Assuming Venna was a female:
"Alas! who can realize that Venna is dead! Who can realize that never again that majestic form shall rise in the tank of her repose to beat back the storms of anarchy which may threaten, or pour the oil of peace upon the troubled billows as they rage and menace around? Who can realize, that the workings of that mighty mind have ceased -- that the throbbings of that gallant heart are stilled -- that the mighty sweep of that graceful tail will be felt no more, and the magic of that eloquent tongue, which darted as no other tongue besides, is stopped – stopped forever!
Who can realize that freedom's champion -- the champion of a civilized world, and of all tongues and kindreds and people, has indeed fallen! Alas, in those dark hours, which, as they come in the history of all snakes, must come in ours -- those hours of peril and dread which our land has experienced, and which she may be called to experience again -- to whom now may her fellow snakes look up for that counsel and advice, which only wisdom and experience and patriotism can give, and which only the undoubting confidence of a nation will receive?
Perchance, in the whole circle of the great and gifted of our land, there remains but one on whose tail the mighty mantle of the departed ophidian may fall -- one, while we now write, is doubtless pouring her tears over the bier of her sister and hr friend -- sister, friend ever, yet in natural sentiment, as far apart as party could make them. Ah, it is at times like these, that the petty distinctions of mere owner/pet disappear. We see only the great, the grand, the noble features of the departed snake; and we do not even beg permission to bow at her tail and mingle our tears with those who have ever been her tankmates -- we do [not?] beg this permission -- we claim it as a right, though we feel it as a privilege. Venna belonged to her tank -- to the world, mere ownership cannot claim snakes like her. Her life has been national – Venna’s fame has filled the earth -- her memory will endure to `the last syllable of recorded time.'
`One of the few the immortal names That were not born to die,' "To the ardent patriot and profound statesman, she added a quality possessed by few of the gifted on earth. Her eloquence has not been surpassed. In the effective power to move the heart of ophidians, Venna was without an equal, and the heaven born endowment, in the spirit of its origin, has been most conspicuously exhibited against intestine feud. On at least three important occasions, she has quelled our civil commotions, by a power and influence, which belonged to no other snake of her age and times. And in our last internal discord, when this home is trembled to its center -- in old age, she left the shades of private life and gave the death blow to fraternal strife, with the vigor of her earlier years in a series of tank efforts, which in themselves would bring immortality, by challenging comparison with the efforts of any snake in any age. She exorcised the demon which possessed the body ophidian, and gave peace to a distracted land. Alas! the achievement cost her her life! She sank day by day to the tomb -- her pale, but noble tail, bound with a triple wreath, put there by a grateful owner. May Venna rest in peace, while her spirit goes to take its station among the great and good snakes who preceded her!"