"Just the weather for receiving a sharp retort," observed our laughing Philosopher, with his snow-boots on. Naturally his friend wished to know why. "Because," replied Dr. CHUCKLER, "with the temperature below zero, no one can object to having _a wrap over the knuckles_." Then away he went merrily over the unartificial ice on the Serpentine. * * * * * TOBY TO H.R.H. [_À propos_ of cropping dogs' ears, a letter from Sir F. KNOLLYS appeared last week in the _Stock-Keeper_, informing an inquirer that H.R.H. had never allowed any dog of his to be "mutilated," and was pleased to hear that "owners of dogs had agreed to abandon so objectionable a practice."] We humbly thank the Prince of WALES, Henceforth we'll keep our ears and tails Intact, and shall not dread the shears Which used to crop our tails and ears. As novelists in magazines, And writers of dramatic scenes, By editorial scissors caught Object to have their tales cut short, So we, gay dogs: for gay we'll be, Henceforth the best of company! Convivial we around a joint, And not a tail without a point. Not cropped like convicts from the gaols! "Ear! Ear!" and "Bless the Prince of WALES!" [Illustration] * * * * * MUSICAL NOTE.--The title of a song, "_Come where the Booze is Cheaper_," has become widely known owing to a recent trial. We believe we are correct in saying that this song about "the Booze" is _not_ published by the well-known firm of "BOOSEY & CO." * * * * * TALL TALES OF SPORT AND ADVENTURE. (_By Mr. Punch's own Short Story-teller._) I.--THE PINK HIPPOPOTAMUS. (CONTINUED.)