I only know one pleasant spot,—
I mean the "spot" that "finds a winner!"
Private and Special Literary Intelligence.—Mr. George Meredith's new novel is to be entitled, Won of the Conquerors. It would be unfair to the author to mention how what the Conquerors had conquered was won from them in turn. "I am at liberty to inform the public, however," says the Baron de B.-W., "that William the Conqueror is not in it with the others. I am able also to assure his numerous admirers that Beauchamp's Career is not a medicinal romance, and has no sort of connection with a certain widely-advertised remedy."
"WILL HE GET THROUGH?"
William Henry loquitur:—
Pouf! Pouf! I'm that awfully out of breath with my long and terrified scamper,