The great polar bear lived next door, and spent his time splashing in and out of a pool of water, or sitting on a block of ice, panting, as if the mild spring day was blazing midsummer. He looked very unhappy, and I thought it a pity that they didn't invent a big refrigerator for him. These are not half of the wonderful creatures I saw, but I have not room to tell more; only I advise all who can to pay a visit to the Zoological Gardens when they go to London, for it is one of the most interesting sights in that fine old city. _OUR LITTLE NEWSBOY._ Hurrying to catch a certain car at a certain corner late one stormy night, I was suddenly arrested by the sight of a queer-looking bundle lying in a door-way. 'Bless my heart, it's a child! O John! I'm afraid he's frozen!' I exclaimed to my brother, as we both bent over the bundle. Such a little fellow as he was, in the big, ragged coat; such a tired, baby face, under the fuzzy cap; such a purple, little hand, still holding fast a few papers; such a pathetic sight altogether was the boy, lying on the stone step, with the snow drifting over him, that it was impossible to go by. 'He is asleep; but he'll freeze, if left so long. Here! wake up, my boy, and go home, as fast as you can,' cried John, with a gentle shake, and a very gentle voice; for the memory of a dear little lad, safely tucked up at home, made him fatherly kind to the small vagabond. The moment he was touched, the boy tumbled up, and, before he was half awake, began his usual cry, with an eye to business. 'Paper, sir? "Herald!" "Transkip!" Last'--a great gape swallowed up the 'last edition,' and he stood blinking at us like a very chilly young owl. 'I'll buy 'em all if you'll go home, my little chap; it's high time you were abed,' said John, whisking the damp papers into one pocket, and his purse out of another, as he spoke. 'All of 'em?--why there's six!' croaked the boy, for he was as hoarse as a raven. 'Never mind, I can kindle the fire with 'em. Put that in your pocket; and trot home, my man, as fast as possible.' 'Where do you live?' I asked, picking up the fifty cents that fell from the little fingers, too benumbed to hold it. 'Mills Court, out of Hanover. Cold, ain't it?' said the boy, blowing on his purple hands, and hopping feebly from one leg to the other, to take the stiffness out. 'He can't go all that way in this storm--such a mite, and so used up with cold and sleep, John.' 'Of course he can't; we'll put him in a car,' began John; when the boy wheezed out,-- 'No; I've got ter wait for Sam. He'll be along as soon's the theatre's done. He said he would; and so I'm waitin'.' 'Who is Sam?' I asked. 'He's the feller I lives with. I ain't got any folks, and he takes care o' me.' 'Nice care, indeed; leaving a baby like you to wait for him here such a night as this,' I said crossly.