"'The Country of Cockaigne' has caused such a pressure of work here, that I am afraid the ordinary duties of gratitude have been long delayed. May I say that we, and here I speak for the London children, are very grateful indeed. "It was scarcely eleven o'clock last Wednesday when a man came in with £1 to send JIMMY and FLORRIE away, and there were several more on the same errand at lunch time. Since the article appeared we have received £1,334 11_s._ 6_d._--of this over £500 has been sent with special mention of _Punch_, and considerably more than this is undoubtedly due to it.... One father, speeding away to Switzerland with his family, read _Punch_ in the train, and scribbled a note in pencil that he wanted to help before going on his holiday, and wrote a cheque for £7--at Dover station." Then the writer says that many of the contributors to the Fund wanted to know whether JIMMY and FLORRIE were real children, and concludes with an expression of "heartiest thanks to all concerned." Of course, JIMMY and FLORRIE are children of the brain, but they are none the less real on that account. They are types of thousands. A correspondent suggests that the article is calculated to do so much good that it should be reprinted. This would be impracticable. However, it is possible to repeat "the Moral"; and this being so, we give it:-- "The offices of the Children's Country Holidays Fund are at 10, Buckingham Street, Strand, and contributions should be made payable to the Hon. Treasurer." * * * * * HUMPTY-DUMPTY'S SONG. (_Adapted from "Through the Looking-glass" to the Political Situation_) _Humpty-Dumpty_ Diplomacy. _Alice_ Public Opinion. ["The SULTAN, it seems, has not yet taken to heart the solemn warning addressed to him by Lord SALISBURY, and approved by the leaders of the Opposition.... The SULTAN alone turns a deaf ear to the friendly counsel which it is so _greatly to his interest to accept_."--_The Times._] "The piece I am going to repeat," said HUMPTY-DUMPTY to ALICE, "was written entirely for your amusement. It goes thus"-- I sent a letter to the Turk, Bidding him stay his horrid work. The Turk delayed two months or three, Then sent an answer back to me. The Turk's belated answer was, "I cannot do it, Sir, _because_----" I sent to him again to say, "It is your interest to obey." He answered, with a sleepy grin, "Why, what a hurry you are in!" I urged him twice, I urged him thrice. He would not listen to advice. I took a rod, 'twas large and new, Fit for the work I had to do. Namely, that lazy Turk to tickle; And then I put that rod in pickle. The Turk he wrote to me and said, "My agents are asleep in bed." I wrote to him, I wrote it plain, "Then you must wake them up again!" I wrote it very large and clear; I had it shouted in his ear.