A POETIC EXCHANGE OF COMPLIMENTS. 



I'M NO FISH HOG. THE OTHER FELLOWS 



CAUGHT 'EM. 



Mr. Ernest Seton Thompson sent Mr. W. 

 T. Hornaday a bronze mouse, as a Christ- 

 mas present, and with it these lines: 



Twas mousie set the lion free more mighty 



deeds to do; 

 'Twas mousie shook the mountain till it 



trembled thro' and thro'; 

 'Twas mousie broke the long blockade of 



piggie at the bar; 

 In lasting bronze we ii have him cast — this 



glorious mouse, hurrah! 



To which Mr. Hornaday replied as fol- 

 lows: 



Receive, good friend. 



For what you send. 

 My most profound kow-tow. 



To give me thought, 



Or send me ought 

 Was good of you, I vow. 



Until this date, 



Exterminate 

 Would I all murine races. 



Now, I aver 



That sometimes cir- 

 cumstances alter cases. 



Close to my hand. 



By my ink-stand 

 Most lovingly I've laid it. 



This Mouse is good. 



But, by the rood, 

 'Twere better had'st thou made it! 



Now I opine 



This Mouse of mine. 

 So virtuous and good, 



Will guard my desk 



Against a pesk — 

 Y paper-eating brood. 



O! Mice of Merriam, the Bold, 



Ye " sp. nov.," make room! 

 Your crowded ranks one more must hold; 



Let this lone pilgrim come. 



I'll name him now, by all that's wise, 



And C. H. M. defy. 

 We'll call him — pending a " Revise" — 



Mus Ernest Thomsoni. 



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