Let the Rest of the World go Buy.

Some time elapsed before the amalgamated hosiers introduced the Christmas stocking, and incidentally compounded grand larceny on a grand scale. They induced otherwise honest and impeccable paternal parents to don whiskers and mislead their young while London sleeps, with an impersonation of Santa O'Claus, which is nothing less than an injustice to Ireland and an insult to the Plunket system. But to-day Christmas is not confined to filling stockings, or even waistcoats, for the means of celebration are more varied than inside information at the races, or outside opinion after. Apart from the usual inner promptings, which certainly are not to be merely sniffed at, there is much to inspire the aspirations. Beach, bush, and “bach,” are more accessible than measles between twins. The sandfly is ready to bit the hand that swats it; the mosquito is at the old address, and all Nature longs to put the nips into the skin you love to touch.