social, and political feeling, and a quarterly called The Imperial Review. In a letter to his mother Frank said they had visited the office of The Melbourne Age at the invitation of one of its proprietors, and had come away with the belief that few people in the northern hemisphere had a just appreciation of the journalistic skill and enterprise of the antipodes.
WAITING TO SEE THE EDITOR.
"The weekly edition of the Age is called the Leader," said Frank, in his letter, "and there isn't a daily paper in the United States that has a weekly edition to rival it in size, quantity, and variety of matter; and the same may be said of the Australasian, which is the weekly edition of the Argus. The Leader for this week, of which I send you a copy, contains forty-eight pages, and they tell me this is the regulation number. The pages are the size of those of Harper's Weekly, and are filled with whatever is considered of greatest interest to their readers in the country districts.
"It is evident," continued Frank, "that there are many waifs and strays in the population of Australia, if we are to judge by the advertising columns of the newspapers. All the leading dailies have adver-
