Years ago as a child I used to devour in that wonderful book _Good Words for the Young_, the _Lilliput Levee_ and _Lilliput Lyrics_ of the late William Brighty Rands: and among Rands' lyrics was one upon "The Girl that Garibaldi kissed." Of late years Rands has been coming to something like his own. His verses have been republished, and that excellent artist Mr. Charles Robinson has illustrated them. But I must tell Mr. Robinson that his portrait of the Girl that Garibaldi kissed does not in the least resemble her. I speak with knowledge--I the child who have lived to meet and know the child whom Garibaldi kissed and blessed as the sailors were weighing anchor to carry him out of this harbour and away from England. Wild horses shall not drag from me the name of that young person; because it happened--well, at an easily discoverable date--and she may not care for me to proclaim her age (as certainly she does not look it). "He bowed to my own daughter, And Polly is her name; She wore a shirt of slaughter, Of Garibaldi flame-- "Of course I mean of scarlet; But the girl he kissed--who knows?-- May be named Selina Charlotte, And dressed in yellow clothes!" But she isn't; and she wasn't; for she wore a scarlet pelisse as they handed her up the yacht's side, and the hero took her in his arms. "It would be a happy plan For everything that's human, If the pet of such a man Should grow to such a woman! "If she does as much in her way As he has done in his-- Turns bad things topsy-turvy, And sad things into bliss-- "O we shall not need a survey To find that little miss, Grown to a woman worthy Of Garibaldi's kiss!" Doggrel? Yes, doggrel no doubt! Let us pass on. In the early numbers of our _Cornish Magazine_ a host of contributors (some of them highly distinguished) discussed the question, 'How to develop Cornwall as a holiday resort.' 'How to bedevil it' was, I fear, our name in the editorial office for this correspondence. More and more as the debate went on I found myself out of sympathy with it, and more and more in sympathy with a lady who raised an indignant protest--