Stockton Herald, South Durham and Cleveland Advertiser. — 1890-01-11 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

THB PUBLIC-NOUSE.  Bassism--What's for you, sit.? Czeirozian (with a cold)—Two of antiphlogistie, with a daeh of mucilaginous, please, miss. taritrau—lslext bar, please, sir, for influenza drinks ; this is the jug and bottle department. I had a long chat with M. Goron, the chief el the French Detective Department, when he was over I here the othee day, and he told me some remarkable storiea. In retiu-u I showed him my cabinet of curiosities, including my collection of photoof ladies and gentkeem who have been rirha found drowned and murdered. He was very much interested in the Thames Mystery (the lady picked up in pieces in the Thames and photographed after being put together se much as possible), and in the photograph of one of Jack the Ripper's victims, showing all the cuts. M. Goron, like all the Continental police, is deeply interested in Jack the Ripper. He told me that he had taken the , chance afforded by this visit, and thoroughly explored the scene of the murders. "Now are you astonished that our polies have never caught him?" I said. "Not at ell," he replied. "Until I had seen the district I fully believed that I could have caught the gentleman red-handed. Now I quite agree with you that whenever the fiend is captured it will be chance that will do the trick, not the pollee. Everything is in his favour in the spots be selects, and everything is against his being discovered, except that little 103 to 1 chance which I comes off occasionally even at the best-regulated race meetings."  My compliments to the Government official who thought it a good joke to drop into my letter-box, among all my lovely Christmas cards, a blue envelope marked " Private—on Her Majesty's service. I opened it with a trembling hand I had an idea that it was a little delicate Christmas compliment from Her Majesty in tue shape of a baronetcy, or • knighthood at the very least. And when I opened it and found it was an infamous de mand for a good round sum in the shape of income tax, I imitated '• our army" in Panders ar,d threw it into the waste-paper basher s jumped upon it in impotent rage. There y savair hire and decency stout the income tax people that nothing seems able to alter.  Albert Edward says that he is rather nervous about my going to Jericho, as I ant given to blowing my own trumpet, and history might repeat itself. What does he mean?  And now I am assured upou the very higkest authority that there is a railway from Jaffa to Jerusalem. Ye gods, fancy it! " Third class parliamentary to Jerusalem, please, and a penny insurance ticket,'  Adversity makes strange bedfellows, and les extreetesse tout-hen& We have often read pretty little homilies about the fate that comes to prince and wirer alike. Prince and pauper are supto express the extremes. On New Year's gsel;--t.he "devouring element" showed its perfect impartiality, and side by side in the evening journals of Jannary 1, 11190, stood twin giant heads--the Burning of a Pauper School and the Burning of a Royal Palace. A princess happily escaped—the little paupers unfortunately perished.  The Baby New Year wits not long before it received its "baptism of fire." It seems to be a very funny young gentleman altogether. Before it was one day old it set light to the Palace of Laeken, the Forest Gate School, the Zurich Theatre, the Perth Theatre, the Liberty Bilk Works in New York, and no end of minor conflagrations occurred upon its natal day. Somebody most have left a box of matches near that baby's cradle.