Mr. Moore, the curator of the Free Public Museum at
Liver- pool, sent to the Times of this day week so fascinating an account of the young gorilla which the German South-African Expedition has brought to this country, that no one can help wishing we could induce him to remain here,—which would mean practically, ma aurp., inducing los captors to sell him to our Zoological Gardens. The gorilla has always been painted in such very savage colours, as a misanthropic solitary of the woods who beats his breast in vehement passion if man ventures to approach him, that to hear of this creature's joyousness, the in- terest with which he surveys, from the window of his hotel, Liver- pool traffic, romps with his visitors, and enjoys his strawberries in gentlemanlike fashion, makes one think of the gorilla almost as the late Mr. T. L. Peacock made one think of the bran- outang,—or "Sir Oran Haut-ton," as he named him,—whom, in one of his novels, he got into Parliament, if we remember rightly, for the rotten borough of One-vote. The little gorilla is supposed to be only between two and three years old, having grown six inches during the eight months in which he has been in the hands of the Expedition, and being still only about three feet high. What a subject for an experiment in compulsory—not too com- pulsory—education I A gorilla that can eat strawberries with refinement and distinction, might learn, one would think, to count his strawberries, and become a proficient eventually in at least one of the three It's.
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