_The Molly Monologues_ is the alluring title of a volume of sketches by Richard Turpin, shortly appearing with Pincher and Steel. Miss Loofah Windsor, who wrote _The Washpot_, a successful story of last summer, has just finished a new one of a humorous type, called _What--no Soap_? which the Dinwiddies will publish in a month or two. * * * * * "A few lucky corps actually had geese to pave the way for the Christmas pudding; they were quartered in some place where a whip round among the officers and a ride to the nearest town or village secured enough geese to feed a battalion." _Jersey Morning News_. Somehow we feel that this might have been more tactfully expressed. * * * * * "Mr. Dillon harangued the House for three-quarters of an hour on militarism, _The Daily Mail_, Suvla BaBy, and sundry other topics." _Daily Mail_. An extended report of his remarks on this interesting infant would have been welcome. * * * * * ON THE CARDS. To many people wholly free from superstition, except that, after spilling the salt, they are careful to throw a little over the left shoulder, and do not go out of their way to walk under ladders, and are not improved in appetite by sitting thirteen at table, and much prefer that may should not be brought into the house--to these people, otherwise so free from superstition, it would perhaps be surprising to know what great numbers of their fellow-creatures resort daily to such black arts as fortune-telling by the cards. Yet quite respectable, God-fearing, church-going old ladies, and probably old gentlemen too, treasure this practice, to say nothing of younger and therefore naturally more frivolous folk; and many make the consultation of the two and fifty oracles a morning habit. And particularly women. Those well-thumbed packs of cards that we know so well are not wholly dedicated to "Patience," I can assure you. All want to be told the same thing: what the day will bring forth. But each searcher into the dim and dangerous future has, of course, individual methods--some shuffling seven times and some ten, and so forth, and all intent upon placating the elfish goddess, Caprice. There is little Miss Banks, for example, but I must tell you about her.