'There is an old jokelet of Punch that "every Englishman's house should have its 88e if and an inspection of the last batch of publications issued from that firm gives a gued deal of force to the remark.' Cassell's Saturday Journal is full of most interesting matter. At no time more than the present have the public been so anxious to know something of the inner personality of the men, who though their names may not be exactly household words, are yot known to every one through their works, as adminis. teaters of great public departments or controllers of powerful journals. In this magazine there is a liberal quantity of such information, which is genuinely interesting, and absolutely and totally devoid of ecandal, or unfair criti Everyone knows the Daily Telegraph,—that great organ of Philistinism, as it has been termed,—but there are few who have more than knowledge of Mr. Edward Lawson,. its chief proprietor, und are able to appreciate how his personality has affected its policy. All this is told in a chatty paper, which is one of a series dealing with prominent journalists. A paper upon " How Music.
Il songs are written" has a good deal of interest, when the forthcoming winter evenings foreshadow the usual number. of concerts, with the customary epidemic of comic songs. The writer of the paper points out that'many curious instances might be recalled of unexpected success suadeely
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