gs me a
young crocodile: fishy but very palatable. Old crocodiles too tough:
ditto rhinoceros. Visit the queen mother--an enormous old Gorilla, quite
white. Prescribe for her majesty. Meeting of Gorillas at what appears a
parliament amongst them: presided over by old Gorilla in cocoanut-fibre
wig. Their sports. Their customs. A privileged class amongst them.
Extraordinary likeness of Gorillas to people at home, both at
Charleston, S. C., my native place; and London, England, which I have
visited. Flat-nosed Gorillas and blue-nosed Gorillas; their hatred, and
wars between them. In a part of the country (its geographical position
described) I see several negroes under Gorilla domination. Well treated
by their masters. Frog-eating Gorillas across the Salt Lake. Bull-headed
Gorillas--their mutual hostility. Green Island Gorillas. More
quarrelsome than the Bull-heads, and howl much louder. I am called to
attend one of the princesses. Evident partiality of H. R. H. for me.
Jealousy and rage of large red-headed Gorilla. How shall I escape?

Ay, how indeed? Do you wish to know? Is your curiosity excited? Well,
I DO know how I escaped. I could tell the most extraordinary adventures
that happened to me. I could show you resemblances to people at home,
that would make them blue with rage and you crack your sides with
laughter. . . . And what is the reason I cannot write this paper, having
all the facts before me? The reason is, that walking down St. James
Street yesterday, I met a friend who says to me, "Roundabout my boy,
have you seen your picture? Here it is!" And he pulls out a portrait,
executed in photography, of your humble servant, as an immense and most
unpleasant-featured baboon, with long hairy hands, and called by the
waggish artist "A Literary Gorilla." O horror! And now you see why I
can't play off this joke myself, and moralize on the fable, as it has
been narrated already DE ME.

A MISSISSIPPI BUBBLE.

This group of dusky children of the captivity is copied out of a little
sketch-book which I carried in many a roundabout journey, and will point
a moral as well as any other sketch in the volume. Yonder drawing* was
made in a country where there was such hospitality, friendship, kindness
shown to the humble designer, that his eyes do not care to look out for
faults, or his pen to note them. How they sang; how they laughed and
grinned; how they scraped, bowed, and complimented you and each other,
those ne