It would be presumption for a writer of humble attainments to add anything to the splendid eulogy which Lord Rosebery has penned on the merits of The Diary of a Nobody. That the book has run through so many editions is proof conclusive the public have fully appreciated its delicate irony and subtle humour. But if it be a work of supererogation to dwell on the charm of the Diary itself, there is scope for discourse in the lives of its authors, George and Weedon Grossmith. Both have passed away, one but quite recently, leaving behind them a record of honourable work and distinguished achievement. Both found their ultimate art medium by a process of evolution - the elder through the Press entrance to the Bow Street Police Court, the other by way of the South Kensington Art Schools.