after death, but he was admitted into all the rights, privileges, and distinctions of a name; had as much a name indeed as Cambyses or C�sar.

Was it not so, O Timor Tom! Thou famed leviathan, scarred like an iceberg, who so long did’st lurk in the Oriental straits of that name, whose spout was oft seen from the palmy beach of Ombay? Was it not so, O New Zealand Jack! Thou terror of all cruisers that crossed their wakes in the vicinity of the Tattoo Land? Was it not so, O Morquan! King of Japan, whose lofty jet they say at times assumed the semblance of a snow-white cross against the sky? Was it not so, O Don Miguel! Thou Chilian whale, marked like an old tortoise with mystic hieroglyphics upon the back!

In plain prose, here are four whales as well known to the students of Cetacean