but how frequently we see it in men, generally those who have very
little brain and often in those whom the world calls self-made-men. Now
there is nothing in the world so aggressive as the same self-made-man.
The air with which he moves along, as though upon him depended the
revolution of the world on its axis, and the safety and welfare of its
inhabitants. He never allows himself, nor others, to forget the fact
that he is self-made. The laborer, who, by dint of hard work and
economy, has succeeded in making a little money; with what eagerness he
tries to gain some petty office, and in a few years his daughters will
tell us that they "belong to the old families." How much old families
have got to answer for! It would sound refreshing in this age of
snobbery, to see some one who did not consider themselves "as belonging
to one of the old families." The male snob has developed within the past
year, into the dude. By a process of evolution, which Darwin undoubtedly
could have traced, we have him before us in all his beauty. To commence,
first, he must have a little money, with that he buys a tight fitting
suit of clothes, a diamond ring, a gold headed cane, a very small hat,
carries his arms akimbo, and in all the perfection of loveliness, he
stands out, a thing apart from the rest of humanity. Perhaps in two or
three centuries, the process of evolution taking place all the time,
something may be put into the small cranium, which will be called a
"brain," but it must evolute rapidly or the sun will have cooled, and
there will be another glacial period before that event takes place.

Then we have before us the man with three hundred dollars a year income,
who apes the manner of the gentleman of leisure.

And now again we have what may be called an intellectual snob; the man
who has a fair share of brain, but not sufficient to make a name for
himself, not enough to make himself distinguished in any way. So where