A lecturer who knows every inch of the country within a forty-mile radius of London will discourse at intervals on the respective merits of each popular district. A list of the principal residents in each will be available, together with a computation of the chances of a newcomer being called on by any ladies with a title. In order to make this department really efficient the intending new resident must of course give true particulars as to his or her social history. Districts where new residents who have been in trade, always excepting wine and the motor industry, are not called on, are carefully marked on a special Social map. TAXIS. A map of England, coloured to show where the tariff is 8_d._ a mile, 9_d._ a mile, 10_d._ a mile, and 1_s._ a mile, has been prepared. RAILWAYS. A careful examination of the railways out of London has been made, with full particulars as to the speed of their trains, punctuality, cleanliness, warmth, week-end tickets and so forth. Also hints for doing the company by old hands. Also character sketches of the station-masters at all likely stations. AEROPLANES. In order that accidents due to falling airmen may be guarded against, a map has been designed for sale in the hall, showing those parts of the country over which flights are most common. * * * * * OLD CHINA. Little Wun-lee's father, Nang-Poo, Let her do just what she wanted to do; Made her processions with peacocky banners In the most regal and lavish of manners. Little Wun-lee's father, Nang-Poo, Was a magician who lived at Foo-choo. Now if you possess a magician of cunning Nothing you want should be out of the running. Little Wun-lee had all sorts of things-- Fly-away carpets and vanishing-rings, Djinn as her footmen, and gem-spraying fountains, And lovely snow-leopards from ghost-haunted mountains. Little Wun-lee, combing her hair, Saw a blue butterfly float through the air-- Saw a blue butterfly flicker and settle On an azalea's rosy pink petal. Little Wun-lee said: "By the MINGS, _That_ for your fly-away carpets and rings! Peacocks and palanquins? Powers and dominions? I'll have a pair of blue butterfly's pinions!" "Little Wun-lee," answered Nang Poo, "That's the one trick no magician can do; Never did wizard of land, air or water Magic blue wings on a little white daughter." Little Wun-lee, dainty and dear, Cried for a day and a week and a year-- Cried till she died of a Thwarted Ambition, And nobody cared but Nang-Poo, the magician. Little Wun-lee, little Wun-lee, He buried her 'neath the azalea tree; And the burnished blue butterflies flicker and hover, And the rosy pink petals fall lightly above her. * * * * * A Bloodthirsty Critic. _The Nation_ on _Saint Augustin_, by LOUIS BERTRAND: