Farewell for a space. I may have to write to you again.

Yours, DIOGENES ROBINSON.

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"USED UP."--Lord BRASSEY requested several papers last week to publish
his denial as to having the finest collection of stamps in the world.
His Lordship, it appears, "doesn't take the smallest interest in
foreign stamps." Fortunate for Lord BRASSEY. There are some excellent
people who can't get up any interest, or capital either, at all
without a stamp of some sort. Lord BRASSEY wished it further known,
that he was not a collector of curios, and had no curiosity of any
kind. Lord BRASSEY must be a later edition of _L'Homme Blasé_, to whom
the world was round like an indiarubber-ball and "nothing in it."

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"IN NUBIBUS."--If the new Sky-signs with which we are threatened,
_viz._, advertisements reflected in the clouds, become the fashion,
the aspect of the heavens by daylight will be as delightful and
artistic as are the walls of our hoardings and Railway-stations.
The anthem of "_The Heavens are Telling_" will have to be adapted
for large towns. Perhaps pictures may be projected on the nebulous
back-ground. If so, some of our best Artists may not object to taking
a good sum, and then having their work "Sky'd."

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