_C. S. P-rn-ll._ Change my name and address next year, call myself B-CKLE of the _Times._ _Mr. Ch-mb-rl-n._ Retire from "Fisheries'" as gracefully and as soon as possible. As J-SSE C-LL-NGS would say, "Hook it." CODLING'S the man. _The Lord Ch-f J-st-ce of Engl-nd._ Shall begin New Year by leaving off voice lozenges, or may be called a "Sucking Ch-f J-st-ce." Shouldn't like this, and I know of one worldly journalist who wouldn't hesitate to write it. _The Right Hon. J. G. G-sch-n, M.P._ Think I shall go back to the Liberal Party for a year at least; have tried them all round; find the last rather worse than others. R-ND-LPH says I should by this time be an authority on the principle of the "Theory of Exchanges." _Sir W-ll-m H-rc-rt, M.P._ Shall begin to get up every morning at seven during recess, and go out for walk in glades of New Forest before breakfast. Find it a capital place to think out _impromptus_ for my speeches. _Monsignor P-rs-co._ _Mem._--Keep myself to myself, and don't say nothing to nobody. _Archbishop Cr-ke._ Ask THOS. O'DW-ER of Limerick to dinner. Cut National League on first opportunity. _Archbishop B-ns-n._ Study the Calendar of State Papers, time of HENRY THE EIGHTH, carefully. Get portrait of myself done in full canonicals, with the two acolytes in scarlet skull-caps and cassocks, as we appeared at Truro. Pretty subject: great scope for artist. _Bishop of L-nd-n._ "Oblige B-NS-N." Ask ST-W-RT H-DL-M to take me to the Alhambra. Try and get a copy of that now extinct work, _Essays and Reviews_. _Lord D-nr-v-n._ Must find out what I really mean by "Fair Trade." Write to _Notes and Queries_, and see if I can't get a definition somehow. _Mr. O'Br-n._ Continue to pose as the "Martyr of Tullamore." Meantime, endeavour to get supplied with still more fashionable clothes. Why not a cheque suit, from America? _Cardinal M-nn-ng._ Do something of everything. _Mem._--Buy new Filter. _The L-rd Ch-nc-ll-r._ Must really show some reason for my being in this exalted position. Find comfortable quarters for a few of my nephews, cousins, and sons-in-law who are still among "the Unemployed." _The Right Hon. J-hn Br-ght, M.P._ _Mem._--J-HN BR-GHT, Always right. Politeness costs nothing. Get someone to give me a short manual of this almost-lost art, like prize-fighting. The latter being revived. Practise both. _Mr. C. V-ll-rs St-nf-rd._ Inaugurate my Professorship in style. Get to work, and show 'em I'm the best man to turn out a genuinely successful first-class English Opera. _Professor H-xl-y._ Study SP-RG-N'S Sermons for jokes and style, and read some theology, with a view to carrying out the great object of my life--smashing W. S. L-LLY. _Mr. W. S. L-lly._ Write more _Chapters of History_. Devote five minutes, one day when I have the leisure, to smashing H-XL-Y.