Winchester (Tenn.) Independent of the 16th January, comes to us with its head all topsy turvy, as if the editor had been on a batter. _Wigg’s_ is the publisher, and of course has a right to ship his scalp occasionally—but we don’t believe that the name of his town is spelt as follows: [Illustration: image of the word “Winchester” with the “inc” group of letters flipped backwards and upside down] though an _independent_ fellow, in this free country, may take a spell in that way, if he likes. * * * * * The Essex Freeman is a good paper, but has in its advertising columns some “shocking bad” wood-cuts. The editor says “American wood-engravings are apt to be bad,” but admits an exception in favor of Devereux’s fine pictures in our February number. Porter and Streeter are funny dogs, but can’t _take_ a joke. Wonder what _ails_ Porter! * * * * * The Central New Yorker, came to us with a new year’s address with the “pictur” of the _editor_ at the head. He is a _rising_ man—but he had better let the girls alone. The following appears in the _address_: THE BLOOMER COSTUME. Bloomer Costumes rule the day, Ladies wear the new apparel, Corsets now are thrown away, Hour-glass changes to a barrel. Ladies now may street yarn spin, As they have to take less stitches, Now they put their fair forms in Sack coats and big Turkey breeches. We hope Mr. Editor Rising has no allusion, in this, to Graham’s Christmas Turkeys—that would be a breach of decorum. * * * * * The Knickerbocker.—Our _old_ friend Clark, the very prince of genial natures and royal good fellows, disdains to talk any longer, solely, to the dull and heavy folks of “Upper Tendom;” so, showing no quarters, he comes down to “a quarter,” and pitches his tent in the field of the many—throwing his banner to the gale, without getting upon one himself. If Clark does not print and _sell_ 50,000 copies “the fools are _not_ all dead,” but maintain a very decided majority among the “peoples.” If any body wishes “Old Knick” and young Graham together, they can accomplish their benevolent desire by sending us $5. “The Old Gentleman” and the Young ’un are celebrities of “this enlightened nineteenth century,” and cannot be _had_ for less. * * * * * “The Old Colony Memorial,” published at Plymouth, Mass., says Graham for February, was “the best looking number of this popular monthly we have ever seen. Of the literary contents we can speak highly.” Its editor, who does not like fun of any kind, has the following satisfactory Conundrum.—Why is Church-membership like Charity? Guess once all round. Answer next week. * * * * *