Volume 62 — We Can't See It.

Of all the odd kinds of consolation under affliction, the last suggestion seems to Mr. Punch the oddest. We are mourning the demise of the no-horned Infant Hippopotamus in the Regent's Park, and we are told to be cheerful, for a two-horned Infant Rhinoceros has gone to Madrid. The doctrine of compensations was never pushed much further, even in a Scotch sermon.