+--------------------------------------------+ | _Miss Basbleu will be pleased to welcome | | you at her residence | | Tuesday evening | | to meet Mr. Patemback. | | Nordau at 11._ | +--------------------------------------------+ Contemplation of the infinite fall will take the place of supper in a most edifying way. It is to be presumed that literary people have had something to eat at home. The segregation of society thus begun will leave the materialists who compose its majority to follow out their instincts, and it will be reasonable to look for a vast improvement in eating entertainments in consequence. Mrs. Moor Gage and Mrs. Taxsale will then be freer to advertise their attractions—as thus: +--------------------------------------------+ | _Your company is requested on | | Wednesday evening | | at the residence of Mrs. Moor Gage, | | Five Per Cent Avenue, | | Syndicate Park. | | | | H. L. at 11._ | +--------------------------------------------+ “H. L.” means hot lunch, which may be varied indefinitely. It is plainly a great improvement on “Dancing at 9.” You get dancing everywhere. Specifications may be introduced. For those who don’t like bread pencils and ice cream shingles something more solid may be put on the bill of fare, which will in time serve as the invitation also. The suggestion is made in the interest of sincerer living. If we are to “feed the brute,” why not say so? W. M. THE NEW HAHNEMANN. The taste for literature in homeopathic doses seems to be growing. If this thing keeps on, the time may come when knowledge will be put up like pills or wafers or tablets. And a great convenience it would be to the busy sons of American toil. If one wished to prepare an article on some historical subject, for instance, he could buy a box of Motley’s American Pills or Gibbon’s Roman Tablets, and take one after another until the requisite amount of historical information were absorbed. It would also be pleasant, if a gentle titillation of the literary senses were desired, to buy a few Richard Harding Davis wafers and lie down to delightful dreams. Or in case one’s conscience became unusually obstreperous, he could take Biblical tabules till his system was soaked with sanctity. If one’s pessimism were temporarily upmost, he could find plenty of Nordau’s pillules to help him enjoy his misery while the fit lasted. It’s a great scheme. Methinks the dim distant future holds a publisher’s announcement similar to this: _JUST ISSUED_: “SOME IMPRESSIONS AND A FIT.”