I THINK your scheme ought to prove useful. But isn't there some difficulty with the original proprietors of the goods? If I can help you in any way, by putting anyone in prison, pray count upon me. Obstruction must be put down in any form in which it presents itself. Yours faithfully, A. J. B-LF-R. EARL OF C-RN-RV-N. THERE is, no doubt, a large amount of valuable matter which appears from time to time in the Magazines, but which, being buried under a mass of unimportant writing, is overlooked. I have found this in reference to my own contributions, which have occasionally been passed over by the public, who have preferred to read the other contents. LORD C-L-R-DGE. AT one time of my life I wrote far too many articles to have much opinion of the ability required to produce them, or their value to anyone when produced. What I did write was much better than the general run of articles. Now I do not write, there is nothing in the Magazines. If you can get it out for nothing, and sell it for sixpence, you will do well. LORD W-LS-L-Y. _Ranger's House, Greenwich Park, S.E. Sunday._ DEAR MR. PILFERER,--In answer to your note, I have nothing to say of any interest. W-LS-L-Y. LORD T-NNYS-N. _Hangford, Freshwater, Isle of Wight._ LORD T-NNYS-N presents his compliments to _Mr. Pilferer_, and begs to point out to him that had he thrust his corporeal presence upon Lord T-NNYS-N over his garden hedge, or by his area-steps, he would have been incontinently cast forth by the domestics. Lord T-NNYS-N finds it impossible to discover any appreciable difference between that step and the one whereby _Mr. Pilferer_ impertinently, through the medium of the unsuspecting penny post, forces himself upon Lord T-NNYS-N'S notice, and impudently begs him to assist him with a gratuitous advertisement for a commercial undertaking. MR. CHARLEY BATES. _Middle of Next Week. Nix Alley, No. 0._ DEAR PAL,--Excuse this address, but sometimes it's well not to go into too many perticklers. I have yours giving me an account of your new lay. As far as I can make out, there's a lot of tradesmen in London who, at considerable give out of swag, get swell fellers to write articles for them. Then _you_ plunge in, romp around, fill your pockets with the pick of the lot, and go and sell it on your own hook. That's good. But what I like best is the putting on of the bands and surplice, the taking of the good book in the right hand, the uprising of the eyeballs, and the general trotting out of the loftiest principles, the purest motives, and the general welfare of our brother men. You are a regular wonner, old pal, and should do; leastways, you have the good wishes of your old friend, CHARLEY. * * * * *