Am I a man and a brother?
Am I satyr or man? Pray tell me who can, And settle my place in the scale. A man in ape's shape, An anthropoid ape, Or monkey deprived of his tail? The Vestiges taught, That all came from naught By "development," so called, "progressive;" That insects and worms Assume higher forms By modification excessive. Then Darwin set forth In a book of much worth, The importance of "nature's selection;" How the struggle for life Is a laudable strife, And results in "specific distinction." Let pigeons and doves Select their own loves, And grant them a million of ages, Then doubtless you'll find They've altered their kind, And changed into prophets and sages. Leonard Horner relates, That Biblical dates The age of the world cannot trace; That Bible tradition, By Nile's deposition, Is put to the right about face. Then there's Pengelly Who next will tell ye That he and his colleagues of late Find celts and shaped stones Mixed up with cave bones Of contemporaneous date. Then Prestwich, he pelts With hammers and celts All who do not believe his relation, That the tools he exhumes From gravelly tombs Date before the Mosaic creation. Then Huxley and Owen, With rivalry glowing, With pen and ink rush to the scratch; 'Tis Brain versus Brain, Till one of them's slain, By JOVE! it will be a good match! Says Owen, you can see The brain of Chimpanzee Is always exceedingly small, With the hindermost "horn" Of extremity shorn, And no "Hippocampus" at all. The Professor then tells 'em, That man's "cerebellum," From a vertical point you can't see; That each "convolution" Contains a solution Of "Archencephalic" degree. That apes have no nose, And thumbs for great toes, And a pelvis both narrow and slight; They can't stand upright, Unless to show fight, With 'Du Chaillu,' that chivalrous knight! Next Huxley replies, That Owen he lies, And garbles his Latin quotation; That his facts are not new, His mistakes not a few, Detrimental to his reputation. "To twice slay the slain, By dint of the Brain, (Thus Huxley concludes his review) Is but labour in vain, Unproductive of gain, And so I shall bid you 'Adieu'!"
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Zoological Gardens, May, 1861
GORILLA