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One wonders that fancy dress balls are not more popular in this grey age of ours.The childish instinct to "dress up," to "make believe," is with us all.We grow so tired of being always ourselves.A tea-table discussion, at which I once assisted, fell into this:- Would any one of us, when it came to the point, change with anybody else, the poor man with the millionaire, the governess with the princess--change not only outward circumstances and surroundings, but health and temperament, heart, brain, and soul; so that not one mental or physical particle of one's original self one would retain, save only memory? The general opinion was that we would not, but one lady maintained the affirmative.

"Oh no, you wouldn't really, dear," argued a friend; "you THINK you would.""Yes, I would," persisted the first lady; "I am tired of myself.

I'd even be you, for a change."

In my youth, the question chiefly important to me was--What sort of man shall I decide to be? At nineteen one asks oneself this question; at thirty-nine we say, "I wish Fate hadn't made me this sort of man."In those days I was a reader of much well-meant advice to young men, and I gathered that, whether I should become a Sir Lancelot, a Herr Teufelsdrockh, or an Iago was a matter for my own individual choice.

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turned to books.Byron was then still popular, and many of us made up our minds to be gloomy, saturnine young men, weary with the world, and prone to soliloquy.I determined to join them.

For a month I rarely smiled, or, when I did, it was with a weary, bitter smile, concealing a broken heart--at least that was the intention.Shallow-minded observers misunderstood.

"I know exactly how it feels," they would say, looking at me sympathetically, "I often have it myself.It's the sudden change in the weather, I think;" and they would press neat brandy upon me, and suggest ginger.

Again, it is distressing to the young man, busy burying his secret sorrow under a mound of silence, to be slapped on the back by commonplace people and asked--"Well, how's 'the hump' this morning?"and to hear his mood of dignified melancholy referred to, by those who should know better, as "the sulks."There are practical difficulties also in the way of him who would play the Byronic young gentleman.He must be supernaturally wicked--or rather must have been; only, alas! in the unliterary grammar of life, where the future tense stands first, and the past is formed, not from the indefinite, but from the present indicative, "to have been" is "to be"; and to be wicked on a small income is impossible.The ruin of even the simplest of maidens costs money.

In the Courts of Love one cannot sue in forma pauperis; nor would it be the Byronic method.

"To drown remembrance in the cup" sounds well, but then the "cup,"to be fitting, should be of some expensive brand.To drink deep of old Tokay or Asti is poetical; but when one's purse necessitates that the draught, if it is to be deep enough to drown anything, should be of thin beer at five-and-nine the four and a half gallon cask, or something similar in price, sin is robbed of its flavour.

Possibly also--let me think it--the conviction may have been within me that Vice, even at its daintiest, is but an ugly, sordid thing, repulsive in the sunlight; that though--as rags and dirt to art--it may afford picturesque material to Literature, it is an evil-smelling garment to the wearer; one that a good man, by reason of poverty of will, may come down to, but one to be avoided with all one's effort, discarded with returning mental prosperity.

Be this as it may, I grew weary of training for a saturnine young man; and, in the midst of my doubt, I chanced upon a book the hero of which was a debonnaire young buck, own cousin to Tom and Jerry.

He attended fights, both of cocks and men, flirted with actresses, wrenched off door-knockers, extinguished street lamps, played many a merry jest upon many an unappreciative night watch-man.For all the which he was much beloved by the women of the book.Why should not I flirt with actresses, put out street lamps, play pranks on policemen, and be beloved? London life was changed since the days of my hero, but much remained, and the heart of woman is eternal.

If no longer prizefighting was to be had, at least there were boxing competitions, so called, in dingy back parlours out Whitechapel way.

Though cockfighting was a lost sport, were there not damp cellars near the river where for twopence a gentleman might back mongrel terriers to kill rats against time, and feel himself indeed a sportsman? True, the atmosphere of reckless gaiety, always surrounding my hero, I missed myself from these scenes, finding in its place an atmosphere more suggestive of gin, stale tobacco, and nervous apprehension of the police; but the essentials must have been the same, and the next morning I could exclaim in the very words of my prototype--"Odds crickets, but I feel as though the devil himself were in my head.Peste take me for a fool."But in this direction likewise my fatal lack of means opposed me.

(It affords much food to the philosophic mind, this influence of income upon character.) Even fifth-rate "boxing competitions,"organized by "friendly leads," and ratting contests in Rotherhithe slums, become expensive, when you happen to be the only gentleman present possessed of a collar, and are expected to do the honours of your class in dog's-nose.True, climbing lamp-posts and putting out the gas is fairly cheap, providing always you are not caught in the act, but as a recreation it lacks variety.Nor is the modern London lamp-post adapted to sport.Anything more difficult to grip--anything with less "give" in it--I have rarely clasped.The disgraceful amount of dirt allowed to accumulate upon it is another drawback from the climber's point of view.By the time you have swarmed up your third post a positive distaste for "gaiety" steals over you.Your desire is towards arnica and a bath.

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