small hours, the endurance of the most indulgent and enduring of matrons is apt to get exhausted, and she carries off her brood, determined, like everybody else, not to be the last to go. In the tea-room she will get a strengthening draught of some clear soup or other in a tea-cup, and meanwhile John Thomas will have called the carriage to the door. Next morning the _Morning Post_ will serve up to its (mostly lady) readers a full list of the names of those who were at last night's balls, under the head of "Fashionable Entertainments." The _Post_ is the one daily paper that systematically goes in for this kind of news, publishing every day during the season a long list of coming fixtures, as well as catalogues of the guests attending them. And I fear it must be owned that there are people not a few who take delight in having their parties and appearances chronicled in this small-beer manner, and that there are several grains of truth contained in the good-humoredly sarcastic lines in which that clever rhymer "C.S.C," parodying the _Proverbial Philosophy_ of Mr. Tupper, gives worldly advice to young ladies entering society. Says "C.S.C.": Choose judiciously thy friends, for to discard them is undesirable; Yet it is better to drop thy friends, O my daughter, than to drop thy H's. Dost thou know a wise woman? yea, wiser than the children of light? Hath she a position? and a title? _and are her parties in the Morning Post_? If thou dost, cleave unto her, and give up unto her thy body and mind; Think with her ideas, and distribute thy smiles at her bidding: So shalt thou become like unto her, and thy manners shall be "formed:" And thy name shall be a sesame at which the doors of the great shall fly open: Thou, shalt know every peer, his arms, and the date of his creation, His pedigree and their intermarriages, and cousins to the sixth remove; Thou shalt kiss the hand of royalty, and lo! in next morning's papers, Side by side with rumors of wars and stories of shipwrecks and sieges, Shall appear thy name, and the minutiae of thy headdress and petticoat, For an enraptured public to muse upon over their matutinal muffin.