_A._ Because Wimbledon was an extremely cheery place, where you could entertain your friends to your heart's content, and have a generally good time of it. _Q._ Can you not obtain the same advantages at Bisley? _A._ Certainly not. You are in the neighbourhood of Woking Cemetery, and that melancholy spot influences its surroundings. _Q._ But were you not always regretting the attractions of Wimbledon when you were in Surrey? _A._ Certainly, because they lured me from work. _Q._ Do you still regret them? _A._ More than ever, because they were certainly pleasanter than the attractions of Bisley. _Q._ And now, in conclusion, what do you think of this year's shooting? _A._ The same as former years. _Q._ What do you mean by that? _A._ That those who win owe their good shots to flukes, and those who fail have to thank their rifles, and the state of the weather. * * * * * "SO LIKE THEM!"--Of all the numerous "memorials" of the Royal Wedding, Count WALERY'S "Wedding Number of Photographic Portraits" takes the wedding cake. It is priced at three shillings and sixpence, and for this you get one English sovereign and "royalties." If this isn't good value for money we don't know what is. * * * * * THE SKIRT-DANCER, OR UNLIMITED LOIE-ABILITY.--When a theatre is doing "good business," and is crammed in every part, placards are exhibited, announcing "Pit Full, Stalls Full, Boxes Full," &c., &c. But at the Gaiety just now, where Miss LOIE FULLER is appearing, the management might simply put up outside the simple statement of fact--"FULLER EVERY EVENING!" * * * * * THE ECLIPSE RIDDLE.--Why didn't _La Fleche_ win the Eclipse Stakes?--Because she wanted to keep out of _Orme's_ way. * * * * * [Illustration: THINGS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE EXPRESSED DIFFERENTLY. _Sir Pompey (so much in earnest that he forgets his Grammar)._ "WELL, ALL I CAN SAY IS THIS, THAT WHAT I GIVE IN CHARITY IS NOTHING TO NOBODY!"] * * * * * MRS. NICKLEBY IN THE CHAIR. _A Song of Sympathetic Suggestion._ ["Poor Mrs. NICKLEBY, who had at no time been remarkable for the possession of a very clear understanding, had been reduced by the late changes in affairs to a most complicated state of perplexity.... "'I don't know what to think, one way or other, my dear,' said Mrs. NICKLEBY; 'NICHOLAS is so violent, and your uncle has so much composure, that I can only hear what he says, and not what NICHOLAS does. Never mind--don't let us talk any more about it.'... "Now Mrs. NICKLEBY was not the sort of person to be told anything in a hurry, or rather to comprehend anything of peculiar delicacy or importance on a short notice....