Bishop Piers Claugliton is evidently not afraid to treat of “ a mere question of morality,” and he preaches a little sermon twenty lines long over the body of the dead whale; which sermon will, I hope, be found very useful. To satisfy no scientific inquiry,but wholly and solely a vulgar public curiosity, the people at the Aquarium, after allowing Zazel to risk her life nightly, have tortured a whale to death without any apparent signs of compunction. Nobody, of course, imagines that they did not use the kindest methods and the most sedulous care, but the tender mercies #f such folk are cruel. “I have an eye-witness (says the Bishop) who describes the dead body as presenting undeniable marks *f ill-usage—unintentional, no doubt, but I will maintain inevitable in the forcible conveyance of sueh a creature to its unnatural prison.” Considering that we have legalised penalties for the punishment of doctors and physiologists who in pursuit of facts torture animals, that we prevent the working of horses which are pained by their work, and that the whole drift of public sentiment is growing more and more indisposed to cruelty, I venture to hint to the Society for Preventing Cruelty to Animals that they have now an opportunity of doing a good work such as has not of late presented itself. Whales cannot at present be properly accommodated on land, and until they can be it is a hideous pastime to make public sport out of a confinement which must ond in their death.The health of the Pone, savs a re-