Rensselaer Journal, Volume 12, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 October 1902 — PASSING OF THE LOBSTER. [ARTICLE]

PASSING OF THE LOBSTER.

We’v* gazed with resignation on the passlng of the auk. Nor care a continental for the legendary rok; And the dodo, and the bison, and the ornith-o-rhyn-chua May go, and yet their peasing bring* no shade of woe to us. We entertain no sorrow that the megatherium Forever end forever 1* departed, dead and dumb; But a woe that hovera o’er us bring* a keen and bitter pain Aa we weep to aee the lobster vanish off the coast of Maine. Oh. dear crustacean dainty of the dodge holea of the sea, I tune my lute In minor In a threnody for thee I You’ve been the nation’s martyr, and ’twas wrong to treat you so. And you may not think we love you, yet we hate to see you go. We’ve given you the blazes and hotpot ted you and yet We’ve loved you better martyred than when living, now you bet You have no ears to listen, so, alas, we can’t explain The sorrow that you bring us as you leave the coast of Maine. Do you fall to mark our feelings as we bitterly deplore The passing of the hero of the dinner at the shore! Ah, what’s the use of living if you also can’t survive. Until you die to furnish us the joy of one "broiled live,” And what can e’er supplant you as s cold dish on the side? Or what assuage .our longings when to salads you’re denied. Or what can furnish thunder to the legislative brain When ruthless fate has swept you from the rocky coast of Maine! I see, and sigh in seeing, in some distant future age Your vanished shell reposing under glass upon s stage. The while some pundit lectures on the curios of the past And dainty ladles shudder as they gaze on you aghast. And all the folks that listen will wonder vaguely at The tact that once lived heathens who could eat a thing like that. Ah, that’s the fate you're facing, but laments are all In vain. Tell the dodo that you saw us when you Uved down here In Maine. • —Lewiston (Me.) Journal.