Every year now we have a British Industries'. Fair. You could not call it anything else than a Fair; unless you happeni to be a technic. al buyer you can no more hope to "spot'? the novelties than you could expect to read Homer without a knowledge of Greek. The Fair is exactly like a large-scale collection vf shops, perhaps a little more specialized than shops are, but none the less singularly resembling them. The exhibits, prove too, the absolute impossibility of grouping industries, since there are so many with what I may call a marginal connexion with several staple industries, There is nothing in tha Exhibition that could be described as of a heavy nature—nothing, la short, of the staple exports of this country. All is of a light and, to a very large extent of an evan-ascent nature. I am not quite sure. that the newspapers treat the Fair with sufficient gravity, because they point out that, "if you wish, you may buy anything from basketware to shaving brushes, "from filters to flower-pots, from intermediate dyes to insecticides." One huge establishment is devoted 10 the exhibition of ladies' powder puffs only, and I never saw so tay photograph frames in my
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