Farewell for a space. I may have to write to you again. Yours, DIOGENES ROBINSON. * * * * * "USED UP."--Lord BRASSEY requested several papers last week to publish his denial as to having the finest collection of stamps in the world. His Lordship, it appears, "doesn't take the smallest interest in foreign stamps." Fortunate for Lord BRASSEY. There are some excellent people who can't get up any interest, or capital either, at all without a stamp of some sort. Lord BRASSEY wished it further known, that he was not a collector of curios, and had no curiosity of any kind. Lord BRASSEY must be a later edition of _L'Homme Blase_, to whom the world was round like an indiarubber-ball and "nothing in it." * * * * * "IN NUBIBUS."--If the new Sky-signs with which we are threatened, _viz._, advertisements reflected in the clouds, become the fashion, the aspect of the heavens by daylight will be as delightful and artistic as are the walls of our hoardings and Railway-stations. The anthem of "_The Heavens are Telling_" will have to be adapted for large towns. Perhaps pictures may be projected on the nebulous back-ground. If so, some of our best Artists may not object to taking a good sum, and then having their work "Sky'd." * * * * * PHANTASMA-GORE-IA! _PICTURING THE VARIOUS MODES OF MELODRAMATIC MURDER_. (_BY OUR "OFF-HIS"-HEAD POET_.) NO. I.--THE DAGGER MURDER. [Illustration] They stand alone on the moonlit spot,-- Sing Ho--ho! and Ha--ha! there! One is the villain, and one is not, But the heroine's father. They stand alone on the patch of light (Which comes from the left as well as right)-- Oh, 'tis a glorious place and night For a Murder Scene! Rather! They talk of deeds (of the parchment kind)-- Sing Ha--ha! and Ho-ho! there! The heavy father, to reason blind, Has them with him to show there! The deeds relate to the old man's will; The villain wants them to pay a bill! The night is cold, and the night is still Let the music be slow there! They stand alone in the pale-green light-- Sing Hey--hey! and he--he! there! What is this flashing so keen and bright? What is this that I see there? Oh! deed of darkness in light descried! Oh! villain thrice damn'd that blade to hide, Right 'tween the arm on _the farther_ side-- Certain death when it be there! They're still alone on the moonlit spot-- Sing He--he! and Hey--hey! there! Though one is Standing,[1] and one is not, For _one's_ cold as the clay there! The villain covers the dead man's stare-- The corpse lies stiff in the limelight's glare! The act is done!--and for all I care, The dead body can stay there! [Footnote 1: HERBERT.] * * * * * TO MY LUGGAGE-LABELS.