The Baron welcomes a comparatively "handy" volume ("handy" relative term, depending on size of hand) of reference, entitled, _Men and Women of the Time_, new edition, brought out by Messrs. GEORGE ROUTLEDGE, edited by Mr. PLARR of Oxford; and the _plat_ that is set before the public and the Baron appears to be a thoroughly satisfying one. "The first name for which I naturally looked," quoth the Baron, "was that of ROUTLEDGE himself, but searching from ROSSI, through Roumania, to ROWBOTHAM, nowhere did I light upon the name of ROUTLEDGE. Master MILLAIS is here, also MILLER, likewise MILLS; but I do not see the name of the author of the _'Arry Papers_, the inventor of 'ARRY in these columns, of immortal fame. "Name him!" In every other respect the compilers and publishers are to be congratulated, and do hereby stand congratulated, on their work by the ever-appreciative BARON DE B.-W. * * * * * THE TWO GRACES. ["There was something pathetic in seeing old W. G. and young W. G. at the wicket together. It is not often we see father and son together at the wicket in first-class cricket."--The _Star_ on the M. C. C. _v._ Kent match at Lords.] [Illustration: Tom Bowling.] AIR--"_The Two Obadiahs._" Says the old W. G. to the young W. G., "Pat your wicket, dear son WILLIAM, pat your wicket! In the pitch there are bad patches, that may lead to bowls or catches; And you're now in first-class cricket, first-class cricket. I've already topped my fame; _you_ have got to make your name. I should like to see us both make a 'century' this time!" Says the young W. G. to the old W. G., "'Twould be prime, Father WILLIAM, _'twould_ be prime!" Says the young W. G. to the old W. G., "How I wish that I could time and place like you! I should like to hear them clap me, but my gig-lamps handicap me; Still I'll do my little best to pile a few." Says the old W. G., "Run for all you're worth, like me! You must always 'play the game.' You must ever 'look alive.'" Groans the young W. G. to the old W. G., "Caught--for Five! Father WILLIAM, only Five!" Says the old W. G. to the young W. G., "Bother HEARNE, dear son WILLIAM, JONES and HEARNE! But don't _you_ get in a pucker! Caught and bowled for Fives's a mucker, But be patient, and you're sure to get your turn. _I_ am going to have a shy for another Cen-tu-ry. You must help me by-and-by to keep up the family name!" Says the young W. G. to the old W. G., "Right you are, dad! Wish you luck, and a good game!" * * * * *