to be generally ignored I don’t know, but in this respect it is a fellow-sufferer with Westgate-on-Sea, whose name is on no sign-post that ever I’ve seen in the Island of Thanet, though it may by this time figure on some recent maps.  The village of “Garlinge,” which is on the inland side of the L.C.&D. line, is to be found on every direction-post and on every map, and the fashionable Westgate is, so to speak, nowhere.  BARON DE BOOK-WORMS.

P.S.—­Just attempted to read RUDYARD KIPLING’s On Greenhow Hill, in this month’s Macmillan.  No doubt very clever, and will be greatly admired by Kiplingites, but, for me, time is too valuable and life too short to study and appreciate it.  I can’t even read it:  dommage, but I can’t.

In this month’s number of The Cabinet Portrait Gallery (CASSELL & CO.) there is one of the best photographs of JOHN MORLEY I ever remember to have seen.  Not easy to take:  this one is by DOWNEY.  No mistaking a photo by DOWNEY, and this one of JOHN MORLEY, the Nineteenth Century ST. JUST, has a thoroughly downy look about the face.  Those of Lady DUDLEY and Sir FREDERICK LEIGHTON are not up to the DOWNEY standard, specially Lady DUDLEY’s.

In the Fortnightly Mr. FRANK HARRIS has induced Mr. W.S.  LILLY to give us some personal reminiscences of Cardinal NEWMAN, together with some letters of the Cardinal’s to him.  Interesting, but too brief.  Oddly enough, a propos of “Reminiscences,” there is in this same Number a very amusing article by J.M.  BARRIE on the manufacturing of reminiscences.  Very droll idea.  “Read it,” says the Baron.

In the Contemporary Mr. WILFRID MEYNELL gives an interesting Memoir of the great Cardinal and his contemporaries, and Mr. RUDYARD KIPLING writes a tale entitled The Enlightenment of Mr. Padgett, M.P.—­of which more when I’ve read it. * * * I have read it.  It isn’t a story, so I was disappointed, and about as interesting to a story-seeker as The National Congress, of which it treats, to the majority of the Indian natives.  But the dialogue is instructive and amusing, and will enlighten many Padgetts.  B. DE B.-W.

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“UN PETTITT-HARRIS COMPLIMENT.”—­AUGUSTUS DRURIOLANUS and his colleague in the authorship of the new piece at the National Theatre are to be congratulated.  As might have been anticipated from the title, “there is money in it.”

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VOCES POPULI.

AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM.

IN THE SCULPTURE GALLERIES.

Sightseers discovered drifting languidly along in a state of depression, only tempered by the occasional exercise of the right of every free-born Briton to criticise whenever he fails to understand.  The general tone is that of faintly amused and patronising superiority.

[Illustration:  Refused Admittance.]

A Burly Sightseer, with a red face (inspecting group representing “Mithras Sacrificing a Bull").  H’m; that may be MITHRAS’s notion o’ making a clean job of it, but it ain’t mine!