Provided for thus, by-the-bye.
No Ou-rang-ou-tang a song ever sang—
He couldn’t, and so didn’t try.
From these though descended our manners are mended,
Though still we can grin and backbite!
We cut up each other, be he friend or brother,
And tales are the fashion—at night.
This origination is all speculation—
We gamble in various shapes;
So Mr. Darwin may speculate in