We are in a position to give an emphatic contradiction to the rumour, put forward with much assurance, that the King of SPAIN has entered upon negotiations of a matrimonial character with reference to the grand-niece of the Crown Prince of ROUMANIA.  No one familiar with His Majesty’s views on the Triple Alliance, and his openly-expressed opinion with respect to the occupation of Egypt, could for one moment give credence to a report so intrinsically absurd.

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RYMUND has been imposed upon by one of his young men.  Our friend, whose susceptibility to the wiles of impostors, though an amiable weakness, somewhat militates against his perfect success in life, has printed a paragraph announcing that the QUEEN will leave Balmoral on Friday the 20th inst. at half-past two in the afternoon, Her MAJESTY reaching Windsor at nine o’clock on Saturday morning. It is twenty-five minutes to three when the Royal train will start, and Windsor will not be reached till five minutes after the hour mentioned by RYMUND.  It is crass inaccuracies like these that lower the weekly press in the estimation of an observant public.

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HENED has been at it again.  Two months ago we published the intelligence that the Princess FREDERICA of Hanover would pass the winter months at Biarritz, a well-known watering-place almost on the border-land between Spain and France.  This news was received with gratifying tokens of interest at every Court of Europe, and has been noted in innumerable communications passing privately between high personages.  Then HENED comes upon the scene, and pompously makes an identical announcement as a piece of news!  Far be it from us to take advantage of infirmity imposed upon a man by the idiocy of his godfathers and godmothers at his baptism.  But we are compelled to ask, What can be expected from a man named HENED?

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Sir HENRY WOLFF still lingers in town, Bucharest, in the meantime, having to get along as best it may without a British Minister.  In private circles likely to be well-informed, the delay is understood to arise directly out of the fact that Lord RANDOLPH CHURCHILL is now “beyond the reach of regular postal arrangements.”

“I wrote to tell GRANDOLPH about ARTHUR BALFOUR stepping into his old shoes as Leader of the House of Commons,” says WOLFFY, showing his white teeth; “and, begad, I shall not leave Pall Mall till I hear what he says on the subject.”

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What is this scandal we hear about the THINGUMMIES?  The family are naturally reticent on the subject, but WHOSETHIS has furnished us with some particulars which we believe may be relied on.  On Wednesday afternoon, at five minutes to three (as nearly as we can fix the time), Mrs. THINGUMMY was walking down Bond Street, when, just as she reached the point where, as the Directory says, “Here is Bruton Street,” who should pass her but WHATSHISNAME.  THINGUMMY, who, by a strange chance, happened to be passing in a Hansom cab, was a witness to the rencontre, and following up the clue, came upon particulars which WHATDYECALLIT informs us is likely to make a stir.  Mr. GEORGE LEWIS, being a friend of all parties concerned, will not accept a retainer from either side.