text:  And those respectable nether-garments had they not always been dismissed from service the moment he re-entered his own dusty apartment? Had they not been religiously preserved from all abrasion of the surface whether from cane-bottomed chair or that under portion of the library table which to students who cross their legs is found to be so peculiarly pernicious to the nap of cloth? What _could_ have made them worse for wear? Would a thoughtless world confound the influence of the all-embracing atmosphere with the wear and tear proper to cloth habiliments? And then his linen--would a careless public refuse to take notice that not a single button was missing from the shirt which in general had but one solitary button remaining--just one at the neck probably fastened by his own hand? Above all was it not noticeable that he was not to-day under the necessity of hiding one hand behind him under the lappets of his coat and slipping the other down his half-open umbrella to conceal the dilapidated gloves but could display both hands with perfect candour to public scrutiny? Were all these singular merits to pass unacknowledged to be seen by no one or seen only by himself? It was an excellent wish of Burns'-- "Oh would some power the giftie gie us To see ourselves as others see us!" But it would be a still more convenient thing if some power would give the rest of the world the faculty of seeing us as we see ourselves