SIR GULLIVER STODGE, who on Sunday entered his sixtieth year, was sitting in the picturesque pagoda in his garden at Edgingham, the residential suburb of Brumchester, wherein he often works when the weather is fine. Contrariwise, when the weather is inclement, he prefers to exercise his mighty brain in the seclusion of his own sanctum. The day being somewhat chilly, Sir Gulliver wore a heavy “caped Munster” coat. But his cloth cap had been laid aside and revealed the noble proportions of his superb cerebellum in all their opulent immensity.