Early in 1881, he began a series of articles, entitled Sanctum Sketches, in Hubbard’s Advertiser, of New Haven, Connecticut. In this series of articles he produced the biographies of six or eight well known paragraphers. He is also a regular contributor to several weekly and monthly periodicals. Lukens is quite inclined to poetry, and at times jingles some very clever and witty rhymes. The following is from his pen: ESPRIT MALIN. What hideous yell assails my ear? Whose shuffling feet distract my nerves? Insatiate demon, nothing serves To clinch thy clutch! All day I hear, “More copy!” My brain’s a-whirl, my senses swim-- What cares the screeching imp for that? He’s got two words, so tonguey pat, He slits the air with vocal vim, “More copy!” A sapient smirk illumes his phiz-- He feels his power, and grinning grips, The ink-wet pages, scissored slips, And cabled specials; that’s his “biz”-- “More copy!” Intense disgust has hobbled hate, Else would I slay this vampire scorned. Though neither cloven-toed nor horned, His devilish yawpings ne’er abate-- “More copy!” ERRATICS. It is not so very painful to lose a fortune as it is to hear what your neighbors will say about it afterwards. When the prodigal son comes home they no longer kill the fatted calf for him. They just turn the animal into a vaccine farm and give him the profits. A new serial yarn by Besant and Rice is entitled, All Sorts and Conditions of Men. The plot is probably worked out in the caucus room of a delegates convention. “Man Reading,” a picture by Meissonier, has been sold for $10,000. It was cheap as dirt. The man reading was an editor with a contribution written on both sides of the paper, and spontaneously interlined besides. Our agricultural contemporary, the Herald, has a learned and highly interesting article on “Our Codfish Culture.” We trust it may be followed by another, equally able, on “Our Goat Fisheries.” Both are subjects of intense and universal concern. WILLIAM A. WILKINS. A country newspaper rarely makes its mark in the journalistic world, and especially a paper printed in such an obscure village as is Whitehall, New York. The Whitehall Times, however, is one of the few exceptions, and, although a country newspaper, has been quoted in every paper of any note in the land.