“As it were.” “So to speak.” “Red letter day.” “Seldom if ever.” “Macedonian cry.” “All along the line.” “Signs of the times.” “Peace to his ashes.” “The blush of shame.” “The deadly upas tree.” “We are pained to learn.” “The devouring element.” “Will not soon be forgotten.” “Our loss is his eternal gain.” “None knew him but to love.” “They are left to mourn his loss.” “The right man in the right place.” “If I may be allowed the expression.” * * * * * To recognize the accidentally impolitic from the essentially wrong is a step always first taken by a Philistine. The Chosen People damn him for his pains, after which they adopt his view and swear on their beards that they always held it. * * * * * Who are the bores? Oh, you make me weary—the others, the others, the others! * * * * * Mr. Wallace, of Chicago, publisher of _Wallace’s Stud-Book_, disputes the statement that the Windy City is losing her literary prestige. * * * * * Clangingharp says the sanest sentiment ever expressed by any of the Vanderbilt family was when the Commodore remarked, “The Public be damned!” * * * * * “Be not righteous overmuch,” said the Preacher. Of course such advice to the average mortal is quite needless—the matter may safely be left in his hands. Still, good things can be overdone: industry for instance. There is a sort of pismire activity that makes for bankruptcy. I once knew a man who used to get up at four o’clock in the morning to hammer and saw (those very early risers always hammer and saw), yet I believe the administrator found hardly enough to pay forty cents on the dollar. The reason was that the man pounded too much early in the morning and not enough in the middle of the day; and the sleek-headed men who sleep o’ nights overmatched his petty busyness and got the trade. * * * * * Nothing is so pleasant as to air our worldly wisdom in epigramatic nuggets. To sit quiet and listen to another do it—well that is another matter! * * * * * It is called _A School for Saints_, and the perpetrator is John Oliver Hobbes. I have sent my name to Mrs. Cragie, entering as a Freshman. Little Journeys SERIES FOR 1896 Little Journeys to the Homes of American Authors.