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KIDD'S LONDON JOURNAL. 



TO CORRESPONDENTS. 



D. Wv— Very many 'thanks. Your favor shall appear 

 next week; but bear in mind that in a "Journal" of 

 our dimensions, all communications must savor of the 

 " miiltum in .parvo." 



W. R.— Our space is so circumscribed, that "Fugitive 

 Poetry" can only be admissible under very peculiar 

 circumstances. We are already overwhelmed with 

 similar "kind offerings." This "reply" will suffice 

 for all the writers. Their favors have merit, and 

 Avould be readily available in a Monthly Magazine. 



New Subscribers, and Casual Readers, are referred to 

 the Leading Article in our First Number for the 

 detailed objects of the London Jourxal : to these 

 we shall rigidly adhere. 



Private Letters. — Of these we daily receive such 

 immense quantities, that we must really beg the 

 writers to excuse our not replying to them. Our time 

 is more profitably occupied. All vacancies, as they are 

 called, are filled up. Let this general answer suffice. 



Correspondents sending in any " facts" connected with 

 Science or Natural History, are requested in every 

 case to append their names and places of abode. In no 

 instance, however, will their names be published with- 

 out their express sanction. 



Notice to Subscribers and Others. — It having been 

 deemed expedient, to meet the views of the Trade, that 

 this Journal should always be published by anticipa- 

 tion, Contributors and others will be so kind as to 

 bear in mind that they must give us an extra " week's 

 grace," and wait patiently till their favors appear. 



All persons who may send in MSS., but which may not 

 be " accepted," are requested to preserve copies of 

 them, as the Editor cannot hold himself responsible 

 for their return. 



To obtain this Paper without any difficulty, our readers 

 need only order it to be sent to them by any of their 

 local Booksellers or Newsvendors. It is published 

 simultaneously with all the other weekly periodicals. 



KIDD'S LONDON JOUENAL. 



Saturday, January 31, 1852. 



^ We have now had time sufficient to take 

 the public opinion as to what our London 

 Journal should be. Each week has shown 

 by an increasing circulation, that it IS 



prove to 

 yet more 



us 



popular ; and daily kind " hints 



lis that it may be rendered 



popular. 



The cry of the people is — " Give ! give ! !" 

 and we really believe if our number of pages 

 were trebled, the cry would be still the same. 

 Yet all demands must have some bounds. 



It requires much judgment, in a Paper like 

 ours, to study how to please all ; and yet 

 that is to . be done — weekly ! If therefore 

 we succeed in this, — and we have as yet 

 done so, — is not our triumph "great?" 



We love to have readers who are athirst 

 for information ; and the more they encou- 

 rage us, the harder will we work for them. 

 We remember, whilst perusing that very 

 trashy affair, the "Journal" of Mrs. Butler 

 (late Fanny Kemble), losing all our disgust 

 by the discovery of these words — "Oh, that 

 somebody would tell me about every thing 

 in the world ! " This spirit of inquiry,— so 

 naively, so heartily expressed, — like charity, 

 covers a multitude of sins ; and we hardly 

 like to be severe with any one who exhibits 

 such a desire. 



Still, our contributors must allow us dis- 

 cretion. Many things may be passable, 

 that may not be worthy of a place in our 

 pages. We will oblige where and when Ave 

 can ; but the public eye is upon us in the 

 matter of taste and judgment. Among those 

 who send, us articles for insertion, are some 

 curious penmen, and still more curious 

 "authors." Of these it may be said, in the 

 words of a popular writer : — " Some people 

 write nonsense in a clear style, and others 

 sense in an obscure one ; some can reason 

 'without being able to persuade, others can 

 persuade without being able to reason ; some 

 dive so deep that they descend into darkness, 

 and others soar so high that they give no 

 light ; and some, in a vain attempt to be 

 cutting and dry, give us only that which is 

 ' cut and dried.' " 



It were vain for us to try and " reason " 

 with these folk. " They have eyes and see 

 not ; ears, and hear not." We are therefore 

 obliged to place them among the •■ rejected 

 ones." 



But the printer tells us our remarks are 

 already "out of bounds;" so we must retire 

 on the instant. 



ORIGINAL COEEESPONDENCE. 



The Flower Garden. — Encouraged by your 

 attention in responding so carefully, Aveek by 

 week, to questions put to you by your readers, 

 may I ask, seeing that I am a novice, some in- 

 formation touching "Annuals and Biennials?" 

 I have just taken a house, with a pretty garden 

 attached to it, and I wish, with the coming- 

 season, to make flowers my study. With your 

 kind help from time to time, I shall hope to im- 

 prove. I am not one of those ladies — "pegs" 

 as you have called them in your article on 

 "Female Costume," that cannot stoop because 

 of the undue length of my drapery; / wear a 

 tunic, and a regular garden dress. — Emily P., 

 Carshalton. 



[As you are a " sensible " correspondent, and 

 equip yourself, regardless of " fashion," in a 

 "proper" garden costume, you have all our 

 heart — all our best endeavors to please. In re- 

 turn, make as many "converts " as you can from 

 the follies of modern dress; so shall we together 

 assist in causing every lady to be her own gar- 

 dener, and establish a better order of things than 

 now exists. We blush for certain of the sex — 

 and so we ought, as they cannot do it for them- 

 selves I You will find a description of " Annuals 

 and Biennials," in another part of our paper. 

 We shall always be happy to hear from you.] 



Anecdote of a Robin. — To encourage others to 

 follow my example, and to assist in affording 

 your pages interest — for all who "love" birds 

 must ever feel " interested " in them, I send 

 you a few particulars of a robin. Early last 

 summer, two members of my family were sitting 

 at work in the garden, when they suddenly found 



