I must appeal to you, the unimpeachable Cæsar, in athletics as in all other matters, to secure me some small meed of public sympathy and consideration. During the, happily, almost past year, I have been the victim of gross ill-treatment at the hands, nay, worse, the feet, of athletes of various kinds. I have been cut in public by some of the best performers; I have been mercilessly beaten, and persistently lowered, till it is a wonder to myself that I have any self-respect left. I am too good a sportsman at least, Sir, to complain of rough usage in a fair way, but while I must suffer for the ambition of every ped. and every wheel-man, my colleague and close relation, who is generally known as "The Standard," is put higher and higher, without really doing anything at all to deserve his elevation. I have had the people all shouting about me; I have been the subject of columns of statistical gush in the Sporting Press, and now I am constrained to appeal to a non-professional for bare justice in my crippled old age. Wishing you a happier New Year than the old one has been to me, I am yours, in disgust, A SMASHED RECORD. * * * * * LONDON METEORILLOGICAL ARRANGEMENTS. (FOR THE WINTER.) _CLERK OF WEATHER OFFICE._ _Monday_ {Frost. N.E. wind. Light fall of Snow. N. wind. {Change at night to S. Thaw. Slosh. _Tuesday_ Fog. E. wind. _Wednesday_ Thicker fog. N.E. wind. Frost. _Thursday_ Thicker fog. E. wind. _Thursday Night._ Fog. Frost. N. wind. _Friday & Friday Night_ Snow. N. wind. Sudden change to S.W. wind. _Saturday_ Sun for two hours. Horrid slosh. _Sunday_ Drizzle. Rain for one day. _Monday_ Hard frost. N.E. wind. Traffic almost impossible. _Tuesday and following days_ (_Da capo, with a few variations_.) * * * * * A MUSICAL NOTE.