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	   Vanity and Honesty.
could find room.     We had Boweryem�s bewail-
ment or anger every morning, and Cahill�s semi-
objurgations.   At last Boweryem goes and asks
Dana whether his poem will appear and gets �I
think not,� in reply.     Then he is to the last degree
mortified and indignant, and vows, at least a score
of times that, the �Tribune� shall, in future, be 
obliged to copy his productions from other papers!   I
think the thing was good enough to have gone in, but
the little man evidently dreams that it might have
attained celebrity akin to �Scot�s wha hoe� &c.   Like
Putnam Smif, who wrote to Martin Chuzzlewit, he
�yearns for Fame; it is his aspiration and his
thirst.�   He talks sometimes about his hopes of
leaving a name to posterity; he said, this evening, that
he would be content to forfeit all those hopes (!) for
an opportunity of assassinating Louis Napoleon!  He
has on reticence whatever; will propose to recite his
poems, or sing a stave of some little �mellady,� which he
has �composed,� at the most inappropriate times.    He
will confide his tendresse for this or that girl
to Mrs. Boley, or an acquaintance of a weeks stand-
ing.    He reveals all his affairs, talks immeasurably
about himself; trumpets the snubbings his egotism
subjects him to.    Withal he is one of the kindliest
of little men, honest and honorable, officious