DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: We have neither of us ever written to you before, but now we want to tell you something. We were seated at our desks in school, when the door opened and the principal entered, followed by four great Indians. None but the interpreter could speak English. They were dressed in citizens' clothes, so were not so interesting as they might have been. The next day several of us sent our albums to them, and the interpreter wrote the names of each, and then he whose name was signed, made his own cross underneath. Three of their names are: "Young Prophet." "Stiff Wing." "Young Bear." Your devoted readers, ED. AND KITTIE. * * * * * PHILADELPHIA. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: My age is twelve years, and I am so fond of my mother; so I must tell you how much we are all pleased with "Little Lord Fauntleroy" and his "Dearest" mother. My father is an Englishman, but we live in this country; we all love the Queen, and we have a very high regard for the President and this Government. My father has been a great fisherman, and has fished in many waters in this country; one time he caught a large pickerel, and the boy that was rowing the boat had no shoes on, so when the large fish was drawn in the boat it had its mouth wide open, and it slid to the boy's foot and came near decapitating his big toe. Another time he hooked a large rock fish, and it pulled him in the river, out of the boat, and he came near drowning. We all love the ST. NICHOLAS, for the many, many pretty stories you give us. Now, "Dearest" No. 2, I will say good-bye. JAMES LARDNER H. * * * * * BANGOR, ME. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am reading the story of "Little Lord Fauntleroy," and I like it very much. I do not like the grandpa very much; yet I think when the grandpa sees Lord Fauntleroy's mother, he will like her, and have her come up and live with them. From your friend, L. C. B. * * * * * LOUISVILLE, KY. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I often thought I would like to send you some of my poetry, and will inclose a piece that I composed last September, while sailing my boat at Barnegat. I am eleven years old, and have been writing poetry and stories for several years. I would be so much pleased to see this letter and poem printed in ST. NICHOLAS, and if you do not like this poetry I could send you other pieces called "The Frisky Calf," "Blacksmith's Song," "Rivuletta," etc. Good-bye, dear ST. NICHOLAS. Yours truly, ELLEN N. L. THE FATHOMLESS DEEP.