Every Christmas brings a number of letters from children addressed to Santa Claus. One such letter, addressed “Santa Claus, Chimney Corner, Heaven,” was sent by a playful sorter to Hever, Edenbridge, for trial. It is pathetic to think that the destination of all letters so addressed is the prosaic Returned Letter Office. A spinster lady who lived in a county town at a house delightfully named “The Haven” wrote to the Postmaster-General to complain that an official letter had been sent to her bearing a wrong address. The abode with the restful name had actually been described as “The Harem”! No wonder the lady's deepest feelings were aroused, and she was scarcely consoled by the expression of the Postmaster-General's regret that the envelope had been inadvertently addressed in this way. Here is the facsimile of another envelope:— [Illustration: postcard] For dearie M^{rs} Hibbert The Cottage by the Wood M^r Thomas Hibbert's Farmer and all the rest of it if you take the Carrage Drive you'n find it to ^{th} right on you M^r Postman titherington Addresses are sometimes obviously taken from invoices or memoranda forms. “Messrs. Hair cut by machinery,” and “Mr. Richard Funerals at shortest notice Mile End,” are of this kind. This sort of thing is often done by foreigners. People of the same name living in the same place constantly embarrass the officers of the Department. Two gentlemen, one a Minor Canon and the other an Independent Minister, each bearing the same Christian name and surname, lived in a city on the west coast of England, and it sometimes happened that a letter or parcel intended for the one was delivered to the other, who sent it on to its rightful owner with an apology. These mistakes never caused any misunderstanding until a parcel of game for the Minor Canon was delivered at the house of the Independent Minister, and in his absence was unopened. As soon as he returned home he discovered his mistake and sent the game, which was past eating, to the Minor Canon with a letter of apology. But the loss of the game so upset the Churchman that he wrote to the Dissenter, “If you had not assumed the title of Reverend, to which you have no right, this mistake would not have occurred.” Soon afterwards another parcel was delivered to the Independent Minister, who found the contents to be manuscript sermons that had been ordered by the Minor Canon from an agent who supplied sermons to preachers unable or unwilling to write them. The sermons were at once repacked and sent to their owner with a note: “Sir, if you had not assumed an office for which you have no qualifications, this mistake would not have occurred.”