LORD M—— AND HIS BABOON. 227 
As a sort of retribution, Mahmoud was given away 
on the day of the discovery to Lord D 
finding his habits of petty-larceny continue invete- 
e, who 
rate, sent him to Polito’s Menagerie, where he de- 
lighted the nation for some years, bequeathing the 
art of grinning, and other good qualities, to a son 
and grandson, the last of whom is living, and is at 
this moment exhibiting his very prepossessing coun- 
tenance at the Zoological Gardens, in the Regent’s 
Park. 
My grandfather was frequently heard to remark, 
between the whiffs of a German-pipe, to which he was 
particularly attached, “that the tissue of events which 
governed the destinies of man, was, indeed, most 
strangely concatenated,’’—(the surgeon of the neigh- 
bouring village drily remarked, that conmonkeynated 
would, in this case, have been a much better word,) 
“since,” continued my grandfather ‘* an insensible 
lump of mimickry,—a blue-faced baboon,—could 
create schism between a husband and wife of unpa- 
ralleled constancy,—plunge them into the depths of 
melancholy disappointment, and bring them to within 
a few days of the grave.” 
