I was at the Masonic ball last night, and in the early morning two or three printers were initiated into the mysteries of the “craft.” I judge so from the terrible smell of burnt flesh that pervaded your office and that of your contemporary yesterday. My judgment is borne out, too, by the fact that the “ Guardian” appears with Messrs. J. E. Buchanan and Co.’s black heading over Mr. 0. Caven dish JEurrell’s announcement that the Resident Magistrate and District Court offices are to be closed for a spell. As I know the gentle Buchanan holds no dis traint warrant for rent over the R.M. Court, the Court furniture is notto be sold yet, and your printers must have been at the “ Somerset ” Lodge, and the barman must have been steward. Then things were crooked with the Caxtonians of the Mail. A firm have some sections for sale, and in making the announcement they had apparently written instructions on their copy that the words “ eight pounds each ” were to be printed “in good prominent letters.” That ball again—the man of types was loyal to his profession, and fol lowed his copy, and that firm find them selves as offering sections for sale at “ eight pounds each, in good prominent letters.” Not so much next time, lads; not so much !

Chispa.
THE STORY-TELLER.
