The _P. M. Magazine_ goes in for discussion of Bi-metallism. Sir JOHN LUBBOCK writes about "The Case for Gold," and Mr. VICARY GIBBS, M.P., about "The Case for Silver." Considering the relative value of the metals, the case for gold ought to be out and away the stronger of the two, impregnable, and burglar-proof, so that it could be advertised thus: "It's no use having gold unless you have Sir JOHN LUBBOCK'S 'case for gold' to keep it in." * * * * * [Illustration: BEHEMOTH AND THE LION; OR, SPEARS AND QUILLS. _A Fable for Pseudo-Philanthropists._ _Philanthropist Press-Man._ "OH STOP, STOP, MISTER LION! WAIT A BIT! PERHAPS THE PRETTY CREATURE MEANS NO HARM!" _Leo (curtly)._ "_LOOK AT HIS TEETH!_"] [Mr. RIDER HAGGARD (writing to the _Times_) remarks that a considerable section of the English Press seems to be of opinion that LOBENGULA is an innocent and worthy savage, on whom a quarrel is being forced by the Chartered Company for its own mercenary ends. He suggests that the appearance of an armed Matabele impi in Mayfair might alter their views.] "Behemoth is big and black, and monstrous-mouthed and toothfull, But to say he is carnivorous were cruelly untruthful!" So quoth the Querulous Quillman, or Pen-armed Philanthropist, Whose intellect seems ever in a sentimental mist. Now Leo, little given to read books on Natural History, Was watchful of Dame Nature's _facts_. "It seems to me a mystery My querulous Press Porcupine," observed the wary Lion, "That what you've set your heart on, you can never keep clear eye on. _Look at his teeth!_" "Oh, nonsense!" cried the Querulous Quillman, quoting From a book on Big Mammalia, to which he'd been devoting All his odd moments recently. "Those tusks may look terrific, But the monster's graminivorous, and pleasant, and pacific. They're solely meant for cutting grass! Huge uppers and big lowers, Though threatening as ripping-saws, are harmless as lawn-mowers. As weapons of offence they're seldom used, so here 'tis stated, 'Unless the creature's wounded sore, or greatly irritated.' He is innocent and worthy, this Titanic-jawed Colossus. Those gleaming tusks won't 'chump' you, he won't trample us, or toss us, Unless we interfere with him. He likes to stand there grinning, With those terrible incisors, in a way which mayn't be winning, Still, _'tis but his style of smiling_, and it's not his fault, poor fellow! If his maw's a crimson cavern, and his tusks are huge and yellow."