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He would have had to admit that the words `` High though his titles , proud his name , boundless his wealth as wish can claim '' did not apply to Jimmy Crocker . The latter may have been `` concentred all on self , '' but his wealth consisted of one hundred and thirty-three dollars and forty cents and his name was so far from being proud that the mere sight of it in the files of the New York _ Sunday Chronicle _ , the record-room of which he had just been visiting , had made him consider the fact that he had changed it to Bayliss the most sensible act of his career . The reason for Jimmy 's lack of enthusiasm as he surveyed the portion of his native land visible from his doorway is not far to seek . The _ Atlantic _ had docked on Saturday night , and Jimmy , having driven to an excellent hotel and engaged an expensive room therein , had left instructions at the desk that breakfast should be served to him at ten o'clock and with it the Sunday issue of the _ Chronicle _ . Five years had passed since he had seen the dear old rag for which he had reported so many fires , murders , street-accidents , and weddings : and he looked forward to its perusal as a formal taking _ seisin _ of his long-neglected country . Nothing could be more fitting and symbolic than that the first morning of his return to America should find him propped up in bed reading the good old _ Chronicle _ . Among his final meditations as he dropped off to sleep was a gentle speculation as to who was City editor now and whether the comic supplement was still featuring the sprightly adventures of the Doughnut family .