A Young Man Goes Skipping And Bounding Along A Street In The Capital. His Movements Are Gay And Alert; There Is A Sparkle In His Eyes, A Smirk On His Lips, A Pleasing Flush On His Beaming Face.... He Is All Contentment And Delight. What Has Happened To Him? Has He Come In For A Legacy? Has He Been Promoted? Is He Hastening To Meet His Beloved? Or Is It Simply He Has Had A Good Breakfast, And The Sense Of Health, The Sense Of Well-Fed Prosperity, Is At Work In All His Limbs? Surely They Have Not Put On His Neck Thy Lovely, Eight-Pointed Cross, O Polish King, Stanislas? No. He Has Hatched A Scandal Against A Friend, Has Sedulously Sown It Abroad, Has Heard It, This Same Slander, From The Lips Of Another Friend, And - Has Himself Believed It! Oh, How Contented! How Kind Indeed At This Minute Is This Amiable, Promising Young Man! February 1878.