Judge Robert Grant has in preparation a series of articles called “How to Live on a Million a Minute and Have Money to Burn.” * * * * * I hear the voice of the editors of _The Chip-Munk_ complaining that _Little Journeys_, _The Bibelot_, _Chips_ and other publications are base, would-be imitators of their own chaste periodical. Why, you sweet things, did you know that many hundred years ago a great printer made a book which was printed in black inside with a cover in red and black. I believe this is the thing which you claim is original with yourselves. So far as the rest of the periodicals are concerned I have no means of knowing whether they are imitations or not, but _Little Journeys_ was in type and printed long before _The Chip-Munk_ came out of its hole. * * * * * Messrs. Copeland & Day of Boston recently published for Mr. Stephen Crane a book which he called “The Black Riders.” I don’t know why; the riders might have as easily been green or yellow or baby-blue for all the book tells about them, and I think the title, “The Pink Rooters,” would have been better, but it doesn’t matter. My friend, The Onlooker, of _Town Topics_, quotes one of the verses and says this, which I heartily endorse: I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. “It is futile,” I said, “You can never”—— “You lie,” he cried. And ran on. This was Mr. Howells proving that Ibsen is valuable and interesting. It is to be hoped that Mr. Crane will write another poem about him after his legs have been worn off. * * * * * I was moved to read Mr. Hermann Sudermann’s diverting novel, “The Wish,” upon observing an extended notice in the “Sub Rosa” column of the Buffalo _Courier_. The writer therein alleged that the novel taught a great moral lesson, and desiring to be taught a great moral lesson I bought the book. It treats of the wish of a girl for her sister’s death in order that she might marry the husband. I suppose the great moral truth is that one should not wish for such things, but I supposed that had been taught in one of the Commandments, which tells of coveting thy neighbor’s wife, and my Sunday School teacher used to tell me that it referred equally to husbands. I was evidently mistaken, and Hermann Sudermann is hereby hailed as a teacher of morals. I should think, from the style of the “Sub Rosa” article, that the writer is a woman. If she is, I’ll bet her feet are cold if she enjoys such things as this: