60 TRANSACTIONS LIVERPOOL BIOLOGICAL SOCIETY. : 
Down in the deep, where the mermen sleep, 
Our gallant dredge is sinking ; 
Each finny shape in a precious scrape 
Will find itself in a twinkling ! 
They may twirl and twist, and writhe as they wist 
And break themselves into sections, 
But up they all, at the dredge’s call, 
Must come to fill collections. 
Then a-dredging, etc. 
The creatures strange the sea that range, 
Though mighty in their stations, 
To the dredge must yield the briny field 
Of their loves and depredations. 
The crab so bold, like a knight of old, 
In scaly armour plated, 
And the slimy snail, with a shell on his tail, 
And the star-fish—radiated ! 
Then a-dredging, ete. 
Fie. 5. Naturalist’s Dredge. 
And on another occasion, when at the Oxford Meeting 
in 1847 there had been a notable discussion on the nature 
and relations of the extinct Dodo, Forbes brought out his 
“Song of the Do-do,” of which the following are some of 
the verses :— 
Do-do! Vasco da Gama 
Sailed from the Cape of Good Hope with a crammer, 
How he had met, in the Isle of Mauritius, 
A very queer bird wot was not very vicious, 
Called by the name of a do-do; 
And all the world thought what he said was true. 
Do-do! although we can’t see him 
His picture is hung in the British Museum ; 
For the creature itself, we may judge what a loss it is 
When it’s claw and it’s bill are such great curiosities. 
Do-do! Dodo! 
Ornithologists all have been puzzled by you. 
