Now the bell tolls for the Orang-Outang.
Well may spasmodic sobs choke childhood's gorge,
Now they who sighed for "Sally" grieve for "George."
A "wilderness of monkeys" can't console,
For Anthropoids defunct. Of Apedom's whole,
One little Chimpanzee, one Gibbon small,
(Who ought to write his race's "Rise and Fall,")
Alone remain to cheer the tearful Zoo,
And mitigate lone boyhood's loud bohoo!
"Sally" adieu! to "George" a long farewell!
Ah! muffle if you please their passing bell!
Only one thought can cheer us in the least;
"No doubt the stock will shortly be increased."
Thanks, _Daily News_! Wipe, childhood, the wet eye,
And Apedom for dead kin soften the Simian sigh!

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CHARITY'S WORD OF COMMAND.--"Present alms!"

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OYSTERS (NOT) FOR EVER!

[Illustration: A Native Hoister.]

He was a gentle Fishmonger, and WILLIAMSON his name,
No doubt you may have heard before his philanthropic game.
The lack of oysters pained him much, for how could people royster
And happy be in r-less months without the luscious oyster?