We read with very great interest the official and authentic information circulated by the Wolff Agency with regard to the status of the Austrian _Landsturm_. From this we learn that "on account of its gallant conduct" (attended apparently by disastrous results) the Emperor FRANCIS JOSEPH has granted it permission to serve outside Austria. This is a gracious concession which will no doubt be very highly appreciated by the _Landsturm_; but one trifling difficulty seems to stand in the way. To be frank, we do not quite see how they are going to get outside. At least it would be well for them to take steps before it is too late. Events have not facilitated the journey _via_ Lemburg, or that _via_ Sarajevo. We know it would be a cruel disappointment if they found themselves debarred from enjoying this exceptional boon. Perhaps they might try the emergency exit to Italy, where a warm reception would await them. Meanwhile the idea has been taken up by FRANCIS JOSEPH'S brother Emperor, who never likes to miss a good thing. We understand that he has granted to the German Fleet--on account of its gallant conduct in the Kiel Canal--permission to serve outside in the North Sea and also in the Solent. We need hardly add that the news has been received with the utmost geniality by the British Fleet. * * * * * Nasty Accident to Divine. "Cardinal Vanutelli, the doyen of the Papal Conclave, has had the misfortune to break his conclave."--_Liverpool Echo._ * * * * * Another Attack on the Press. "The Antwerp correspondent of the 'Telegraaf' states that yesterday, between Termonde and Ghent, German soldiers fired upon a train full of Reuter."--_Birmingham Daily Post._ * * * * * From a poster:-- "WHAT WE HAVE TO OFFER ITALY. _The Globe._" This is, of course, a rhetorical exaggeration. Actually it would be a small piece of Austria. * * * * * The Confession. From a letter in _The Globe_ on the liberty allowed to German prisoners:-- "With Portland and Weymouth almost within artillery range the thing seems monstrous. Who is responsible?--I am, &c., MIDDLE TEMPLAR." Then we hope Middle Templar is ashamed of himself. * * * * * TO LIMEHOUSE. Eastward the buzzing tram-car dips Adown Commercial Road, Till you may see the masts of ships, With all their canvas stowed, Stand o'er the house-tops, high Against blue sky; And thus Romance doth stray, Mid work-a-day. O drabbest of all penny fares! Yet may you catch a glimpse Of little dusty courts and squares Where little dusty imps Play by the plane-trees there, Squalid, un-fair-- If these a child or tree Could ever be.