We have been gratified by the receipt of many tokens of interest and appreciation elicited by our paragraph last week, reporting the state of the household markets. One takes the form of a parcel of Russian tongues. "These," writes our esteemed Correspondent (we omit complimentary preface), "should before cooking be soaked for a week in cold water, and then boiled for a day." We are not disposed to spoil a ship for a ha'p'orth of tar, and shall improve upon these generous instructions. Having spent a week and a day in personally directing the preliminary process, we intend to grill the tongues for thirty-six hours, fry them for an afternoon, stew them for two days, hang them out of the window for five hours, and then bray them in a mortar. We fancy what is left will be worth eating. * * * * * RYMOND has been reading, with much interest, HENED's account of how he got the Influenza, and what he did with it. Apparently the first thing to do is, to "send for a thermometer," (as others would send for a Doctor), and take it to bed with you. "Evidently," HENED writes last week in _his_ journal, "when a person does not feel well, he should try his temperature, and, if it be abnormally high, he should go to bed, and stay there until it comes down."--"Of course," RYMOND observes, with rare lapse into cynicism, "when the bed comes down, he is bound to go." * * * * * MATRIMONY UP TO DATE. [The Defendant in a recent breach of promise case wrote to his intended, "When we are married you will have to sit with me when I am queer."] Dear Ladies, who contemplate marriage, And imagine you'll ride in a carriage, With a house of your own, and your servants to wait for you, I'm afraid there's a totally different fate for you. When the word has been said, and the honeymoon's over, And you're safely returned, say, from Folkestone or Dover, If you see your hub ailing, And painfully paling, And you wish to be off, and not linger about him, But enjoy to the full your new freedom without him, Remember, remember, From Jan. to December, You must tie yourselves down, and be constantly near With the pill-box and posset, And all that may cosset That bore of a husband, whenever he's queer. * * * * * CELA VA SANS DIRE.--In reply to the Salvationists' Solicitors, an opinion was given, signed by Sir CHARLES RUSSELL, with WIT. Why drag in WIT? When CHARLES RUSSELL's name appears, the wit is taken for granted. * * * * * THE TRAVELLING COMPANIONS. NO. XXIV.