_Grab._ No!—the gold is all going to England, and the California steamer brings very little. _Editor._ Oh!—but there’s “4,000,000 in the hands of passengers!” _Grab._ Ah!—_that_ makes a difference—2 per cent. a month is the rate on this! “Can such things be—and overcome us?” asks an astounded country editor. Yes, brother—but such things don’t come over Graham. * * * * * Love Letters.—A perfect shower of perfumed billets, with the odor of violets and roses fresh upon them, has fallen upon us since our last; and we can almost fancy the sunny faces of the fair writers in all their witchery before us. Well, Graham _is_ a happy rascal: he labors from early morn to dewy _Eve_—ah, now the charm’s dispelled—if she had never tasted the forbidden fruit we should have been in Paradise with all these beautiful girls, and instead of reading their delicious love-letters on this spring morning, we should have been crowning their fair brows with flowers, and talking—talking!—singing Love’s own music to them, under “the greenwood tree.” We are mad about it. * * * * * The editor of the Evening Bulletin, who confesses to the writing of his editorials up in the fourth story—in a dingy apartment, insufferably close, recently closed a long editorial upon summer-houses, walks in shady lanes, and roses, with the cry “a-lass—a-lass!” Considering that the man is married, he ought to be ashamed of himself. * * * * * _Did_ anybody ever write a piece of bad poetry, without sending it to some unfortunate editor, with the _story_, that “numerous friends urged the publication—some of them critics, too—or the writer would never have thought of it?” An answer is requested. * * * * * A Certain Rule.—The man who pays for his paper, never grumbles about it. It is your fellow who never pays, and who is afraid the editor will stop it, who is your loud critic. Borrowers, though—_they_ are the boys. “Neighbor Jenkins, why don’t you make the editor say something about the next President? If _I took_ his paper—I’d _stop it_.” * * * * * “THE SOLITARY HORSEMAN.” [Illustration] This cut was not “designed” expressly for Graham, or we should mention it, but it is designed to illustrate the “_dodge_” by which our traveling agents are eluded by parties who have received Graham on trust. The trials, tribulations, and rude encounters of our traveling agents, induce us to say: _Don’t wait any longer_, but mail the money you owe us—have the letter registered—and, above all, SENT TO US AT ONCE. We send bills in this number to those who ought to _foot_ them, to enable us to maintain the present superior style of Graham, and we hope that none will be so poor as to fail to reverence our claim. Come—we give you a good book for the money!