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VOL. X. OCTOBER 13, 1887. 28 West TWENTY-THIRD STREET, New York. No. 250. Published every Thursday, $5.00 a year in advance, postage free. Single copies, 10 cents. Back numbers can be had by applying to this office. Vol. I., $1.50 per number; Vol. II., 25 cents per number ; Vols. I . V., VL, VIL, VIII, and IX, at regular rates. Rejected contributions will be destroyed unless accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. HIS journal's grateful acknowledgments are made to Scribner's Magazine for the Thackeray letters. Are there not some more which their possessors owe to the world ? . . . F the two notorious witticisms which have resulted from our aquatic triumph, “ Thistle be a great blow to Scotland’ seems to us the better. The other, which in- volves the absence of a “cent aboard,” is more labored and less elusive. . . . HE annual meeting of the American Board at Spring- field has tasked the hospitality of all middle Massa- chusetts. The dispute between the baseball players and their bosses hardly excites more widespread interest in the public mind than the theological discussions in which the Board has become involved. Springfield is too small to hold the good people who want to be there, and they have been scattered along the line of the railroads from Northampton to Hart- ford. What the missionaries are to teach is an interesting ques- tion, but not so exciting to the mind of Lire as what plain ministers here at home are to preach to us plain people. Mr. Howells’ friend, Count Tolstoi, says that the prevalent notions of Christianity are all wrong, and in defergnce to his notions on the subject he works in the fields and has abjured clean shirts. We would rather see Tolstoi’s Christianity discussed by the American Board than even the future probation of the heathen. Would Mr. Howells set forth the opinions of his idol before the council? We fear not. He brags about Tolstoi, but sticks to clean linen for all that. . . . R. CHAUNCEY DEPEW has got back from foreign parts with many new and agreeable narratives of the potentates who have been his pals. He had one painful experience, he says. He bought a copy of Punch and tried to be amused over it. That was the day that Mr. Depew got much-needed rest and made up his back sleep. In spite of this gloomy experience and $f his continuous hob-nobbing with Wales, the Duke of the Grand Union De- pot is still a useful American, and said several good things at the dinner of the doctors after the opening of the new building given by Mr. Vanderbilt to the College of Physicians and Surgeons. When he made the statement that the rich are of no particular account in New York any more except as they administer their surplus revenues so as to benefit the public, he talked excellent sense, and it is gratifying to notice that many of the rich themselves seem to be of his opinion. R. DONNELY'S book is not out yet, but his theory is a pricked bubble. It seems as if the astute Milesian had overreached himself and delayed publication too long. The duration of a wonder is only nine days, and the waning interest in the Bacon-Shakespeare controversy was cut short by the dispute between the yachts. The American people have given Mr. Donnelly their attention, and they have trans- ferred it. We shall be surprised if he ever gets it back again. He has not the advantage which Mr. George enjoys of ap- pealing to people whose ignorant credulity is stimulated by their avarice. . . . HE black sheep of the British aristocracy seem to get a great deal more notice in these days than their re- spectable fellow-bucks. There was all that unpleasantness the other day about Hughes-Hallett, and now he is driven to the wall by the redoubtable Aylesbury, who turns up in deeper disgrace than usual. The expulsion of the young Marquis from Newmarket will materially lessen his opportu- nities of enjoyment in England, and we may expect to see him at Newport next season. There have been some very pronounced blackguards at Newport this summer, both of British and American stock, and if they are not killed in bar-room fights or sent to prison before next year, Aylesbury may find them congenial com- pany, . . . GEVERAL metropolitan journals have printed the extra- ordinary story of a woman who declares she is the Princess Royal of England, but was stolen out of her cradle when an infant and never got her dues. It is her substitute, she says, who figures as Crown Princess of Germany. We do not quite believe her story, but even if it were true, there is no redress for her. “ No goods exchanged" is the motto of all the crowned families in Europe. Let her get what comfort she can from the reflection that the Crown Prince is addicted to sore throat. It would be very awkward for her return to the royal family of England so late in the day as this. She can find pleasanter associates in New York. comicbooks.com