OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
The Baron's Diarist and Date Examiner makes the following exhaustive notes:—first that Mr. C. Letts describes some of his Pocket Diaries as "The Improved." There is nothing so good but what it could be better. Lett's admit this, and be satisfied with the latest edition of Letts' Annuals, which are prizes, though, until Jan. 1, blanks.
The Paradise of the North, by David Lawson Johnstone. When a gentleman chooses the North Pole as a Paradise, he must be allowed any amount of Latitude and Longitude. This explorer leaves his Chambers (the Publishers of that ilk) in order to get out of the world by the coldest route.
A note on Innes & Co. "Innes" has several Outs this season. Cheery name for a Christmas Publisher, "Innes." We take our ease at our Innes, and we read with pleasure their dainty books called, Bartlemy's Child, by Frances Compton, a very pretty story. L. B. Walford (the authoress of Mr. Smith) condescends to write For Grown-Up Children, a number of delightful tales.
Messrs. Osgood as good as ever. Why not follow up their Bret Harte Birthday Book (most Harte-tistically got up) with a Sweet-Heart Birthday Book? Madame Van de Velde has compiled this. Our sparklingest Baronite exclaims, "Velde done!"
Thanks to Marcus Ward & Co. for The Cottar's Saturday Night, by Robbie Burns. "Oh, wad some friend the giftie gi'e us!"—as anyone who would like this for a Christmas present may say, adapting the poet to his purpose.
