The Autobiography of a Flea

Born I was—but how, when, or where I cannot say; so I must leave the reader to accept the assertionper se, and believe it if he will. One thing is equally certain, the fact of my birth is not one atom less veracious than the reality of these memoirs, and if the intelligent student of, these pages wonders how it came to pass that one in my walk—or perhaps, I should have said jump—in life, became pos- sessed of the learning, observation and power of committing to memory the whole of the wonderful facts and disclosures I am about to relate