And the coal-scuttles, surely they are made in Lambeth, Manchester, and Liverpool? They were manufactured in those places for a while, when other branches of trade were lost to the country, but for a long time they have been imported from Constantinople. It may be assumed that the coals come from Newcastle? Certainly not, considering that they have only just been received from New York. Are the bread and butter, and the other ingredients of the tea-table, English? Oh dear no; the toast comes from Australia, the tea from Ceylon, the sugar from the South Pole, and the butter from Gibraltar. It really would appear that there is nothing English about the house; nothing save the rent and taxes, which of course are of home growth? You are correct in your supposition; however, in exchange for these conveniences from abroad, we have made a present to the foreigner of something once held very dear in this country. And what was that? Our trade. English trade has left England, probably permanently, for the Continent. * * * * * "PICTURES PROM 'PUNCH.'" ["Let me draw the People's pictures, and whosoever will may preach their sermons."--_Maxims of Punchius_.] "Pictures from _Punch_!" Good lack! How one's memories backward it carries. This artful collection of BRIGGSES, and TOMPKINSES, ROBERTS, and 'ARRIES! Forage of fifty years from Art--granaries fuller than Coptic! What first pleased our grandfather's eye may now brighten our grandchild's blue optic! Art that's humane never ages, and humour that's human's perennial. Turn to these pages and try! You'll perceive that impeccable TENNIEL Moved men to mirth in the Fifties that folks in the Nineties continue; Your midriff indeed must be numb if his Yeomanry Major won't win you; And such "Illustrations to Shakspeare," so finely drawn and so funnily, Might tickle Miss DELIA BACON, and knock sawdust out of "crank" DONNELLY. Why praise those plump, "pretty girls," with their cheeks round and rosy as peaches, And as full of fun as of beauty, well known to the world as JOHN LEECH'S? All the fan of the _Fair_! Still their arch eyes attractively flash on The British male creature, although he _may_ growl at the follies of Fashion. But e'en fashion cannot kill fun. If you'd enter the evergreen Smile-Lands, Turn over to page twenty-one and accompany BRIGGS to the Highlands! _Br-r-r-r_! There's a happy explosion in each individual picture! "Sport" such as BRIGGS'S escapes the most "humanitarian" stricture. KEANE--gentle CARLO! again! His braw feeshermen--even o' Sundays!-- Might soften a Scotch Sabbatarian. Even the grimmest of GRUNDIES _Must_ smile at his topers and tubthumpers, while, as for true English scenery, Where _is_ the magical touch that could so render gay breadths of greenery?