SIR,--I can confirm these tales of animal Policemen in every particular--indeed, I am able to add to them. I have often seen a couple of tom-tits, on leaving their nests for an outing, put a tom-tit constable on guard till they came back. But here is a still more remarkable circumstance. On one occasion several other tom-tits wanted to rob this deserted nest, and they actually came up to the constable and put something in his claw, after which he looked the other way while they were rifling the nest. _They had bribed him!_ Comment is superfluous. Yours, KEEN OBSERVER. * * * * * Grandolph's Logic. Your Purchase Bill is bad from top to toe-- Drop it, dear boys, then to the country go, And say 'twas through Gladstonian ill-will It lost that blessed boon, your bad, bad Bill! * * * * * LIVING AND LEARNING.--Sir, from a paragraph in _The Times_ about the Newfoundland Fisheries, I gather the existence of "Lobster Factories." Never knew this was an industry. Had always thought that Lobsters, like poets, were born, not made. Yours, A NATURALIST. * * * * * L'ABBÉ INCONSTANTIN PARSONIFIED. THE first impression of _A Village Priest_ is that, in one respect, Mr. GRUNDY has done well to choose the historical name of the execrable "Abbé DUBOIS," and bestow it on the _Curé_, who is meant to be the interesting hero of what, without him, would have been a sufficiently strong melodrama. The very A B C of the practice of the confessional being that everything between Priest and Penitent (even when the Penitent is impenitent) is _sub sigillo_, this Abbé can have, as the Grand Inquisitor in the _Gondoliers_ sings, "No possible probable shadow of doubt, No possible doubt whatever," as to his plain duty; and yet he demands of Heaven a miracle to show him how _not_ to do it. And to this pious request comes an answer (by limelight) which demonstrates once more how the Devil can quote Scripture to his purpose. [Illustration: The Tree at the Haymarket.] Frankly, Mr. GRUNDY has written three Acts of a play which must have been powerful had he not extended it to five, and, had he not attempted to centre the interest on a character which, charming as an incidental sketch, is, as an essential, an excrescence. Practically the play is at an end with the finish of the Third Act. Why lug in the _Abbé Constantin_? And what an Abbé!!