can easily be pointed out from the gallery at the head of the
five hundred, between those shining leaders and parliamentarians, the
Honourables Brush Bascom and Jake Botcher.

For Mr. Crewe has not come to the Legislature, like the country members
in the rear, to acquire a smattering of parliamentary procedure by
the day the Speaker is presented with a gold watch, at the end of the
session. Not he! Not the practical business man, the member of boards,
the chairman and president of societies. He has studied the Rules of
the House and parliamentary law, you may be sure. Genius does not
come unprepared, and is rarely caught napping. After the Legislature
adjourned that week the following telegram was sent over the wires:--

Augustus P. Flint, New York.

Kindly use your influence with Doby to secure my committee
appointments. Important as per my conversation with you.

Humphrey Crewe.

Nor was Mr. Crewe idle from Saturday to Monday night, when the
committees were to be announced. He sent to the State Tribune office
for fifty copies of that valuable paper, which contained a
two-column-and-a-half article on Mr. Crewe as a legislator and financier
and citizen, with a summary of his bills and an argument as to how the
State would benefit by their adoption; an accurate list of Mr. Crewe's
societies was inserted, and an account of his life's history, and of
those ancestors of his who had been born or lived within the State.
Indeed, the accuracy of this article as a whole did great credit to the
editor of the State Tribune, who must have spent a tremendous amount of
painstaking research upon it; and the article was so good that Mr. Crewe
regretted (undoubtedly for the editor's sake) that a request could not
be appended to it such as is used upon marriage and funeral notices:
"New York, Boston, and Philadelphia papers please copy."

Mr. Crewe thought it his duty to remedy as much as possible the
unfortunate limited circulation of the article, and he spent as much
as a whole day making out a list of friends and acquaintances whom
he thought worthy to receive a copy of the Tribune--marked personal.
Victoria Flint got one, and read it to her father at the breakfast
table. (Mr. Flint did not open his.) Austen Vane wondered why any man
in his obscure and helpless position should have been honoured, but
honoured he was. He sent his to Victoria, too, and was surprised to find
that she knew his handwr