_ at this time has told the story with so much sprightliness and vigor that I can not serve my reader a better turn than by clipping his account and pasting it just here in my manuscript.

(I shall also rest myself a little, and do a favor to the patient printer, who will rejoice to get a little "reprint copy" in place of my perplexing manuscript.) For where else shall I find such a dictionariful command of the hights and depths--to say nothing of the lengths and breadths--of the good old English tongue?
This young man must indeed have been a marvel of eloquent verbosity at that period of his career.

The article in question has the very flavor of the golden age of Indian contracts, corner-lots, six per cent a month, and mortgages with waiver clauses.

There, is also visible, I fear, a little of the prejudice which existed at that time in Perritaut against Metropolisville.
[Illustration: THE EDITOR OF "THE WINDMILL."] I wish that an obstinate scruple on the part of the printers and the limits of a duodecimo page did not forbid my reproducing here, in all their glory, the unique head-lines which precede the article in question.
Any pageant introduced by music is impressive, says Madame de Stael.

At least she says something of that sort, only it is in French, and I can not remember it exactly.