With these preliminary introductions, the Public must be perforce contented for the present. I hope, however, on future occasions, to be permitted to give some further idea of the work we are doing, and more especially of the manner in which it is performed--though the ruthless compression to which, as I have hinted above, I have reason to believe my notes will be subjected, may deprive them of much of their interest and value. * * * * * SO SEASONABLE, YOU KNOW. SIR,--I read a letter in the _St. James's Gazette_, signed "PAGE HOPPS." The gentleman stood for somewhere, and may be standing still, were such a contradiction in terms between "standing still" and "Hopps" reconcileable. Is he an Irreconcileable? I am no politician, and don't want to be, specially just now. But such a name as "PAGE HOPPS" must stand for something, and what struck me as a sort of Christmassy idea was, what a cheery, suggestive name "PAGE HOPPS" really is! What a picture it conjures up of a true old-fashioned Christmas jollification, where all distinctions are obliterated, the Masses join with the Classes, and the Misses go with the Kisses, under the sprig of mistletoe. "PAGE HOPPS!" What a delightful household! Page hops, Butler skips, Footman jumps, Cook capers, Housemaid dances, Scullerymaid slides, while Master plays the violin, And Missus the guitar. We are a merry family, We are! We are! We are!! I drink his health, the health of P. HOPPS, Hop! Hop! Hooray! in beer, of course. This comes hopping you're well. Yours ever, _Spring Bank, Out of Bounds._ A. HOPPIDAN. * * * * * To the Unemployed. "Remember Mitchelstown!" And do not join a mob. But if you do, you're likely to Get "one" upon your nob. If not to get knocked down, And squelched, you greatly care, Remember, then, both Mitchelstown, And eke Trafalgar Square! * * * * * _Sports and Anecdotes of Bygone Days._ By C. T. S. B. REYNARDSON. Without four initials Reynard's son ought to know by this time as much about sport as sly old Reynard himself. Illustrated, too, in colours, but not with his own brush. * * * * * The Powers that Be. Against "One Man Power," the cry is now raised, By moralists noted for meekness. Perchance the new protest were more to be praised, If directed against "one man weakness." The partisan man is so given to glower, At his bigger, or luckier, brother man, One fears that this railing against "one-man power," Means craving the power for--_another_ man. CHIEF ITEM IN A GLADSTONIAN MENU.--"A Chop and Chips." A PERFECT PANDEMONIUM.--Demon-stration in Trafalgar Square. * * * * * [Illustration: THE "PONDS ASINORUM" AGAIN!