24 JANUARY 1891, Page 15


[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR,"1 SIR,—" Canonicus " must have eaten well, slept heavily, and dreamed of the subject of his letter to the Spectator. I have made inquiries at the Post-Office, Lincoln, and am told that none of the officials remember handling such a letter as he talks about. In conversation with the secretary a Eta Grandeur Monseigneur l'Evi;.que de Lincoln, I find even he does not know of such an epistle arriving at the episcopal palace. "It must have been a dream." Lincoln dead-letters are not buried at St. Martin's, but at Robin Hood's town, which boasts of the largest market-place in England. Two at least out of the clerks have passed the local examination of the University of Oxford in the French language, and the general tone of clerks' education is high. There seems just now to be a great desire to run down in every possible way this most useful arm of the public service denominated "Posts and Telegraphs,"—a desire to make as much in more ways than one out of it. The men employed seem to be badgered about, and are looked down upon with derision. Oh ! that such men as " Canonicus " would look more to the.religion of the Great Alleviator than descend to find fault, especially where there seems no cause