Space, he had little gilded stilts made, adjusted to the size
of each book, and placed

under the volumes, which they lifted to the proper height.
Little time can have been left over for the study of at least the stiffer works in that library, although there are
many notes which show

that he was in some sense a reader, and that
books served
the same purpose as events and personalities in leading
him up and down the byways of
what he always found
to be a curious and interesting world. But the immortal part of Pepys is undoubtedly his Diary. Among others of the innumerable curious interests which

this man cultivated was that of studying the secret ciphers which had been invented and used by literary people in the past. From his knowledge of these he was enabled to invent
a cipher of his own, or rather to adopt one which he altered
somewhat to serve
his uses. Having found this sufficiently secret code, he was now able to gratify his immense interest in himse lf and his inordinate personal vanity by writing

an intimate narrative of his own life. The Diary covers nine
and a half years in all, from January 1660 to May 1669. For nearly a century and a half it lay dead and silent,
until Rev. J. Smith, with infinite diligence and pains, discovered
the key to it, and