Mrs. B. So I have heard, loved one. (Starting up.) Come, CHARLEY, we must be off at once! The GOLDHARTS! If they catch us, she is sure to ask me to visit some of her sick poor!
B. And he to beg me to subscribe to an orphanage or a hospital! Here, take your prayer-book, or people won’t know that we have come from church!
[Exeunt hurriedly.
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HOMO SAPIENS.
(A QUESTION FOR THE NEXT ANTHROPOLOGICAL ASSEMBLY.)
["When we consider the vast amount of time comprised in the Tertiary period ... the chances that man as at present constituted, should be a survivor from that period seem remote, and against the species Homo Sapiens having existed in Miocene times almost incalculable.”—Address of the President of the Anthropological Section, Dr. John Evans, at the Leeds Meeting of the British Association.]
When then did Homo Sapiens first
appear?
Upon whose speculations shall
we bottom us?
Contemporary he with the cave bear,
But hardly with the earliest
hippopotamus.
The happy Eocene beheld him not;
That cheerful epoch when a
morning ramble
Among the mammoths, without gun or shot,
Must have been such a truly
sportive scramble.
The pleasant Pliocene preceded him.
Apparently, poor bare, belated
Homo;
His spectre seems to haunt, despondent,
dim,
Lakes—how unlike
Killarney, Wenham, Como!—
Where dens called Dwellings may have left
some trace.
Before “quarternary
times “—whatever they were—
Homo appears not to have shown
his face.
And then its features far
from gracefully gay were.
So EVANS, who the mystery of Man’s
birth
Into our Cosmos carefully
unravels.
He seems to view with sceptical calm mirth,
Remains of Man among the river
gravels.
Well, we’ll relinquish Tertiary
man,
Without immoderate grief,
or lasting anguish.
The Pliocene, if we can grasp its plan,
Would seem an epoch when our
race would languish.
The skeletons, cut animal bones, and flints,
Supposed to prove his presence,
let’s abandon;
But on some subjects we should like some
hints;
When did he come, and
what has Sapient Man done
To justify his advent? Take him now,
Apart from retrospection prehistoric,
What is the being of the lifted brow
Doing at present? Strange
phantasmagoric
Pictures of his proceedings flit before
The vision of alert imagination;
Playing the brute, buffoon, “bounder,”
or bore,
In every climate, and in every
nation!
Homo—here wasting half
his hard-earned gains
Upon Leviathan Fleets and
Mammoth Armies,
Spending his boasted gifts of Tongue and
Brains
In Party spouting. Swearing