How charming were those nights and wintry days we spent at Charter Alley. Experiences, poignant at the time and wholly occasional, are now rounded in contemplation of them and generalized by apparent distance. We have the curiosity to find if a place to us so notable is known to readers of the gazetteer. They should be thankful for what little they learn from that useful book: that it has a post office and is a mile and a half from Ramsdell. It is also near Monk Sherborne (where retired and retiring people enjoy electric light) and The Fighting Cocks ; and sometimes exasperatingly far ; when the crow as she flies can count the ducks at our home. We believe that there are no revolving guide-posts upon the dry land of Great Britain ; but, aedepol, they seem sometimes to possess that dreadful property in Hampshire. The way to deceive the pixie is to inquire for Pamber End ; and indeed, what you miss in the main you gain on the bye; for though the lanes are all alike tortuous, gravel-surf aced, with hedges for ever trying to reach hands across them, it is a good type and change might be for the worse.