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Show Death of "Snap." Poor "Snap" ia dead goue where the spirits of all good dogs go. "Snap" was Capt. E, B. Zabriskie's dog, and a more intelligent or agreeable agree-able canine has never trotted along the streets of this city, or made a greater number of cats scamper up into trees. She was known by almost everyone here, and she was the respected re-spected pet of all. When Captain Z. went to Nevada a few months ago, he left "Snap" with his family in this city, and yesterday morning she died, after au illness of a few dayB, Our old friend "Buck" will grieve when he hears the news. Oh, no more Snap'll shut tho door, At coram and of Massa Buck; And no more sho'll bito ofl pussy's tail, and Make her youl "for luck. " Tho pusiy's tail now stands out straight, "Wli'le Snap is laid aside, The kitten doesn't jump around since Poor old Snappy died. |