self, pronounced _tout court_
And shorn of Pemberton, sounds bald and poor.

Without emotion you and I may any day
Light on a Jones unwedded to a Kennedy;
Likewise a Kennedy unlinked with Jones
Will fail to stir the marrow in our bones.

Mark you, moreover, how the order tends
To foster and promote euphonic ends;
For Billing Pemberton sounds flat and dull,
And Jones prefixed to Kennedy is null.

But Pemberton by Billing followed up,
And Kennedy with Jones to fill the cup,
Electrify the nation's tympanum
And strike the voice of sober Season dumb.

* * * * *

A quotation from BROWNING as rendered by _The Daily Chronicle_:--

"No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The horrors of old."

We regret to see our respected contemporary has not yet abandoned its
prejudice against the Upper House.

* * * * *

"A report was read from the Sanitary Inspector who has now
joined the 3rd/4th Wilts Regt. This showed that 18 parishes had
been infected under the Housing and Town Planning Act, leaving
eight parishes still to be dealt with."--_Wiltshire Advertiser._

In the interests of the uninfected parishes we trust that the Sanitary
Inspector will deal faithfully with the Germs.

* * * * *

LUNCHEON CAUSERIES.

A young lady typist was overheard remarking in a City teashop the other
day that she liked SILAS HOCKING better than JOSEPH, because the latter
was "rather deep." The remark was significant of the new atmosphere of
literary enthusiasm which the feminine invaders of business London have
brought with them into the luncheon-hour. We are instituting a causerie
for the special benefit of this large class of readers, i.e. those who
get out of their depth in the transition from SILAS to JOSEPH.

I want to introduce you to-day to a writer whose subtle genius defies
analysis but demands reverent appreciation. Ruby L. Binns came into my
own intellectual life at a rather critical stage in my reading. Like
most young men of the early nineteen-noughts, I had fallen under the
spell of Guy Beverley, whose _Only a Mill Hand_ and _Squire Darrell's
Heir_ appeared to us the consummation of the novelettist's art. In those
days every other young man you met was mouthing the great renunciation
scene from the _Mill Hand_. Small marvel too! As I recall it even now
something of the o