"BEAR WITH US."--In the case reported in the papers last week of "an infuriated bear shot at Croydon," Inspector ORMONDE said that "when the ring had been removed from its lip, the animal was so much relieved that it immediately turned a somersault." A picture of this interesting incident should be at once painted and hung up in the Divorce Court. The husband, who has become quite a bear in consequence of his better half having rendered herself quite unbearable, would naturally turn head-over-heels with joy on getting quit of the ring. But alas! mark the end of the poor bear. He got more and more excited; he had to be looked up in a stable. Here the joy and novelty of the situation overcame him; his mighty brain gave way; he became mad as a hatter--(_Alice in Wonderland_ might have asked, "Then why didn't they send for a hatter, who would have brought a chimney-pot, or some sort of a tile for his bear-head?")--and subsequently the veterinary Mr. THRALE (whose ancestral namesake had considerable experience in dealing with that learned bear. Dr. JOHNSON) procured a gun, and potted the bear. Awkward in his life, but grease-ful in his death. * * * * * [Illustration: EDWARDO AND EDWINI. A JAPANESE JAPE BY OUR EVER-ON-THE-SPOT ARTIST "LIKA JOKO," REPRESENTING SIR EDWIN ARNOLD RECEIVING THE ORDER OF "THE FIRST DESCRIPTIVE LEADER" FROM H.J.M., DALI TELLI, THE MIKADO.] * * * * * LADY GAY'S SELECTIONS. _Mount Street, Grosvenor Square._ DEAR MR. PUNCH, Anything more dreary than racing during this week's weather at Newmarket can scarcely be imagined! I have often heard Lord ARTHUR declare he was "as dry as a limekiln," and always thought it an absurd expression; and now I _know_ it is!--for anything more _wet_ than the Limekilns at Newmarket this week I never saw!--it's a mystery to me how the poor horses and men avoid catching cold, cantering about there without galoshes--though, by the way, Mr. HAMMOND had _one_ "_Galoche_" which, of course, was not much use! Owing to the smallness (that's a good word) of the attendance, we were "pinched" a little in the prices, and of course the pinch came where one least expected it, which was somewhat disconcerting--but as most of the "good things" came off all right--(especially those we took with us from BENOIST and FORTNUM's)--it did not matter so much. Ladies of course were chiefly conspicuous by their absence, but my sweet friend Lady NEWMAN GATESHEAD was quite the _Belle_ of the gathering, and attracted nearly as much attention as the _Queen of Navarre_, who naturally won her race in royal style!