Then c-c-ome, did-did-dearest, n-n-n-never say "nun-nun-nun-nun--nay;" I'll tit-tit-treat you, my love, to a "bub-bub-bub--buss," 'Tis but thrup-pip-pip-pip--pence a pip-pip--piece all the way, To see the hip-pip-pip--(I beg your pardon)-- To see the hip-pip-pip-pip--(ahem!) The hip-pip-pip-pip--pop-pop-pop-pop--(I mean) The hip-po-po-po--(dear me, love, you know) The hippo-pot-pot-pot--('pon my word I'm quite ashamed of myself). The hip-pip-pop--the hip-po-pot. To see the Hippop--potamus. [Illustration: FELLOWS OF THE ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY.] DEATH OF HOWARD THE PHILANTHROPIST.[1] [Footnote 1: From "John Howard and the Prison World of Europe."] On the 5th of July, 1789, Howard quitted England to return no more. Arriving at Amsterdam on the 7th, he proceeded by slow stages through Germany and Prussia into the empire of the Czar, which he entered at Riga. He was destined never more to quit the soil of Russia. The tremendous destruction of human life to which the military system of that country gives rise, had not then, as it has since, become a recognized fact in Western Europe; and the unconceived and inconceivable miseries to which Howard found recruits and soldiers exposed in Moscow, induced him to devote his attention to them and to their cause. In these investigations horrors turned up of which he had never dreamed, and impressed him still more profoundly with a sense of the hollowness of the Russian pretense of civilization. In the forced marches of recruits to the armies over horrid roads, being ill-clothed and worse fed, he found that thousands fell sick by the way, dropped at the roadside, and were either left there to die of starvation, or transferred to miserable hospitals, where fever soon finished what fatigue had begun. This waste of life was quite systematic. An hospital for the reception of the poor wretches had recently been erected at Krementschuk, a town on the Dnieper, which contained at that time 400 patients in its unwholesome wards. Thither Howard repaired to prosecute his new inquiries. The rooms he found much too full; many of the soldiers were dreadfully ill of the scurvy, yet they were all dieted alike, on sour bread and still sourer quas, alternated with a sort of water-gruel, which, if not eaten one day, was served up again the next. From this place, Howard went down the Dnieper to Cherson, where he examined all the prisons and hospitals, and made various excursions in the neighborhood for the same purpose. The hospitals were worthy of the evil which they were designed to alleviate. Our countryman thus sums up his observations upon them: "The primary objects in all hospitals seem here neglected--namely, cleanliness, air, diet, separation, and attention. These are such essentials, that humanity and good policy equally demand that no expense should be spared to procure them. Care in this respect, I am persuaded, would save many