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APPLETON AND COMPANY. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CONTENTS. - - - PAGE - - EVERYBODY’S PETS 1 - - DEVOTED TO DOGS 19 - - CATS 75 - - ALL SORTS 105 - - - - - MY LITERARY ZOO. - - - - - EVERYBODY’S PETS. - - - The world’s not seen him yet, - Who has not loved a pet. - - -Not the human pets of noted persons, such as Walter Scott’s Pet -Marjorie, that winsome, precocious little witch, so loved by the “Wizard -of the North,” or Bettina von Arnim, the eccentric, brilliant girl, -whose rhapsodic idolatry was placidly encouraged by the great Goethe, -but the dumb favourites of distinguished men and women. - -I must devote a few pages to the various tributes to insects, birds, and -animals, written about with love, pity, or admiration, yet not as pets, -as Burns’s address to the Mousie: - - I’m truly sorry man’s dominion - Has broken Nature’s social union, - And justifies that ill opinion, - Which makes thee startle - At me, thy poor earth-born companion - And fellow-mortal; - -and another to an unspeakable insect that rhymes with mouse. We -remember, too, his essay on Inhuman Man, as he saw a wounded hare limp -by. The fly has often been honoured in prose or verse, but we all like -best the benevolent speech of dear Uncle Toby in Tristram Shandy to the -overgrown bluebottle, which had buzzed about his nose and tormented him -cruelly during dinner, and which, after infinite attempts, he had caught -at last. “I’ll not hurt thee,” said Uncle Toby; “I’ll not hurt a hair of -thy head. Go,” said he, lifting up the window—“go, poor devil, get thee -gone. Why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold -both thee and me.” - -Tristram adds, “The lesson then imprinted has never since been an hour -out of mind, and I often think that I owe one half of my philanthropy to -that one accidental impression.” - -The Greek grasshopper must have been a wonderful creature, a sacred -object, and spoken of as a charming songster. When Socrates and Phædrus -came to the fountain shaded by the palm tree, where they had their -famous discourse, Socrates spoke of “the choir of grasshoppers.” - -Another makes the insect say to a rustic who had captured him: - - Me, the Nymphs’ wayside minstrel, whose sweet note - O’er sultry hill is heard, and shady grove to float. - -Still another sings how a grasshopper took the place of a broken string -on his lyre and “filled the cadence due.” - -This Pindaric grasshopper seems quite unlike the ravaging locust of the -West. Burroughs suggests that he should be brought to our country, as -some one is trying to introduce the English lark. - -Emerson devotes a poem to the burly dozing bumblebee, a genuine -optimist: - - Wiser far than human seer, - Yellow-breeched philosopher; - Seeing only what is fair, - Sipping only what is sweet. - -A delightful volume could be compiled on the literature of bird life, -from the cuckoo, the earliest songster honoured by the poets, to Matthew -Arnold’s canary. Passing on to animals, the Lake poets were interested -to a noticeable degree in these humble companions. In Peter Bell, a poem -that proved Wordsworth’s theories about poetry to be untenable, the ass -is the hero, a veritable preacher, as in the days of Balaam. And -Coleridge, greatly to the amusement of his critics, addressed some lines -To a Young Ass, its Mother being tethered near it: - - How askingly its footsteps hither tend! - It seems to say, And have I then one friend? - Innocent foal! thou poor despised forlorn! - I hail thee brother, spite of the fool’s scorn! - And fain would take thee with me, in the dell - Of peace and mild equality to dwell. - Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride, - And Laughter tickle Plenty’s ribless side! - How thou wouldst toss thy heels in gamesome play, - And frisk about as lamb or kitten gay! - Yea! and more musically sweet to me - Thy dissonant harsh bray of joy would be, - Than warbled melodies that soothe to rest - The aching of pale fashion’s vacant breast. - -Wordsworth also wrote on The White Doe of Rylstone and The Pet Lamb. - -Southey paid his respects to The Pig and a Dancing Bear: - - Alas, poor Bruin! How he foots the pole, - And waddles round it with unwieldy steps - Swaying from side to side. The dancing master - Hath had as profitless a pupil in him - As when he tortured my poor toes - To minuet grace, and made them move like clock-work - In musical obedience. - -After sympathizing with his “piteous plight” he draws a moral for the -advocates of the slave trade. - -He also addressed poems to The Bee and A Spider; the latter must be -given entire, it is so strong and original in its comparisons: - - Spider! thou needst not run in fear about - To shun my curious eyes; - I won’t humanely crush thy bowels out - Lest thou should eat the flies; - Nor will I roast thee with a damned delight, - Thy strange instinctive fortitude to see, - For there is One who might - One day roast me. - - Weaver of snares, thou emblemest the ways - Of Satan, sire of lies; - Hell’s huge black spider, for mankind he lays - His toils, as thou for flies. - When Betty’s busy eye runs round the room, - Woe to that nice geometry, if seen! - But where is he whose broom - The earth shall clean? - - Thou busy labourer! one resemblance more - May yet the verse prolong, - For, spider, thou art like the poet poor, - Whom thou hast helped in song. - Both busily our needful food to win - We work as Nature taught, with ceaseless pains, - Thy bowels thou dost spin, - I spin my brains. - -You remember that the pertinacity with which a spider renewed his -exertions after failing six times to fix his net, roused Bruce to -perseverance and success. - -Cackling geese saved Rome, and Caligula shod his favourite horse with -gold and nominated him for vice consul, as he considered him vastly -superior to the men who aspired to that honourable position. Virgil -amused his leisure hours with a gnat. Homer made pets of frogs and mice. - -The horse has been dearly loved by many famous people who have not been -ashamed to own it. - -Mr. Everett once told a pathetic anecdote of Edmund Burke, that “in the -decline of his life, when living in retirement on his farm at -Beaconsfield, the rumour went up to London that he had gone mad and went -round his park kissing his cows and horses. His only son had died not -long before, leaving a petted horse which had been turned into the park -and treated as a privileged favourite. Mr. Burke in his morning walks -would often stop to caress the favourite animal. On one occasion the -horse recognised Mr. Burke from a distance, and coming nearer and -nearer, eyed him with the most pleading look of recognition, and said as -plainly as words could have said, ‘I have lost him too!’ and then the -poor dumb beast deliberately laid his head upon Mr. Burke’s bosom. -Overwhelmed by the tenderness of the animal, expressed in the mute -eloquence of holy Nature’s universal language, the illustrious statesman -for a moment lost his self-possession and clasping his arms around his -son’s favourite animal, lifted up that voice which had caused the arches -of Westminster Hall to echo the noblest strains that sounded within -them, and wept aloud. Burke is gone; but, sir, so hold me Heaven, if I -were called upon to designate the event or the period in Burke’s life -that would best sustain a charge of insanity, it would not be when, in a -gush of the holiest and purest feeling that ever stirred the human -heart, he wept aloud on the neck of a dead son’s favourite horse.” - -Lord Erskine composed some lines to the memory of a beloved pony, Jack, -who had carried him on the home circuit when he was first called to the -bar, and could not afford any more sumptuous mode of travelling: - - Poor Jack! thy master’s friend when he was poor, - Whose heart was faithful and whose step was sure! - Should prosperous life debauch my erring heart, - And whispering pride repel the patriot’s part; - Should my foot falter at ambition’s shrine - And for mean lucre quit the path divine, - Then may I think of thee—when I was poor— - Whose heart was faithful and whose step was sure. - -The following address of an Arab to his horse is translated from the -Arabic by Bayard Taylor: - - Come, my beauty! come, my desert darling! - On my shoulder lay thy glossy head. - Fear not, though the barley sack be empty, - Here’s the half of Hassan’s scanty bread. - - Bend thy forehead now to take my kisses, - Lift in love thy dark and splendid eye. - Thou art glad when Hassan mounts the saddle, - Thou art proud he owns thee; so am I. - - We have seen Damascus, O my beauty! - And the splendour of the pashas there; - What’s their pomp and riches? Why, I would not - Take them for a handful of thy hair! - - Thou shalt have thy share of dates, my beauty, - And thou know’st my water skin is free. - Drink, and welcome; for the springs are distant, - And my strength and safety are in thee. - -Bayard Taylor loved and appreciated animals, and in an article in the -Atlantic Monthly of February, 1877, on Studies of Animal Nature, he -says: “If Darwin’s theory should be true, it will not degrade man; it -will simply raise the whole animal world into dignity, leaving man as -far in advance as he is at present.” - -He adds: “I have always had a great respect for animals, and have -endeavoured to treat them with the consideration which I think they -deserve. They have quick perceptions, and know when to be confiding or -reticent. I have learned no better way to gain their confidence than to -ask myself, If I were such or such an animal, how should I wish to be -treated by man? and to act upon that suggestion. Since the key to the -separate languages has been lost on both sides, the higher intelligence -must condescend to open some means of communication with the lower. - -“The zoölogists unfortunately rarely trouble themselves to do this; they -are more interested in the skull of an elephant, the thigh-bone of a -bird, or the dorsal fin of a fish, than in the intelligence or -rudimentary moral sense of the creature. But the former field is open to -all laymen, and nothing but a stubborn traditional contempt for our -slaves or our hunted enemies in the animal world has held us back from a -truer knowledge of them. - -“In the first place, animals have much more capacity to understand human -speech than is generally supposed. Some years ago, seeing the -hippopotamus in Barnum’s Museum looking very stolid and dejected, I -spoke to him in English, but he did not even move his eyes. Then I went -to the opposite corner of the cage and said in Arabic: ‘I know you; come -here to me.’ He instantly turned his head toward me. I repeated the -words, and thereupon he came to the corner where I was standing, pressed -his huge, ungainly head against the bars of the cage, and looked in my -face with a touching delight while I stroked his muzzle. I have two or -three times found a lion who recognised the same language, and the -expression of his eyes for an instant seemed positively human.” - -He also tells his experience with a tame lioness in Africa. “In a short -time we were very good friends. She knew me, and always seemed glad to -see me, though I sometimes teased her a little by getting astride of her -back, or sitting upon her when she was lying down. When she was in a -playful mood she would come to meet me as far as the rope would let her, -get her forepaws around my leg and then take it in her mouth, as if she -were going to eat me up. I was a little alarmed when she did this for -the first time; but I soon saw that she was merely in play, and had no -thought of hurting me, so I took her by the ears and slapped her sides, -until at last she lay down and licked my hand. Her tongue was as coarse -as a nutmeg grater, and my hand felt as if the skin was being rasped -off. - -“There was also a leopard in the garden with which I used to play a -great deal, but which I never loved so well as the lioness. He was -smaller and more active, and soon learned to jump upon my shoulders when -I stooped down, or to climb up the tree to which he was tied, whenever I -commanded him. But he was not so affectionate as the lioness, and -sometimes forgot to draw in his claws when he played, so that he not -only tore my clothing, but scratched my hands. I still have the marks of -one of his teeth on the back of my right hand. - -“My old lioness was never rough, and I have frequently, when she had -stretched out to take a nap, sat upon her back for half an hour at a -time, smoking my pipe or reading. - -“I assure you I was very sorry to part with her, and when I saw her for -the last time one moonlight night, I gave her a good hug and an -affectionate kiss. She would have kissed me back if her mouth had not -been too large; but she licked my hand to show that she loved me, then -laid her big head upon the ground and went to sleep. - -“Dear old lioness! I wonder if you ever think of me. I wonder if you -would know me, should we ever see each other again.” - -If our late minister to Berlin, the accomplished poet, linguist, and -cosmopolitan, could give his attention to animals as friends and -companions, there can be nothing belittling in reading their praises as -said or sung by those whom we all delight to honour. - -Hamerton, indeed, makes a comparison in which we come out but second -best. He says: “How much weariness has there been in the human race -during the last fifty years, because the human race can not stop -politically where it was, and, finding no rest, is pushed to a strange -future that the wisest look forward to gravely, as certainly very dark -and probably very dangerous! Meanwhile, have the bees suffered any -political uneasiness? have they doubted the use of royalty or begrudged -the cost of their queen? Have those industrious republicans, the ants, -gone about uneasily seeking after a sovereign? Has the eagle grown weary -of his isolation and sought strength in the practice of socialism? Has -the dog become too enlightened to endure any longer his position as -man’s humble friend, and contemplated a canine union for mutual -protection against masters? No; the great principles of these existences -are superior to change, and that which man is perpetually seeking—a -political order in perfect harmony with his condition—the brute has -inherited with his instincts.” - -Cowper, in The Task, devotes several pages to the proper treatment of -animals, and expresses his admiration for their many noble qualities: - - Distinguished much by reason, and still more - By our capacity of grace divine, - From creatures, that exist but for our sake, - Which, having served us, perish, we are held - Accountable; and God some future day, - Will reckon with us roundly for the abuse - Of what he deems no mean or trivial trust. - Superior as we are, they yet depend - Not more on human help than we on theirs. - Their strength, or speed, or vigilance, were given - In aid of our defects. In some are found - Such teachable and apprehensive parts, - That man’s attainments in his own concerns, - Matched with the expertness of the brutes in theirs, - Are ofttimes vanquished and thrown far behind. - Some show that nice sagacity of smell, - And read with such discernment, in the port - And figure of the man, his secret aim, - That oft we owe our safety to a skill - We could not teach, and must despair to learn. - -Bryant, in his well-known Lines to a Waterfowl, has a striking thought: - - ... He who from zone to zone - Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, - In the long way that I must tread alone, - Will lead my steps aright. - - - - - BOW-WOW-WOW! - - - The dogge forsaketh not his master; no, not when he is starcke - dead.—DR. CAIUS. - - - Dog with the pensive hazel eyes, - Shaggy coat, or feet of tan, - What do you think when you look so wise - Into the face of your fellow, man? - —W. C. OLMSTED. - - - - - DEVOTED TO DOGS. - - - We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven - has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.—GEORGE - ELIOT. - - -Literature, history, and biography are full to overflowing of instances -of affection between dogs and their owners. Remember the dog Argus, -which died of joy on the return of his master Ulysses after twenty -years’ absence. The story is touchingly told in Homer’s Odyssey: - -“As he draws near the gates of his own palace, he espies, dying of old -age, disease, and neglect, his dog Argus—the companion of many a long -chase in happier days. His instinct at once detects his old master, even -through the disguise lent by the goddess of wisdom. Before he sees him -he knows his voice and step, and raises his ears— - - And when he marked Odysseus in the way, - And could no longer to his lord come near, - Fawned with his tail and drooped in feeble play - His ears. Odysseus, turning, wiped a tear.” - -It is poor Argus’s last effort, and the old hound turns and dies— - - Just having seen Odysseus in the twentieth year. - -Egyptians held the dog in adoration as the representative of one of the -celestial signs, and the Indians considered him one of the sacred forms -of their deities. The dog is placed at the feet of women in monuments, -to symbolize affection and fidelity; and many of the Crusaders are -represented with their feet on a dog, to show that they followed the -standard of the Lord as a dog follows the footsteps of his master. -“Man,” said Burns, “is the god of the dog”—knows nothing higher to -reverence and obey. Kings and queens have found their most faithful -friends among dogs. Frederick the Great allowed his elegant furniture at -Potsdam to be nearly ruined by his dogs, who jumped upon the satin -chairs and slept cosily on the luxurious sofas, and quite a cemetery may -still be seen devoted to his pets. The pretty spaniel belonging to Mary -Queen of Scots deserves honourable mention. He loved his ill-starred -mistress when her human friends had forsaken her; nestled close by her -side at the execution, and had to be forced away from her bleeding body. -One of the prettiest pictures of the Princess of Wales is taken with a -tiny spaniel in her arms. - -Before going further, just recall some of the most famous dogs of -mythology, literature, and life, simply giving their names for want of -space: - -Arthur’s dog Cavall. - -Dog of Catherine de’ Medicis, Phœbê, a lapdog. - -Cuthullin’s dog Luath, a swift-footed hound. - -Dora’s dog Jip. - -Douglas’s dog Luffra, from The Lady of the Lake. - -Fingal’s dog Bran. - -Landseer’s dog Brutus, painted as The Invader of the Larder. - -Llewellyn’s dog Gelert. - -Lord Lurgan’s dog Master McGrath: presented at court by the express -desire of Queen Victoria. - -Maria’s dog Silvio, in Sterne’s Sentimental Journey. - -Punch’s dog Toby. - -Sir Walter Scott’s dogs Maida, Camp, Hamlet. - -Dog of the Seven Sleepers, Katmir. - -The famous Mount St. Bernard dog, which saved forty human beings, was -named Barry. His stuffed skin is preserved in the museum at Berne. - -Sir Isaac Newton’s dog, who by overturning a candle destroyed much -precious manuscript, was named Diamond. - -The ancient Xantippus caused his dog to be interred on an eminence near -the sea, which has ever since retained his name, Cynossema. There are -even legends of nations that have had a dog for their king. It is said -that barking is not a natural faculty, but is acquired through the dog’s -desire to talk with man. In a state of nature, dogs simply whine and -howl. - -When Alexander encountered Diogĕnês the cynic, the young Macedonian king -introduced himself with the words, “I am Alexander, surnamed ‘the -Great.’” To which the philosopher replied, “And I am Diogĕnês, surnamed -‘the Dog.’” The Athenians raised to his memory a pillar of Parian -marble, surmounted with a dog, and bearing the following inscription: - - “Say, dog, what guard you in that tomb?” - A dog. “His name?” Diogĕnês. “From far?” - Sinopé. “He who made a tub his home?” - The same; now dead, among the stars a star. - -What man or woman worth remembering but has loved at least one dog? -Hamerton, in speaking of the one dog—the special pet and dear companion -of every boy and many a girl, from Ulysses to Bismarck—observes that -“the comparative shortness of the lives of dogs is the only imperfection -in the relation between them and us. If they had lived to threescore and -ten, man and dog might have travelled through life together; but as it -is, we must have either a succession of affections, or else, when the -first is buried in its early grave, live in a chill condition of -dog-lessness.” I thank him for coining that compound word. Almost every -one might, like Grace Greenwood and Gautier, write a History of my Pets, -and make a most readable book. Bismarck honoured one of his dogs, Nero, -with a formal funeral. The body was borne on the shoulders of eight -workmen dressed in black to a grave in the park. He had been poisoned, -and a large reward was offered for the discovery of the assassin. The -prince, statesman, diplomatist, does not believe in dog-lessness, and -gives to another hound, equally devoted, the same intense affection. “My -dog—where is my dog?” are his first words on alighting from a railway, -as Sultan must travel second class. He even mixes the food for his dogs -with his own hands, believing it will make them love him the more. - -Another Nero was the special companion of Mrs. Carlyle, a little white -dog, who had for his playmate a black cat, whose name was Columbine, and -Carlyle says that during breakfast, whenever the dining-room door was -opened, Nero and Columbine would come waltzing into the room in the -height of joy. He went with his mistress everywhere, led by a chain for -fear of thieves. For eleven years he cheered her life at Craigenputtock, -“the loneliest nook in Britain.” - -Nero’s death was a tragical one. In October, 1859, while walking out -with the maid one evening, a butcher’s cart driving furiously round a -sharp corner ran over his throat. He was not killed on the spot, -although his mistress says “he looked killed enough at first.” The poor -fellow was put into a warm bath, wrapped up in flannels, and left to -die. The morning found him better, however; he was able to wag his tail -in response to the caresses of his mistress. - -Little by little he recovered the use of himself, but it was ten days -before he could bark. - -He lived four months after this, docile, affectionate, loyal up to his -last hour, but weak and full of pain. The doctor was obliged at last to -give him prussic acid. They buried him at the top of the garden in -Cheyne Row, and planted cowslips round his grave, and his loving -mistress placed a stone tablet, with name and date, to mark the last -resting place of her blessed dog. - -“I could not have believed,” writes Carlyle in the Memorials, “my grief -then and since would have been the twentieth part of what it was—nay, -that the want of him would have been to me other than a riddance. Our -last midnight walk together—for he insisted on trying to come—January -31st, is still painful to my thought. Little dim white speck of life, of -love, fidelity, and feeling, girdled by the darkness of night eternal.” - -Is not that a delightful revelation of tenderness in the heart of the -grand old growler, biographer, critic, historian, essayist, prophet, -whom most people feared? I like to read it again and again. - -The selfish, cynical Horace Walpole sat up night after night with his -dying Rosette. He wrote: “Poor Rosette has suffered exquisitely; you may -believe I have too,” and honoured her with this epitaph: - - Sweetest roses of the year - Strew around my Rose’s bier. - Calmly may the dust repose - Of my pretty, faithful Rose; - And if yon cloud-topped hill behind - This frame dissolved, this breath resigned, - Some happier isle, some humbler heaven, - Be to my trembling wishes given, - Admitted to that equal sky - May sweet Rose bear me company. - -And of the dog Touton, left him by Madame du Deffand, he said: “It is -incredible how fond I am of it; but I have no occasion to brag of my -_dogmanity_” (another expressive word). He said, “A dog, though a -flatterer, is still a friend.” Byron, that egotistic, misanthropic -genius, composed an epitaph on Boatswain, his favourite dog, whose death -threw the moody poet into deepest melancholy. The dog’s grave is to the -present day shown among the conspicuous objects at Newstead. The poet, -in one of his impulsive moments, gave orders in a provision of his -will—ultimately however, cancelled—that his own body should be buried by -the side of Boatswain, as his truest and only friend. This noble animal -was seized with madness, and so little was his lordship aware of the -fact, that at the beginning of the attack he more than once, during the -paroxysms, wiped away the dreaded saliva from his mouth. After his death -Lord Byron wrote to his friend Mr. Hodges: “Boatswain is dead. He died -in a state of madness on the 18th, after suffering much, yet retaining -all the gentleness of his nature to the last, never attempting to do the -least injury to any one near him. I have now lost everything excepting -old Murray.” Visitors to his old estate will find a marked monument with -this tribute: - - NEAR THIS SPOT - ARE DEPOSITED THE REMAINS OF - ONE THAT POSSESSED BEAUTY, WITHOUT VANITY, - STRENGTH, WITHOUT INSOLENCE, - COURAGE, WITHOUT FEROCITY, - AND ALL THE VIRTUES OF MAN, WITHOUT HIS VICES. - THIS PRAISE, WHICH WOULD BE - UNMEANING FLATTERY - IF INSCRIBED OVER HUMAN ASHES, - IS BUT A JUST TRIBUTE - TO THE MEMORY OF BOATSWAIN, A DOG, - WHO WAS BORN IN NEWFOUNDLAND, MAY, 1803, - AND DIED - AT NEWSTEAD ABBEY, NOVEMBER 18, 1808. - - - _Epitaph._ - - When some proud son of man returns to earth - Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, - The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe, - And storied urns record who rests below; - When all is done, upon the tomb is seen - Not what he was, but what he should have been. - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, - The first to welcome, the foremost to defend. - Whose honest heart is still his master’s own, - Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, - Unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth, - Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth; - While man, vain insect, hopes to be forgiven, - And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven. - O man, thou feeble tenant of an hour, - Debased by slavery or corrupt by power, - Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, - Degraded mass of animated dust. - Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, - Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit. - By Nature vile, ennobled but by name, - Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. - Ye who perchance behold this simple urn - Pass on, it honours none you wish to mourn; - To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise: - I never knew but one, and here he lies. - -Walter Scott’s dogs had an extraordinary fondness for him. Swanston -declares that he had to stand by, when they were leaping and fawning -about him, to beat them off lest they should knock him down. One day, -when he and Swanston were in the armory, Maida (the dog which now lies -at his feet in the monument at Edinburgh), being outside, had peeped in -through the window, a beautifully painted one, and the instant she got a -glance of her beloved master she bolted right through it and at him. -Lady Scott, starting at the crash, exclaimed, “O gracious, shoot her!” -But Scott, caressing her with the utmost coolness, said, “No, no, mamma, -though she were to break every window at Abbotsford.” He was engaged for -an important dinner party on the day his dog Camp died, but sent word -that he could not go, “on account of the death of a dear old friend.” He -tried early one morning to make the fire of peat burn, and after many -efforts succeeded in some degree. At this moment one of the dogs, -dripping from a plunge in the lake, scratched and whined at the window. -Sir Walter let the “puir creature” in, who, coming up before the little -fire, shook his shaggy hide, sending a perfect shower bath over the fire -and over a great table of loose manuscripts. The tender-hearted author, -eying the scene with his usual serenity, said slowly, “O dear, ye’ve -done a great deal of mischief!” This equanimity is only equalled by Sir -Isaac Newton’s exclamation, now, alas! pronounced a fiction, “O Diamond, -Diamond, little dost thou know the injury thou hast done!” - -“The wisest dog I ever had,” said Scott, “was what is called the bulldog -terrier. I taught him to understand a great many words, insomuch that I -am positive that the communication betwixt the canine species and -ourselves might be greatly enlarged. Camp once bit the baker who was -bringing bread to the family. I beat him and explained the enormity of -the offence, after which, to the last moment of his life, he never heard -the least allusion to the story, in whatever voice or tone it was -mentioned, without getting up and retiring to the darkest corner of the -room with great appearance of distress. Then if you said, ‘The baker was -well paid,’ or ‘The baker was not hurt, after all,’ Camp came forth from -his hiding place, capered and barked and rejoiced. When he was unable, -toward the end of his life, to attend me when on horseback, he used to -watch for my return, and the servant would tell him ‘his master was -coming down the hill’ or ‘through the moor,’ and, although he did not -use any gesture to explain his meaning, Camp was never known to mistake -him, but either went out at the front to go up the hill or at the back -to get down to the moorside. He certainly had a singular knowledge of -spoken language.” - -Once when the great novelist was sitting for his picture he exclaimed, -“I am as tired of the operation as old Maida, who has been so often -sketched that he got up and walked off with signs of loathing whenever -he saw an artist unfurl his paper and handle his brushes!” - -It is well known that a dog instantly discerns a friend from an enemy; -in fact, he seems to know all those who are friendly to his race. There -are few things more touching in the life of this great man than the fact -that, when he walked in the streets of Edinburgh, nearly every dog he -met came and fawned on him, wagged his tail at him, and thus showed his -recognition of the friend of his race. - -_Àpropos_ of understanding what is said to them, Bayard Taylor says, “I -know of nothing more moving, indeed semi-tragic, than the yearning -helplessness in the face of a dog who understands what is said to him -and can not answer.” - -Walter Savage Landor, irascible, conceited, tempestuous, had a deep -affection for dogs, as well as all other dumb creatures, that was -interesting. “Of all the Louis Quatorze rhymesters I tolerate La -Fontaine only, for I never see an animal, unless it be a parrot, a -monkey, or a pug dog, or a serpent, that I do not converse with it -either openly or secretly.” - -The story of the noble martyr Gellert, who risked his own life for his -master’s child, only to be suspected and slain by the hand he loved so -well, is perhaps too familiar to be repeated, and yet I can not resist -Spenser’s version: - -The huntsman missed his faithful hound; he did not respond to horn or -cry. But at last as Llewelyn “homeward hied” the dog bounded to greet -him, smeared with gore. On entering the house he found his child’s couch -also stained with blood, and the infant nowhere to be seen. Believing -Gellert had devoured the boy, he plunged his sword in his side, but soon -discovered the cherub alive and rosy, while beneath the couch, gaunt and -tremendous, a wolf torn and killed: - - Ah, what was then Llewelyn’s woe! - Best of thy kind, adieu. - The frantic blow which laid thee low - This heart shall ever rue. - - And now a gallant tomb they raise, - With costly sculpture decked; - And marbles storied with his praise - Poor Gellert’s bones protect. - - There never could the spearman pass - Or forester unmoved; - There oft the tear-besprinkled grass - Llewelyn’s sorrow proved. - - And there he hung his horn and spear, - And there, as evening fell, - In fancy’s ear he oft would hear - Poor Gellert’s dying yell. - - And till great Snowdon’s rocks grow old, - And cease the storm to brave, - The consecrated spot shall hold - The name of “Gellert’s Grave.” - -Dr. John Brown’s exquisite prose poem of Rab and his Friends is as -lasting a memorial to that dog as any built of granite or marble. The -dog is emphatically the central figure, the hero of the story. The -author sat for his picture with Rab by his side, and we are told that -his interest in a half-blind and aged pet was evinced in the very last -hours of his life. The dog has figured as the real attraction in several -novels, and Ouida lets Puck tell his own story. Mrs. Stowe devoted one -volume to Stories about our Dogs, and wrote also A Dog’s Mission. -Matthew Arnold had many pets, and not only loved them in life, but has -given them immortality by his appreciative tributes to dogs, and cat and -canary. Here are two dog requiems: - - - GEIST’S GRAVE. - - Four years, and didst thou stay above - The ground, which hides thee now, but four? - And all that life, and all that love, - Were crowded Geist, into no more. - - That loving heart, that patient soul, - Had they indeed no longer span - To run their course and reach their goal, - And read their homily to man? - - - KAISER DEAD. April 6, 1887. - - Kai’s bracelet tail, Kai’s busy feet, - Were known to all the village street. - “What, poor Kai dead?” say all I meet; - “A loss indeed.” - Oh for the croon, pathetic, sweet, - Of Robin’s reed! - - Six years ago I brought him down, - A baby dog, from London town; - Round his small throat of black and brown - A ribbon blue, - And touched by glorious renown - A dachshund true. - - His mother most majestic dame, - Of blood unmixed, from Potsdam came, - And Kaiser’s race we deemed the same— - No lineage higher. - And so he bore the imperial name; - But ah, his sire! - - Soon, soon the day’s conviction bring: - The collie hair, the collie swing, - The tail’s indomitable ring, - The eye’s unrest— - The case was clear; a mongrel thing - Kai stood confest. - - But all those virtues which commend - The humbler sort who serve and tend, - Were thine in store, thou faithful friend. - What sense, what cheer, - To us declining tow’rd our end, - A mate how dear! - - Thine eye was bright, thy coat it shone; - Thou hadst thine errands off and on; - In joy thy last morn flew; anon - A fit. All’s over; - And thou art gone where Geist hath gone, - And Toss and Rover. - - Well, fetch his graven collar fine, - And rub the steel and make it shine, - And leave it round thy neck to twine, - Kai, in thy grave. - There of thy master keep that sign - And this plain stave. - -Miss Cobbe is a devoted, outspoken friend of all animals. She says: “I -have, indeed, always felt much affection for dogs—that is to say, for -those who exhibit the true dog character, which is far from being the -case with every canine creature. Their sageness, their joyousness, their -transparent little wiles, their caressing and devoted affection, are to -me more winning—even, I may say, more really and intensely _human_ (in -the sense in which a child is human)—than the artificial, cold, and -selfish characters one meets too often in the guise of ladies and -gentlemen.” - -She had a fluffy white dog she was extremely fond of, and has written -several chapters on dogs, kindness to animals, the horrors of -vivisection, etc. Read False Hearts and True, The Confessions of a Lost -Dog, and Science in Excelsis, and you will realize how she appreciates -the rights and the noble traits of the brute creation, and how her own -great heart has gone out to her pets. She closes one article, Dogs whom -I have Met, with these words: “One thing I think must be clear: until a -man has learned to feel for all his sentient fellow-creatures, whether -in human or in brute form, of his own class and sex and country, or of -another, he has not yet ascended the first step toward true -civilization, nor applied the first lesson from the love of God.” - -Edward Jesse, in his book, now rare and hard to obtain, on dogs, says, -“Histories are more full of samples of the fidelity of dogs than of -friends.” A French writer declares that, excepting women, there is -nothing on earth so agreeable or so necessary to the comfort of man as -the dog. Think of the shepherd, his flock collected by his indefatigable -dog, who guards both them and his master’s cottage at night; satisfied -with a slight caress and coarsest food. The dog performs the service of -a horse in more northern regions, while in Cuba and other hot countries -is the terror of the runaway negroes. In destruction of wild beasts or -the less dangerous stag, or in attacking the bull, the dog has shown -permanent courage. He defends his master, saves from drowning, warns of -danger, serves faithfully in poverty and distress, leads the blind. When -spoken to, does his best to hold conversation by tail, eyes, ears; -drives cattle to and from pasture, keeps herds and flocks within bounds, -points out game, brings shot birds, turns a spit, draws provision carts -and sledges, likes or abhors music, detecting false notes instantly; -announces strangers, sounds a note of warning in danger, is the last to -forsake the grave of a friend, sympathizes and rejoices with every mood -of his master. The collie is the only dog who has a reputation for -piety, his liking to go to kirk and his proper behaviour there being -well known. Whenever Stanislaus, the unfortunate King of Poland, wrote -to his daughter, he always concluded with “Tristram, my companion in -misfortune, licks your feet.” That one friend stuck by in his adversity. -We see inherited tendencies in dogs as in children—what Paley calls “a -propensity previous to experience and independent of instruction”—as -Saint Bernard puppies scratching eagerly at snow, and young pointers -standing steadily on first seeing poultry; a well-bred terrier pup will -show ferocity. The anecdotes of achievements of pet dogs are marvellous. -Leibnitz related to the French Academy an account of a dog he had seen -which was taught to speak, and would call intelligibly for tea, coffee, -chocolate, and made collections of white, shining stones. - -We read of dogs who know when Sunday comes; who watch for the butcher’s -cart only at his stated time for appearance; who will beg for a penny to -buy a pie or bun, and then go to the baker’s and purchase; who exercise -forethought and providence, burying bones for future need. Some seem to -have some moral sense, ashamed of stealing, sometimes making -retribution, scolding puppies for stealing meat; others are as depraved -as human beings, slipping their collars and undoing the collar of -another dog to go marauding, then returning, put their heads back into -the collar.[1] - -Footnote 1: - - Darwin said, “Since publishing The Descent of Man I have got to - believe rather more than I did in dogs having what may be called a - _conscience_.” - -Landseer’s dogs used to pose for him with more patience than many other -sitters. Some one said of him that he had “discovered the dog.” He was -so devoted to them that when the wittiest of divines and divinest of -wits (of course I mean Sydney Smith) was asked to sit to him, he -replied, “‘Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this thing?’” The -artist spoke of a Newfoundland who had saved many from drowning as “a -distinguished member of the Humane Society.” Hamerton, in his charming -Chapters on Animals, tells us stories, almost too wonderful for belief, -of some French poodles who came to visit him. These canine guests played -dominoes, sulked when they had to draw from the bank, retired mortified -when beaten; also played cards, were skilful spellers in several -languages, and quick in arithmetic. - -Each breed has its own defenders and adherents. Olive Thorne Miller -usually writes of birds or odd pets; but in Home Pets we find a most -interesting tale of a collie, which she gives, to illustrate the -characteristics of that family: - -“Nearly one hundred and fifty years ago, in the early days of our nation -and during the French and Indian War, this collie was a great pet in the -family of a colonial soldier, and was particularly noted for his -antipathy to Indians, whom he delighted to track. On one campaign -against the French the dog insisted on accompanying his master, although -his feet were in a terrible condition, having been frozen. During the -fight, which ended in the famous Braddock’s defeat, the collie was -beside his master, but when it was over they had become separated, and -the soldier, concluding that his pet had been killed, went home without -him. Some weeks after, however, the dog appeared in his old home, -separated from the battlefield by many miles and thick forests. He was -tired and worn, but over his feet were fastened neat moccasins, showing -that he had been among Indians, who had been kind to him. Moreover, he -soon showed that he had changed his mind about his former foe, for -neither bribes nor threats could ever induce him to track an Indian. His -generous nature could not forget a kindness, even to please those he -loved enough to seek under so great difficulties.” - -This reminds me of several dog stories. - -The following interesting letter is published in the London Spectator: - -“Being accustomed to walk out before breakfast with two Skye terriers, -it was my custom to wash their feet in a tub, kept for the purpose in -the garden, whenever the weather was wet. One morning, when I took up -the dog to carry him to the tub he bit me so severely that I was obliged -to let him go. No sooner was the dog at liberty than he ran down to the -kitchen and hid himself. For three days he refused food, declined to go -out with any of the family, and appeared very dejected, with a -distressed and unusual expression of countenance. - -“On the third morning, however, upon returning with the other dog, I -found him sitting by the tub, and upon coming toward him he immediately -jumped into it and sat down in the water. After pretending to wash his -legs, he jumped out as happy as possible, and from that moment recovered -his usual spirits. - -“There appears in this instance to have been a clear process of -reasoning, accompanied by acute feeling, going on in the dog’s mind from -the moment he bit me until he hit upon a plan of showing his regret and -making reparation for his fault. It evidently occurred to him that I -attached great importance to this footbath, and if he could convince me -that his contrition was sincere, and that he was willing to submit to -the process without a murmur, I should be satisfied. The dog, in this -case, reasoned with perfect accuracy, and from his own premises deduced -a legitimate conclusion which the result justified.” - -I like to read of the dog who waited on the town clerk of Amesbury for -his license. “The possessor of the dog in question is red-headed George -Morrill, and red-headed George Morrills never (hardly ever) lie, and -from him we learn the following facts: It appears that Mr. Morrill, who -was busy at the time, and desired to have his pet properly licensed, -wrote on a slip of paper as follows: ‘Mr. Collins, please give me my -license. Charlie.’ Inclosing this, with two dollars, in an envelope, he -gave it to the dog, telling him to go to Mr. Collins and get his -license. On arriving at the town clerk’s office he found Mr. Collins -busy, and being a well-bred dog waited until the gentleman was at -liberty, when he made his presence known. Mr. Collins, observing the -envelope in his mouth, took it, and immediately the dog assumed a -sitting posture, remaining thus until the officer made out the proper -license, and, inclosing this in an envelope, handed it to his dogship, -who instantly raised himself to his full length, making a bow with his -head, and, coming down to his natural position, wagged his tail -satisfactorily and departed for home. The dog is well known on the -street for his sagacity and intelligence, but this has rather capped any -of his previous performances.” - - -One of the best stories about the intelligence of dogs which has been -told for some time was repeated a few days ago by an officer of the -Pennsylvania Railroad Company. He said that one of the men in the -passenger department had a dog that could tell the time of day. The -owner of the dog had a fine clock in his office, and he got into the -habit of making the dog tap with his paw at each stroke of the clock. -After a while the dog did so without being told, and as the clock gave a -little cluck just before striking, the dog would get into position, -prick up his ears, and tap out the time. If the clock had struck one and -a little while afterward his owner imitated the preliminary cluck of the -clock, the dog would give two taps with his paw, and so on for any hour. -He knew just how the hours ran and how many taps to give for each one. - -We must of course believe a clergyman’s story of a dog, the Rev. C. J. -Adams, in The Dog Fancier: - -“Not ‘Tige,’ concerning whom I have told a number of stories in this -department. Tiger is another dog, and a fine fellow he is. His hair is -short, and he is as black as night. I have met him but once, and that -was at a clericus at the house of his master—the Rev. Peter Claude -Creveling, at Cornwall, N. Y. He is probably four feet and a half long -as to his body. He stands nearly as high as an ordinary table. He has a -fine head—wonderfully large brain chambers. His eyes are extremely -intelligent and expressive. His master loves him with a great, -boisterous love characteristic of the man—who will be a great, -attractive, lovable boy when he is eighty. I greet him, and hope that he -may abide in the flesh till he is one hundred and eighty. But I took up -my pen to write about the dog—not the master. The dog and the master are -well mated. Tiger is the dog for the master, and Mr. Creveling is the -master for the dog. We hardly ever meet but before we are through -shaking hands Mr. Creveling begins telling me something about Tiger. -This occurred, as usual, at a hotel where I was entertaining the clergy -a month or so ago. The story was wonderful, and is vouched for by -reliable witnesses. - -“Tiger occupies the same room with Mr. and Mrs. Creveling at night. A -sheet is spread for him on the floor beside the bed. They think as much -of him as they would of a child. When he is restless during the night, -Mr. Creveling will put his hand out and pat his head, speaking to him -soothingly. During the day the sheet on which Tiger sleeps ‘o’ nights’ -is kept under a washstand. This much, that what follows may be -understood. Now, on a certain Sunday Mr. and Mrs. Creveling, the young -lady, and all other members of the household were away—excepting Tiger. -He was left locked in the house. When they returned, and Mrs. Creveling -went to her room, she found that Tiger had spent a good portion of the -time of his incarceration in that room and on the bed. The bed was in a -very tumbled and not very clean condition—the condition in which the -occupancy of such a dog would naturally leave it—a condition which any -careful housewife can easily imagine—and which she can not imagine -without a shudder. Mrs. Creveling cried out. Mr. Creveling came running. -After him came Tiger. Mr. Creveling said: ‘Tiger, Tiger, see what you -have done! You have ruined your missie’s bed. Tiger, Tiger, I feel like -crying!’ Tiger’s head and tail both dropped. Without saying another -word, Mr. Creveling went down stairs and into his study, threw himself -on a large sofa, and covered his face and pretended to cry. Tiger, who -had followed him, threw himself down on a rug beside the sofa and cried -too. Mr. Creveling had faith in the dog’s intelligence. He believed that -he had learned a lesson. - -“Within a few days the family were all away again. Again Tiger was left -in the house alone. When the family returned, Mrs. Creveling again went -to her room. Tiger had been there again in her absence. He had again -been on the bed. But Tiger’s sheet—the one upon which he slept at night -was there too. And the sheet was spread out, covering the bed. And there -had been no one to spread out the sheet for Tiger. He had spread it out -for himself. Is not here a display of intelligence—of intelligence in -activity in employment—of reason? What had Tiger done? He had put his -nose under the washstand and pulled the sheet out. He had put the sheet -on the bed. He had spread the sheet out over the bed. What had been -Tiger’s train of thought? This, or something very much like it: ‘I want -to lie on that bed because it reminds me of my absent master and -mistress. But I don’t dare to do so. I will give offence if I do so. I -will be punished. Why am I not wanted to lie on the bed? Because I soil -it. What shall I do? There is the sheet—my sheet. They don’t care if I -lie on that. I will spread the sheet over the bed. What a great head I -have!’ The reader understands, of course, that I am not claiming that -Tiger has sufficient command of the English language to even -subjectively express himself as I have represented him. I have only -tried to bring as strongly as possible to the reader’s mind the fact -that a train of thought must have passed through the dog’s mind. And a -train of thought could not pass through his mind if he hadn’t a mind. -Having a mind, then what? He thinks. He reasons. What else? If my mind -is immortal why not Tiger’s? And remember that I can prove the truth of -every detail of this story by three witnesses—Mr. Creveling, his wife, -and his wife’s friend. No court would ask more.” - - -Jules Janin’s dog made him a literary man. His favourite walk was in -Luxembourg Garden, where he was delighted to see his dog gambol. The dog -made another dog’s acquaintance, and they became so attached to each -other that their masters were brought together and became friends. The -new friend urged him to better his fortunes by writing for the -newspapers, and introduced him to La Lorgnette, from which time he -constantly rose. In 1828 he was appointed dramatic critic of the Journal -des États, and his popularity there lasted undiminished for twenty -years. - -London has a home for lost and starving dogs, for the benefit of which a -concert was recently given. Had Richard Wagner been alive, he would have -doubtless bought a box for this occasion. One of the greatest sorrows of -his life was the temporary loss of his Newfoundland dog in London. - -Here is a quaint story which shows the gentle Elia in a most -characteristic way: “Just before the Lambs quitted the metropolis,” says -Pitman, “they came to spend a day with me at Fulham and brought with -them a companion, who, dumb animal though he was, had for some time past -been in the habit of giving play to one of Charles Lamb’s most amiable -characteristics—that of sacrificing his own feelings and inclinations to -those of others. This was a large and very handsome dog, of a rather -curious and sagacious breed, which had belonged to Thomas Hood, and at -the time I speak of, and to oblige both dog and master, had been -transferred to the Lambs, who made a great pet of him, to the entire -disturbance and discomfiture, as it appeared, of all Lamb’s habits of -life, but especially of that most favourite and salutary of all—his long -and heretofore solitary suburban walks; for Dash—that was the dog’s -name—would never allow Lamb to quit the house without him, and when out, -would never go anywhere but precisely where it pleased himself. The -consequence was, that Lamb made himself a perfect slave to this dog, who -was always half a mile off from his companion, either before or behind, -scouring the fields or roads in all directions, up and down ‘all manner -of streets,’ and keeping his attendant in a perfect fever of anxiety and -irritation from his fear of losing him on the one hand, and his -reluctance to put the needful restraint upon him on the other. Dash -perfectly well knew his host’s amiable weakness in this respect, and -took a doglike advantage of it. In the Regent’s Park, in particular, -Dash had his _quasi_-master completely at his mercy, for the moment they -got within the ring he used to squeeze himself through the railing and -disappear for half an hour together in the then inclosed and thickly -planted greensward, knowing perfectly well that Lamb did not dare to -move from the spot where he (Dash) had disappeared, till he thought -proper to show himself again. And they used to take this walk oftener -than any other, precisely because Dash liked it, and Lamb did not.” - -Beecher said that “in evolution, the dog got up before the door was -shut.” If there were not reason, mirthfulness, love, honour, and -fidelity in a dog, he did not know where to look for them, And Huxley -has devoted much attention to the study of canine ability. He once -illustrated, by the skeleton of the animal being raised on hind legs, -that in internal construction the only difference between man and dog -was one of size and proportion. There was not a bone in one which did -not exist in the other, not a single constituent in the one that was not -to be found in the other, and by the same process he could prove that -the dog had a mind. His own dog was certainly not a mere piece of -animate machinery. He once possessed a dog which he frequently left -among the thousands frequenting Regent’s Park to secrete himself behind -a tree. So soon as the animal found that he had lost his master, he laid -his nose to the ground and soon tracked him to his hiding place. He -believed there was no fundamental faculty connected with the reasoning -powers that might not be demonstrated to exist in dogs. He did not -believe that dogs ever took any pleasure in music; but this seems not to -be always the case. Adelaide Phillips, the famous contralto, told me -that her splendid Newfoundland Cæsar was quite a musician. She gave him -singing lessons regularly. “I see him now,” she said, “his fore paws -resting on my knee. I would say: ‘Now the lesson begins. Look at me, -sir. Do as I do.’ Then I would run down the scale in thirds, and Cæsar, -with head thrown back and swaying from side to side, would really sing -the scale. He would sing the air of The Brook very correctly. But it was -the best sport to see him attempt the operatic.” Here her gestures -became showy and impressive, as if on the stage, and her mimicking of -the dog’s efforts to follow her were comical in the extreme. Sometimes -(so quickly did he catch all the tricks of the profession) he would not -sing until urged again and again. Sometimes he would be “out of voice,” -and make most discordant sounds. He has an honoured grave at her country -home in Marshfield, where Webster also put up a stone in memory of his -horse Greatheart. - -Charlotte Cushman loved animals, especially dogs and horses; and her -blue Skye terrier Bushie, with her human eyes and uncommon intelligence, -has a permanent place in the memoirs of her mistress. Miss Cushman would -say, “Play the piano, Bushie,” and Bush knew perfectly well what was -meant, and would go through the performance, adding a few recitative -barks with great gravity and _éclat_. The phrase “human eyes” recalls -what Blackmore, the novelist—who has a genuine, loving appreciation of -our dear dumb animals—says of a dog in Christowell: “No lady in the land -has eyes more lucid, loving, eloquent, and even if she had, they would -be as nothing without the tan spots over them.” - -Patti has many pets, and always takes some dog with her on her travels, -causing great commotion at hotels. She also leaves many behind her as a -necessity. She has an aviary at her castle in Wales, and owns several -most loquacious parrots. - -Miss Mitford’s gushing eulogy upon one of her numerous dogs is too -extravagant to be quoted at length: “There never was such a dog. His -temper was, beyond comparison, the sweetest ever known. Nobody ever saw -him out of humour, and his sagacity was equal to his temper.... I shall -miss him every moment of my life. We covered his dead body with flowers; -every flower in the garden. Everybody loved him, dear saint, as I used -to call him, and as I do not doubt he now is. Heaven bless him, beloved -angel!” - -Mr. Fields writes: “Miss Mitford used to write me long letters about -Fanchon, a dog whose personal acquaintance I had made some time before -while on a visit to her cottage. Every virtue under heaven she -attributed to that canine individual, and I was obliged to allow in my -return letters that since our planet began to spin nothing comparable to -Fanchon had ever run on four legs.” - -Mrs. Browning was fond of pets, especially of her dog Flush, presented -by Miss Mitford, which she has immortalized in a sonnet and a long and -exquisite poem: - - - FLUSH OR FAUNUS. - - You see this dog. It was but yesterday - I mused forgetful of his presence here; - Till thought on thought drew downward tear on tear; - When from the pillow, where wet-cheeked I lay, - A head as hairy as Faunus’ thrust its way - Right sudden against my face, two golden, clear, - Great eyes astonished mine; a drooping ear - Did flap me on either cheek to dry the spray. - I started first; as some Arcadian - Amazed by goatly god in twilight grove; - But as the bearded vision closelier ran - My tears off, I knew Flush, and rose above - Surprise and sadness; thanking the true Pan - Who by low creatures leads to heights of love. - -The poem is equally beautiful: - - - TO FLUSH, MY DOG. - - Other dogs may be thy peers - Haply in these drooping ears - And this glossy fairness. - - But of _thee_ it shall be said, - This dog watched beside a bed - Day and night unweary; - Watched within a curtained room, - Where no sunbeam brake the gloom - Round the sick and weary. - - Roses gathered for a vase - In that chamber died apace, - Beam and breeze resigning; - This dog only waited on, - Knowing that when light is gone - Love remains for shining. - - Other dogs in thymy dew - Tracked the hares and followed through - Sunny moor or meadow; - This dog only crept and crept - Next a languid cheek that slept, - Sharing in the shadow. - - Other dogs of loyal cheer - Bounded at the whistle clear, - Up the woodside hieing; - This dog only watched in reach - Of a faintly uttered speech, - Or a louder sighing. - - And if one or two quick tears - Dropped upon his glossy ears, - Or a sigh came double, - Up he sprang in eager haste, - Fawning, fondling, breathing fast - In a tender trouble. - - And this dog was satisfied - If a pale, thin hand would glide - Down his dewlaps sloping, - Which he pushed his nose within, - After platforming his chin - On the palm left open. - - This dog, if a friendly voice - Call him now to blither choice - Than such chamber keeping, - “Come out,” praying from the door, - Presseth backward as before, - Up against me leaping. - - Therefore to this dog will I, - Tenderly, not scornfully, - Render praise and favour; - With my hand upon his head, - Is my benediction said, - Therefore and forever. - - · · · · · - -Mrs. Browning said in a note to this poem: “This dog was the gift of my -dear and admired friend, Miss Mitford, and belongs to the beautiful race -she has rendered celebrated among English and American readers.” - -Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd, addressed a long poem to his dog, ending: - - When my last bannock’s on the hearth, - Of that thou canna want thy share; - While I ha’e house or hauld on earth, - My Hector shall ha’e shelter there. - -Another favourite was honoured by Dr. Holland, the essayist, lecturer, -magazine editor, and poet: - - - TO MY DOG BLANCO. - - My dear, dumb friend, low lying there, - A willing vassal at my feet, - Glad partner of my home and fare, - My shadow in the street. - - I look into your great brown eyes, - Where love and loyal homage shine, - And wonder where the difference lies - Between your soul and mine! - - For all of good that I have found - Within myself or human kind, - Hath royally informed and crowned - Your gentle heart and mind. - - I scan the whole broad earth around - For that one heart which, leal and true, - Bears friendship without end or bound, - And find the prize in you. - - I trust you as I trust the stars; - Nor cruel loss, nor scoff of pride, - Nor beggary, nor dungeon bars, - Can move you from my side! - - As patient under injury - As any Christian saint of old, - As gentle as a lamb with me, - But with your brothers bold; - - More playful than a frolic boy, - More watchful than a sentinel, - By day and night your constant joy - To guard and please me well. - - I clasp your head upon my breast— - The while you whine and lick my hand— - And thus our friendship is confessed, - And thus we understand! - - Ah, Blanco! did I worship God - As truly as you worship me, - Or follow where my Master trod - With your humility— - - Did I sit fondly at his feet, - As you, dear Blanco, sit at mine, - And watch him with a love as sweet, - My life would grow divine! - -Maria Edgeworth wrote to her aunt, Mrs. Ruxton, in 1819, “I see my -little dog on your lap, and feel your hand patting his head, and hear -your voice telling him that it is for Maria’s sake he is there.” - -What a pathetic friendship existed between Emily Brontë and the dog whom -she was sure could understand every word she said to him! “She always -fed the animals herself; the old cat; Flossy, her favourite spaniel; -Keeper, the fierce bulldog, her own constant dear companion, whose -portrait, drawn by her own spirited hand, is still extant. And the -creatures on the moor were all in a sense her pets and familiar with -her. The intense devotion of this silent woman to all manner of dumb -creatures has something almost inexplicable. As her old father and her -sisters followed her to the grave they were joined by another mourner, -Keeper, Emily’s dog. He walked in front of all, first in the rank of -mourners, and perhaps no other creature had loved the dead woman quite -so well. When they had laid her to sleep in the dark, airless vault -under the church, and when they had crossed the bleak churchyard and had -entered the empty house again, Keeper went straight to the door of the -room where his mistress used to sleep, and laid down across the -threshold. There he howled piteously for many days, knowing not that no -lamentations could wake her any more.” - -Dogs were supposed by the ancient Gaels to know of the death of a -friend, however far they might be separated. But this is getting too -gloomy. Do you know how the proverb originated “as cold as a dog’s -nose”? An old verse tells us: - - There sprang a leak in Noah’s ark, - Which made the dog begin to bark; - Noah took his nose to stop the hole, - And hence his nose is always cold. - -No one has expressed more appreciation of the noble qualities of dogs -than the abstracted, philosophic Wordsworth. - - - INCIDENT - - _Characteristic of a Favourite Dog._ - - On his morning rounds the master - Goes to learn how all things fare; - Searches pasture after pasture, - Sheep and cattle eyes with care; - And, for silence or for talk, - He hath comrades in his walk; - Four dogs, each pair of different breed, - Distinguished two for scent and two for speed. - - See a hare before him started! - Off they fly in earnest chase; - Every dog is eager-hearted, - All the four are in the race: - And the hare whom they pursue, - Hath an instinct what to do; - Her hope is near: no turn she makes; - But, like an arrow, to the river takes. - - Deep the river was, and crusted - Thinly by a one night’s frost; - But the nimble hare hath trusted - To the ice, and safely crost; - She hath crossed, and without heed - All are following at full speed, - When, lo! the ice, so thinly spread, - Breaks—and the greyhound, Dart, is over head! - - Better fate have Prince and Swallow— - See them cleaving to the sport! - Music has no heart to follow, - Little Music, she stops short. - She hath neither wish nor heart, - Hers is now another part: - A loving creature she, and brave! - And fondly strives her struggling friend to save. - - From the brink her paws she stretches, - Very hands as you would say! - And afflicting moans she fetches, - As he breaks the ice away. - For herself she hath no fears, - Him alone she sees and hears, - Makes efforts and complainings; nor gives o’er - Until her fellow sank, and reappeared no more. - - - TRIBUTE - - _To the Memory of the Same Dog._ - - Lie here, without a record of thy worth, - Beneath a covering of the common earth! - It is not from unwillingness to praise, - Or want of love, that here no stone we raise; - More thou deservest; but _this_ man gives to man, - Brother to brother, _this_ is all we can. - Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear - Shall find thee through all changes of the year: - This oak points out thy grave; the silent tree - Will gladly stand a monument of thee. - -Cowper, who tenderly loved all animals, did not fail to honour a dog -with a poetical tribute in The Dog and the Water Lily, celebrating the -devotion of “my spaniel, prettiest of his race.” - - It was the time when Ouse displayed - His lilies newly blown; - Their beauties I intent surveyed, - And one I wished my own. - - With cane extended far, I sought - To steer it close to land; - But still the prize, though nearly caught, - Escaped my eager hand. - - Beau marked my unsuccessful pains - With fixed, considerate face, - And puzzling set his puppy brains - To comprehend, the case. - - But chief myself, I will enjoin, - Awake at duty’s call, - To show a love as prompt as thine - To Him who gives us all. - - But with a chirrup clear and strong, - Dispersing all his dream, - I thence withdrew, and followed long - The windings of the stream. - - My ramble finished, I returned. - Beau, trotting far before, - The floating wreath again discerned, - And, plunging, left the shore. - - I saw him, with that lily cropped, - Impatient swim to meet - My quick approach, and soon he dropped - The treasure at my feet. - - Charmed with this sight, the world, I cried, - Shall hear of this, thy deed: - My dog shall mortify the pride - Of man’s superior breed. - -Forster tells us fully of Dickens’s devotion to his many dogs, quoting -the novelist’s inimitable way of describing his favourites. In Dr. -Marigold there is an especially good bit about “me and my dog.” - -“My dog knew as well as I did when she was on the turn. Before she broke -out he would give a howl and bolt. How he knew it was a mystery to me, -but the sure and certain knowledge of it would wake him up out of his -soundest sleep, and would give a howl and bolt. At such times I wished I -was him.” After the death of child and wife, he says: “Me and my dog was -all the company left in the cart now, and the dog learned to give a -short bark when they wouldn’t bid, and to give another and a nod of his -head when I asked him ‘Who said half a crown?’ He attained to an immense -height of popularity, and, I shall always believe, taught himself -entirely out of his own head to growl at any person in the crowd that -bid as low as sixpence. But he got to be well on in years, and one night -when I was convulsing York with the spectacles he took a convulsion on -his own account, upon the very footboard by me, and it finished him.” - -Mr. Laurence Hutton, in the St. Nicholas, has lately expressed his -sentiments about dogs, as follows: - -“It was Dr. John Brown, of Edinburgh, I think, who spoke in sincere -sympathy of the man who “led a dog-less life.” It was Mr. “Josh -Billings,” I know, who said that in the whole history of the world there -is but one thing that money can not buy—to wit, the wag of a dog’s tail. -And it was Prof. John C. Van Dyke who declared the other day, in -reviewing the artistic career of Landseer, that he made his dogs too -human. It was the great Creator himself who made dogs too human—so human -that sometimes they put humanity to shame. - -“I have been the friend and confidant of three dogs, who helped to -humanize me for the space of a quarter of a century, and who had souls -to be saved, I am sure, and when I cross the Stygian River I expect to -find on the other shore a trio of dogs wagging their tails almost off in -their joy at my coming, and with honest tongues hanging out to lick my -hands and my feet. And then I am going, with these faithful, devoted -dogs at my heels, to talk dogs over with Dr. John Brown, Sir Edward -Landseer, and Mr. Josh Billings.” - - -Do dogs have souls—a spark of life that after death lives on elsewhere? - -Many have hoped so, from Wesley to the little boy who has lost his -cherished comrade. - -It is certain that dogs show qualities that in a man would be called -reason, quick apprehension, presence of mind, courage, self-abnegation, -affection unto death. - -At the close of this chapter may I be allowed to tell of two of my -special friends—one a fox terrier, owned by Mr. Howard Ticknor, of -Boston; the other my own interesting pet—who have never failed to learn -any trick suggested to them? Antoninus Pius, called Tony for short, goes -through more than a score of wonderful accomplishments, such as playing -on the piano, crossing his paws and looking extremely artistic, if not -inspired, dancing a skirt dance, spinning on a flax wheel, performing on -a tambourine swung by a ribbon round his neck; plays pattycake with his -mistress. And my own intelligent Yorkshire terrier mounts a chair back -and preaches with animation, eloquence, and forcible gestures; knocks -down a row of books and then sits on them, as a book reviewer; stands in -a corner with right paw uplifted, as a tableau of Liberty enlightening -the World; rings a bell repeatedly and with increasing energy, to call -us to the table; sings with head and eyes uplifted, to accompaniment of -harmonica—and each is just beginning his education. - -I have read lately an account of a knowing dog, with a sort of sharp -cockney ability, who used to go daily with penny in mouth and buy a -roll. Once one right out of the oven was given to him; he dropped it, -seized his money off the counter, and changed his baker. - - - - - COMPLIMENTS TO CATS. - - You may own a cat, but cannot govern one. - - - TO A KITTEN. - - But not alone by cottage fire - Do rustics rude thy feats admire; - The learnèd sage, whose thoughts explore - The widest range of human lore; - Or, with unfettered fancy fly - Through airy heights of poesy; - Pausing, smiles with altered air - To see thee climb his elbow-chair, - Or, struggling with the mat below, - Hold warfare with his slippered toe. - JOANNA BAILLIE. - - - - - CATS. - - -God made the cat in order to give to man the pleasurable sense of having -caressed the tiger. - - - MÉRY. - - -Public sentiment is not so unanimously in favour of cats, yet they have -had their warm admirers, while in Egypt they were adored as -divine—worshipped as an emblem of the moon. When a cat died, the owners -gave the body a showy funeral, went into mourning, and shaved off their -eyebrows. Diodorus tells of a Roman soldier who was condemned to death -for killing a cat. It is said that Cambyses, King of Persia, when he -went to fight the Egyptians, fastened before every soldier’s breast a -live cat. Their enemies dared not run the risk of hurting their sacred -pets, and so were conquered. - -Artists, monarchs, poets, diplomatists, religious leaders, authors, have -all condescended to care for cats. A mere list of their names would make -a big book. For instance, Godefroi Mind, a German artist, was called the -Raphael of Cats. People would hunt him up in his attic, and pay large -prices for his pictures. In the long winter evenings he amused himself -carving tiny cats out of chestnuts, and could not make them fast enough -for those who wanted to buy. Mohammed was so fond of his cat Muezza that -once, when she was sleeping on his sleeve, he cut off the sleeve rather -than disturb her. Andrew Doria, one of the rulers of Venice, not only -had a portrait painted of his pet cat, but after her death had her -skeleton preserved as a treasure. Richelieu’s special favourite was a -splendid Angora, his resting place being the table covered with state -papers. Montaigne used to rest himself by a frolic with his cat. -Fontenelle liked to place his “Tom” in an armchair and deliver an -oration before him. The cat of Cardinal Wolsey sat by his side when he -received princes. Petrarch had his pet feline embalmed and placed in his -apartment. - -You see, the idea of the cat being the pet of old maids alone is far -from true. Edward Lear, of Nonsense Verses fame, wrote of himself: - - He has many friends, laymen and clerical; - Old Foss is the name of his cat; - His body is perfectly spherical; - He weareth a runcible hat. - -Wordsworth wrote about a Kitten and the Falling Leaves. A volume of two -hundred and eighty-five pages of poems in all languages, consecrated to -the memory of a single cat, was published at Milan in 1741. Shelley -wrote verses to a cat. - -It seems unjust to assert that the cat is incapable of personal -attachment, when she has won the affection of so many of earth’s great -ones. The skull of Morosini’s cat is preserved among the relics of that -Venetian worthy. Andrea Doria’s cat was painted with him. Sir Henry -Wyat’s gratitude to the cat who saved him from starvation in the Tower -of London by bringing him pigeons to eat, caused this remark: “You shall -not find his picture anywhere but with a cat beside him.” Cowper often -wrote about his cats and kittens. Horace Walpole wrote to Gray, mourning -the loss of his handsomest cat, and Gray replied: “I know Zara and -Zerlina, or rather I knew them both together, for I can not justly say -which was which. Then, as to your handsomest cat, I am no less at a -loss; as well as knowing one’s handsomest cat is always the cat one -likes best, or, if one be alive and the other dead, it is usually the -latter that is handsomest. Besides, if the point were so clear, I hope -you do not think me so ill bred as to forget my interest in the -survivor—oh, no! I would rather seem to mistake, and imagine, to be -sure, that it must be the tabby one.” It was the tabby; her death being -sudden and pitiful, tumbling from a “lofty vase’s side” while trying to -secure a goldfish for her dinner. Gray sent Walpole an ode inspired by -the misfortune, in which he said: - - What woman’s heart can gold despise? - What cat’s averse to fish? - -and thus describes the final scene: - - Eight times emerging from the flood, - She mewed to every watery god - Some speedy aid to send. - No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred, - Nor cruel Tom nor Susan heard. - A favourite has no friend. - -Upon Gray’s death, Walpole placed Zerlina’s vase upon a pedestal marked -with the first stanza. - -Jeremy Bentham at first christened his cat Langbourne; afterward, Sir -John Langbourne; and when very wise and dignified, the Rev. Sir John -Langbourne, D. D. Pius IX allowed his cat to sit with him at table, -waiting his turn to be fed in a most decorous manner. Théophile Gautier -tells us how beautifully his cats behaved at the dinner table. A friend -visiting Bishop Thirlwall in his retirement, thought he looked weary, -and asked him to take the big easy-chair. “Don’t you see who is already -there?” said the great churchman, pointing to a cat asleep on the -cushion. “She must not be disturbed.” Helen Hunt Jackson devoted a large -book to the praise of cats and kittens. We know that Isaac Newton was -fond of cats, for did he not make two holes in his barn door—a big one -for old pussy to go in and out, and a little one for the kitty? - -Among French authors we recall Rousseau, who has much to say in favour -of felines. Colbert reared half a dozen cats in his study, and taught -them many interesting tricks. The cat supplied Perrault with one of the -most attractive subjects of his stories, and under the magical pen of -this admirable story-teller, Puss in Boots has become an example of the -power of work, industry, and _savoir-faire_. Gautier scoffs at storms -raging without, as long as he has - - Sur mes genoux un chat qui se joue et folâtre, - Un livre pour veiller, un fauteil pour devenir. - -Béranger, in his idyl The Cat, makes an intelligent cat a go-between of -lovers. Baudelaire returned from his wanderings in the East a devotee of -cats, and addressed to them several fine bits of verse; they are seen in -his poetry, as dogs in the paintings of Paul Veronese. Here is a sample: - - Come, beauty, rest upon my loving heart, - But cease thy paws’ sharp-nailèd play, - And let me peer into those eyes that dart - Mixed agate and metallic ray. - -Again: - - Grave scholars and mad lovers all admire - And love, and each alike, at his full tide - Those suave and puissant cats, the fireside’s pride, - Who like the sedentary life and glow of fire. - -How he enjoys, nay, revels in the musical purr!— - - Those tones which purl and percolate - Deep down into my shadowy soul, - Exalt me like a fine tune’s roll, - And yield the joy love philters make. - - There is no note in the world, - Nor perfect instrument I know, - Can lift my heart to such a glow - And set its vibrant chord in whirl, - As thy rich voice mysterious. - -Champfleury, another French writer, has recorded that, visiting Victor -Hugo once, he found, in a room decorated with tapestries and Gothic -furniture, a cat enthroned on a dais, and apparently receiving the -homage of the company. Sainte-Beuve’s cat sat on his desk, and walked -freely over his critical essays. “I value in the cat,” says -Chateaubriand, “that indifferent and almost ungrateful temper which -prevents itself from attaching itself to any one; the indifference with -which it passes from the _salon_ to the housetop.” Marshal Turenne -amused himself for hours in playing with his kittens. The great general, -Lord Heathfield, would often appear on the walls of Gibraltar at the -time of the famous siege, attended by his favourite cats. Montaigne -wrote: “When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her -more sport than she makes me? We mutually divert each other with our -play. If I have my hour to begin or refuse, so has she.” As George Eliot -puts it, “Who can tell what just criticisms the cat may be passing on us -beings of wider speculation?” Chateaubriand’s cat Micette is well known. -He used to stroke her tail, to notify Madame Récamier that he was tired -or bored. - -Cats and their friendships are not spoken of in the Bible. But they are -mentioned in Sanskrit writing two thousand years old, and, as has been -said before, they were household pets and almost idols with the -Egyptians, who mummied them in company with kings and princes. They were -also favourites in India and Persia, and can claim relationship with the -royal felines of the tropics. Simonides, in his Satire on Women, the -earliest extant, sets it down that froward women were made from cats, -just as most virtuous, industrious matrons were developed from beer. In -Mills’s History of the Crusades the cat was an important personage in -religious festivals. At Aix, in Provence, the finest he cat was wrapped -like a child in swaddling clothes and exhibited in a magnificent shrine: -every knee bent, every hand strewed flowers. - -Several cats have been immortalized by panegyrics and epitaphs from -famous masters. Joachim de Bellay has left this pretty tribute: - - C’est Beland, mon petit chat gris— - Beland, qui fut peraventure - Le plus bel œuvre que nature - Fit onc en matière de chats. - -The pensive Selima, owned by Walpole, was mourned by Gray, and from the -Elegy we get the favourite aphorism, “A favourite has no friends.” -Arnold mourned the great Atossa. One of Tasso’s best sonnets was -addressed to his favourite cat. Cats figure in literature from Gammer -Gurton’s Needle to our own day. Shakespeare mentions the cat forty-four -times—“the harmless, necessary cat,” etc. Goldsmith wrote: - - Around in sympathetic mirth - Its tricks the kitten tries; - The cricket chirrups in the hearth, - The crackling fagot flies. - -Joanna Baillie wrote in the same strain. - -In one of Gay’s fables about animals the cat is asked what she can do to -benefit the proposed confederation. She answers scornfully: - - ... These teeth, these claws, - With vigilance shall serve the cause. - The mouse destroyed by my pursuit - No longer shall your feasts pollute, - Nor eat, from nightly ambuscade - With watchful teeth your stores invade. - -The story of Dick Whittington and his cat is doubtless true. All the -pictorial and architectural relics of Whittington represent him with the -cat—a black and white cat—at his left hand, or his hand resting on a -cat. One of the figures that adorned the gate at Newgate represented -Liberty with the figure of a cat lying at her feet. Whittington was a -former founder. In the cellar of his old house at Gloucester there was -found a stone, probably part of a chimney, showing in _basso-rilievo_ -the figure of a boy carrying in his arms a cat. Cowper has a poem on A -Cat retired from Business. Heinrich’s verses are well known, or should -be: - - The neighbours’ old cat often - Came to pay us a visit. - We made her a bow and a courtesy, - Each with a compliment in it. - - After her health we asked, - Our care and regard to evince; - We have made the very same speeches - To many an old cat since. - -This translation was by Mrs. Browning; many others have tried it with -success. Alfred de Musset apostrophized his cats in verse. Paul de Koch -frequently describes a favourite cat in his novels. Hoffman, the German -novelist, introduces cats into his weird and fantastic tales, and Poe -has given us The Black Cat. Keats composed a - - - SONNET TO A CAT: - - Cat, who has passed thy grand climacteric, - How many mice and rats hast in thy days - Destroyed? How many tidbits stolen? Gaze - With those bright languid segments green, and prick - Those velvet ears, but prythee do not stick - Thy latent talons in me, and tell me all thy frays, - Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick; - Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists, - For all thy wheezy asthma, and for all - Thy tail’s tip is nicked off, and though the fists - Of many a maid have given thee many a maul, - Still is thy fur as when the lists - In youth thou enteredst on glass-bottled wall. - -Clinton Scollard writes tenderly of his lost - - - GRIMALKIN: - - _An Elegy on Peter, aged Twelve._ - - In vain the kindly call; in vain - The plate for which thou once wast fain - At morn and noon and daylight’s wane, - O king of mousers. - No more I hear thee purr and purr - As in the frolic days that were, - When thou didst rub thy velvet fur - Against my trousers. - - How empty are the places where - Thou erst wert frankly debonair, - Nor dreamed a dream of feline care, - A capering kitten. - The sunny haunts where, grown a cat, - You pondered this, considered that, - The cushioned chair, the rug, the mat, - By firelight smitten. - - Although of few thou stood’st in dread, - How well thou knew’st a friendly tread, - And what upon thy back or head - The stroking hand meant! - A passing scent could keenly wake - Thy eagerness for chop or steak. - Yet, puss, how rarely didst thou break - The eighth commandment! - - Though brief thy life, a little span - Of days compared with that of man, - The time allotted to thee ran - In smoother meter. - Now with the warm earth o’er thy breast, - O wisest of thy kind and best, - Forever mayst thou softly rest, - _In pace_—Peter. - -Agnes Repplier, in her Essays in Idleness and Dozy Hours, tells us of -Agrippina and her child. Charles Dudley Warner gave to the world a -character sketch of his cat Calvin. - -A young girl who was in the house with Mr. Whittier, and of whom he was -very fond, went to him one day with tearful eyes and a rueful face and -said: “My dear little kitty Bathsheba is dead, and I want you to write a -poem to put on her gravestone. I shall bury her under a rose bush!” -Without a moment’s hesitation the poet said: - - Bathsheba! to whom none ever said scat! - No worthier cat - Ever sat on a mat - Or caught a rat; - _Requiescat!_ - -Cats are made very useful. The English Government keeps cats in public -offices, dockyards, stores, shipping, and so on. In Vienna, four cats -are employed by town magistrates to catch mice on the premises of the -municipality with a regular allowance, voted for their keeping, during -active service, afterward placed on the retired list with comfortable -pension; much better cared for than college professors or superannuated -ministers in our country. There are a certain number of cats in the -United States Post Office to protect mail bags from rats and mice; also, -in the Imperial Printing Office in France, a feline staff with a keeper. -Cats are given charge of empty corn sacks, so that they shall not be -nibbled and devoured. Cats are invaluable to farmers in barns and -outhouses, stables, and newly mown fields. - -There are many proverbs about the cat. Shakespeare says, - - Letting I dare not wait upon I would, - Like the poor cat i’ the adage, - -meaning, expressed in another proverb, - - The cat loves fish, but does not like - To wet her paws. - - Good liquor will make a cat speak. - - Not room to swing a cat. - -They used to swing a cat to the branch of a tree as a mark to shoot at. - - Honest as the cat when the meal is out of reach. - - Let the cat out of the bag. - -A cat was sometimes substituted for a sucking pig, and carried in a bag -to market. If a greenhorn chose to buy without examination, very well; -but if he opened the bag the trick was discovered, and he “let the cat -out of the bag.” - - Sick as a cat. - - Touch not a cat without a glove. - - What can you have of a cat but her skin? - - To be made a cat’s paw of, - -referring to the fable of the monkey who took the paw of a cat to get -some roasted chestnuts from the hot ashes. - - Who is to bell the cat? - -alluding to the cunning old mouse who suggested that they should hang a -bell on the cat’s neck to let all mice know of her approach. -“Excellent,” said a wise young mouse, “but who will undertake the job?” - -Madame Henriette Ronner has given up half of her long artistic career to -the study of cats, producing a cat world as impressive as the cattle -world of Potter or the stag and dog world of Landseer. Harrison Weirs is -one of Pussy’s most devoted adherents. He originated cat shows at -Crystal Palace, London. He says that dogs, large or small, are generally -useless; while a cat, whether petted or not, is of service. Without her, -rats and mice would overrun the house. If there were not millions of -cats there would be billions of vermin. He believes that cats are more -critical in noticing than dogs, as he has seen a cat open latched doors -and push back bolt or bar; they will wait for the butcher, hoping for -bits of meat, looking for him only on his stated days, and know the time -for the luncheon bell to ring. Dogs often bite when angry; cats seldom. -They will travel a long distance to regain home; form devoted -attachments to other animals, as horses, cocks, collies, cows, hens, -rabbits, squirrels, and even rats, and can be taught to respect the life -of birds. - -Exactly opposite opinions are held by others, equally good and fair -judges, and with these the cat is considered selfish, spiteful, crafty, -treacherous, and, like a low style of politician, subservient only to -the power that feeds them, and provides a warm berth to snuggle down in. -And we find many anecdotes, well authenticated, proving them to be -docile, affectionate, good-tempered, tractable, and even possessed of -something very like intellect. In the life of Sir David Brewster, by his -daughter, we find that a cat in the house entered his room one day and -made friendship in the most affectionate manner; “looked straight at -him, jumped on my father’s knee, placed a paw on each shoulder, and -kissed him as distinctly as a cat could. From that time the philosopher -himself provided her breakfast every morning from his own plate, till -one day she disappeared, to the unbounded sorrow of her master. Nothing -was heard of her for nearly two years, when Pussy walked into the house, -neither thirsty nor footsore, made her way without hesitation to the -study, jumped on my father’s knee, placed a paw on each shoulder and -kissed him, exactly as on the first day.” - -Cats can be trained to shake hands, jump over a stick, sit up on hind -legs, come at a whistle, beg like a dog, but we seldom take the trouble -to find out how easily they can be taught. Madame Piozzi (Mrs. Thrale) -tells us of Dr. Johnson’s kindness to his cat, named Hodge. When the -creature had grown old and fastidious from illness, and could eat -nothing but oysters, the gruff old lexicographer always went out himself -to buy Hodge’s dinner. Boswell adds: “I recollect Hodge one day -scrambling up Dr. Johnson’s breast apparently with much satisfaction, -while my friend, smiling and half whistling, rubbed down his back and -pulled him by the tail, and when I observed he had a fine cat, saying, -‘Why yes, sir, but I have had cats whom I liked better than this,’ and -then, as if perceiving Hodge to be out of countenance, adding, ‘But he -is a fine cat, a very fine cat indeed.’ He once gave a ludicrous account -of the despicable state of a young gentleman of good family. ‘Sir, when -I heard of him last he was running about town shooting cats.’ And then, -in a sort of friendly reverie, he added, ‘But Hodge sha’n’t be shot; no, -Hodge sha’n’t be shot.’” And this from the gruff, dogmatic thunderer who -snubbed or silenced every antagonist. Even the selfish, courtly Lord -Chesterfield left a permanent pension for his cats and their -descendants. Robert Southey has written a Memoir of the Cats of Greta -Hall. He liked to see his cats look plump and healthy, and tried to make -them comfortable and happy. When they were ill he had them carefully -nursed by the “ladies of the kitchen,” and doctored by the Keswick -apothecary. Indeed, cats and kittens were so petted and fondled at Greta -Hall by old and young that Southey sometimes called the place “Cats’ -Eden.” In a letter to one of his cat-loving friends he says that “a -house is never perfectly furnished for enjoyment unless there is a child -in it rising three years old, and a kitten rising three weeks.” This -memorial gives such truthful and impartial biographies of his -rat-catching friends that he deserves to be known and admired as the -Plutarch of Cats. The history was compiled for his daughter. He begins -in this way: “Forasmuch, most excellent Edith May, as you must always -feel a natural and becoming concern in whatever relates to the house -wherein you were born, and in which the first part of your life has thus -far so happily been spent, I have for your instruction and delight -composed these memoirs, to the end that the memory of such worthy -animals may not perish, but be held in deserved honour by my children -and those who shall come after them.” The sketch is too long to be -given, but it is sparkling with fun and at times tragic with sad -adventures. Their names were as remarkable as their characters: Madame -Bianchi; Pulcheria Ovid, so called because he might be presumed to be a -master in the art of love; Virgil, because something like Ma-ro might be -detected in his notes of courtship; Othello, black and jealous; Prester -John, who turned out not to be of John’s gender, and therefore had the -name altered to Pope Joan; Rumpelstilchen, a name borrowed from Grimm’s -Tales, and Hurlyburlybuss. Rumpelstilchen lived nine years. After -describing various cats, their adventures and misadventures, Madame -Bianchi disappeared, and Pulcheria soon after died of a disease epidemic -at that time among cats. “For a considerable time afterward an evil -fortune attended all our attempts at re-establishing a cattery. Ovid -disappeared and Virgil died of some miserable distemper. The Pope, I am -afraid, came to a death of which other popes have died. I suspect that -some poison which the rats had turned out of their holes proved fatal to -their enemy. For some time I feared we were at the end of our -cat-a-logue, but at last Fortune, as if to make amends for her late -severity, sent us two at once, the never-to-be-enough-praised -Rumpelstilchen, and the equally-to-be-admired Hurlyburlybuss. And ‘first -for the first of these,’ as my huge favourite and almost namesake Robert -South says in his sermons.” He then explains at length a German tale in -Grimm’s collection (a most charming tale it is, too), which gave the -former cat his strange and magi-sonant appellation. “Whence came -Hurlyburlybuss was long a mystery. He appeared here as Manco Capac did -in Peru and Quetzalcohuatl among the Aztecs—no one knew whence. He made -himself acquainted with all the philofelists of the family, attaching -himself more particularly to Mrs. Lorell; but he never attempted to -enter the house, frequently disappeared for days, and once since my -return for so long a time that he was actually believed to be dead and -veritably lamented as such. The wonder was, whither did he retire at -such times, and to whom did he belong; for neither I in my daily walks, -nor the children, nor any of the servants, ever by chance saw him -anywhere except in our own domain. There was something so mysterious in -this that in old times it might have excited strong suspicion, and he -would have been in danger of passing for a witch in disguise, or a -familiar. The mystery, however, was solved about four weeks ago, when, -as we were returning home from a walk up the Greta, Isabel saw him on -his transit across the road and the wall from Shulicson in a direction -toward the hill. But to this day we are ignorant who has the honour to -be his owner in the eye of the law, and the owner is equally ignorant of -the high favour in which Hurlyburlybuss is held, of the heroic name he -has obtained, and that his fame has extended far and wide; yea, that -with Rumpelstilchen he has been celebrated in song, and that his glory -will go down to future generations. A strong enmity existed between -these two cats of remarkable nomenclature, and many were their -altercations. Some weeks ago Hurlyburlybuss was manifestly emaciated and -enfeebled by ill health, and Rumpelstilchen with great magnanimity made -overtures of peace. The whole progress of the treaty was seen from the -parlour window. The caution with which Rumpel made his advances, the -sullen dignity with which they were received, their mutual uneasiness -when Rumpel, after a slow and wary approach seated himself whisker to -whisker with his rival, the mutual fear which restrained not only teeth -and claws but even all tones of defiance, the mutual agitation of their -tails, which, though they did not expand with anger could not be kept -still for suspense, and lastly the manner in which Hurly retreated, like -Ajax, still keeping his face toward his old antagonist, were worthy to -have been represented by that painter who was called the Raphael of -Cats. The overture, I fear, was not accepted as generously as it was -made, for no sooner had Hurlyburlybuss recovered strength than -hostilities were recommenced with greater violence than before. Dreadful -were the combats which ensued.... All means of reconciling them and -making them understand how goodly a thing it is for cats to dwell -together in peace, and what fools they are to quarrel and tear each -other, are vain. The proceedings of the Society for the Abolition of War -are not more utterly ineffectual and hopeless. All we can do is to act -more impartially than the gods did between Achilles and Hector, and -continue to treat both with equal regard.” I will only add the closing -words: “And thus having brought down these Memoirs of the Cats of Greta -Hall to the present day, I commit the precious memorial to your keeping. -Most dissipated and light-heeled daughter, your most diligent and -light-hearted father, Keswick, 18 June, 1824.” Rumpel lived nine years, -surrounded by loving attentions, and when he died, May 18, 1833, Southey -wrote to an old friend, Grosvenor Bedford: “Alas! Grosvenor, this day -poor old Rumpel was found dead, after as long and happy a life as cat -could wish for, if cats form wishes on that subject. There should be a -court mourning in cat land, and if the Dragon (a cat of Mr. Bedford’s) -wear a black ribbon around his neck, or a band of crepe, _à la -militaire_, round one of the forepaws, it will be but a becoming mark of -respect. As we have no catacombs here, he is to be decently interred in -the orchard, and catnip planted on his grave.” - -Among modern celebrities who are fond of cats are the actress, Ellen -Terry, who loves to play with kittens on the floor; Mr. Edmund Yates, -the late novelist and journalist, whose cat used to sit down to dinner -beside her master; and Julian Hawthorne, who has a faithful friend in -his noble Tom, who invariably sits on his shoulder while he is writing. -And when Tom thinks enough work has been done for one sitting, he gets -down to the table and pulls away the manuscript. A cat denoted liberty, -and was carved at the feet of the Roman Goddess of Liberty. Cats are -seldom given credit for either intelligence or affection, but many -trustworthy anecdotes prove that they possess both, and also that they -seem to understand what is said, not only to them but about them. They -are more unsophisticated than the dog; civilization to them has not yet -become second nature. - - - A CAT STORY. - -You may be interested in hearing of the crafty trick of a black Persian. -Prin is a magnificent animal, but withal a most dainty one, showing -distinct disapproval of any meat not cooked in the especial way he -likes, viz., roast. The cook, of whom he is very fond, determined to -break this bad habit. Stewed or boiled meat was accordingly put ready -for him, but, as he had often done before, he turned from it in disgust. -However, this time no fish or roast was substituted. For three days the -saucer of meat was untouched, and no other food given. But on the fourth -morning the cook was much rejoiced at finding the saucer empty. Prin ran -to meet her, and the good woman told her mistress how extra affectionate -that repentant cat was that morning. He did enjoy his dinner of roast -that day (no doubt served with a double amount of gravy). It was not -till the pot-board under the dresser was cleaned on Saturday that his -artfulness was brought to light. There, in one of the stewpans back of -the others, was the contents of the saucer of stewed meat. There was no -other animal about the place, and the other two servants were as much -astonished as the cook at the clever trick played on them by this -terribly spoiled pet of the house. But the cook was mortified at the -thought of that saucer of roast beef. I know this story to be true, and -I have known the cat for the last nine or ten years. It lives at -Clapham. - - -I will close this catalogue of feline attractions with two conundrums: -Why does a cat cross the road? Because it wants to get to the other -side. What is that which never was and never will be? A mouse’s nest in -a cat’s ear. - - - - - ALL SORTS. - - God made all the creatures and gave them our love and our fear, - To give sign, we and they are his children, one family here. - BROWNING’S SAUL. - - - - - ALL SORTS. - - - If thy heart be right, then will every creature be to thee a mirror - of life, and a book of holy doctrine.—THOMAS À KEMPIS. - - -It would be pleasant to believe it was a proof of a good and tender -nature to delight in pets, but men and women, notorious for cruelty and -bad lives, have been devoted to them, lavishing tenderness, elsewhere -denied. Catullus, the famous Roman poet, wrote a lament for Lesbia’s -Sparrow; Lesbia, the shameless, false-hearted beauty who could weep for -a dead bird, but poison her husband! You often see pretty plaster heads -of Lesbia with the bird perched upon her finger, her face bent toward it -with a look that is a caress. And the poem has not lost its grace or -charm through all the centuries. - - - ON THE DEATH OF LESBIA’S SPARROW. - - Mourn, all ye Loves and Graces! mourn, - Ye wits, ye gallants, and ye gay! - Death from my fair her bird has torn— - Her much-loved sparrows snatched away. - - Her very eyes she prized not so, - For he was fond, and knew my fair - Well as young girls their mothers know, - And sought her breast and nestled there. - - Once, fluttering round from place to place, - He gaily chirped to her alone; - But now that gloomy path must trace - Whence Fate permits none to return. - - Accursèd shades o’er hell that lower, - Oh, be my curses on you heard! - Ye, that all pretty things devour, - Have torn from me my pretty bird. - - Oh, evil deed! Oh, sparrow dead! - Oh, what a wretch, if thou canst see - My fair one’s eyes with weeping red, - And know how much she grieves for thee. - -James I, of England, whom Dickens designates as “His Sowship,” to -express his detestation of his character, had a variety of dumb -favourites. Although a remorseless destroyer of animals in the chase, he -had an intense pleasure in seeing them around him happy and well cared -for in a state of domesticity. In 1623 John Bannat obtained a grant of -the king’s interest in the leases of two gardens and a tenement in the -Nuriones, on the condition of building and maintaining a house wherein -to keep and rear his Majesty’s newly imported silkworms. Sir Thomas -Dale, one of the settlers of the then newly formed colony of Virginia, -returning to Europe on leave, brought with him many living specimens of -American zoölogy, among them some flying squirrels. This coming to his -Majesty’s ears, he was seized with a boyish impatience to add them to -the private menageries in St. James’s Park. At the council table and in -the circle of his courtiers he recurs again and again to the subject, -wondering why Sir Thomas had not given him “the first pick” of his cargo -of curiosities. He reminded them how the recently arrived Muscovite -ambassador had brought him live sables, and, what he loved even better, -splendid white gyrfalcons of Iceland; and when Buckingham suggested that -in the whole of her reign Queen Elizabeth had never received live sables -from the Czar, James made special inquiries if such were really the -case. Some one of his loving subjects, desirous of ministering to his -favourite hobby, had presented him with a cream-coloured fawn. A nurse -was immediately hired for it, and the Earl of Shrewsbury commissioned to -write as follows to Miles Whytakers, signifying the royal pleasure as to -future procedure: “The king’s Majesty hath commissioned me to send this -rare beast, a white hind calf, unto you, together with a woman, his -nurse, that hath kept it and bred it up. His Majesty would have you see -it be kept in every respect as this good woman doth desire, and that the -woman be lodged and boarded by you until his Majesty come to Theobald’s -on Monday next, and then you shall know further of his pleasure. What -account his Majesty maketh of this fine beast you may guess, and no man -can suppose it to be more rare than it is; therefore I know that your -care of it will be accordingly. So in haste I bid you my hearty -farewell. At Whitehall, this 6th of November, 1611.” - -About 1629 the King of Spain effected an important diversion in his own -favour by sending the king—priceless gift—an elephant and five camels. -Going through London after midnight, says a state paper, they could not -pass unseen, and the clamour and outcry raised by some street loiterers -at sight of their ponderous bulk and ungainly step, roused the sleepers -from their beds in every street through which they passed. News of this -unlooked-for addition to the Zoölogical Garden is conveyed to Theobald’s -as speedily as horseflesh, whip and spur, could do their work. Then -arose an interchange of missives to and fro betwixt the king, my lord -treasurer, and Mr. Secretary Connay, grave, earnest, deliberate, as -though involving the settlement or refusal of some treaty of peace. In -muttered sentences, not loud but deep, the thrifty lord treasurer shows -“how little he is in love with royal presents, which cost his master as -much to maintain as could a garrison.” No matter. Warrants are issued to -the officers of the Mews and to Buckingham, master of the horse, that -the elephant is to be daily well dressed and fed, but that he should not -be led forth to water, nor any admitted to see him without directions -from his keeper. The camels are to be daily grazed in the park, but -brought back at night with all possible precautions to secure them from -the vulgar gaze. The elephant had two Spaniards and two Englishmen to -take care of him, and the royal quadruped had royal fare. His keepers -affirm that from the month of September till April he must drink not -water but wyne; and from April to September “he must have a gallon of -wyne the day.” His winter allowance was six bottles per diem, but -perhaps his keepers relieved him occasionally of a portion of the -tempting beverage which they probably thought too good to waste on an -animal even if it be a royal elephant. - -When Voltaire was living near Geneva he owned a large monkey which used -to attack and even bite both friends and enemies. This repulsive pet one -day gave his master three wounds in the leg, obliging him for some time -to hobble on crutches. He had named the creature Luc, and in -conversation with intimate friends he also gave the King of Prussia the -same name, because, said he, “Frederick is like my monkey, who bites -those who caress him.” As a contrast, remember how the hermit, Thoreau, -used to cultivate the acquaintance of a little mouse until it became -really tame and would play a game of bopeep with his eccentric friend. - -Nothing seems too odd or disagreeable to be regarded with affection. -Lord Erskine, who always expressed a great interest in animals, had at -one time two leeches for favourites. Taken dangerously ill at -Portsmouth, he fancied that they had saved his life. Every day he gave -them fresh water and formed a friendship with them. He said he was sure -that both knew him, and were grateful for his attentions. He named them -Home and Cline, for two celebrated surgeons, and he affirmed that their -dispositions were quite different; in fact, he thought he distinguished -individuality in these black squirmers from the mire. - -Even pigs have had the good fortune to interest persons of genius. -Robert Herrick had a pet pig which he fed daily with milk from a silver -tankard, and Miss Martineau had the same odd fancy. She, too, had a pet -pig which she had washed and scrubbed daily. When too ill to superintend -the operation she would listen at her window for piggie’s squeal, -advertising that the operation had commenced. - -John Wilson, better known as Christopher North, loved many pets, and was -as unique in his methods with them as in all other things. His intense -fondness for animals and birds was often a trial to the rest of the -family, as when his daughter found he had made a nest for some young -gamecocks in her trunk of party dresses which was stored in the attic. -On his library table, where “fishing rods found company with Ben Jonson -and Jeremy Taylor reposed near a box of barley-sugar,” a tame sparrow he -had befriended hopped blithely about, master of the situation. This tiny -pet imagined itself the most important occupant of the room. It would -nestle in his waistcoat, hop upon his shoulder, and seemed influenced by -constant association with a giant, for it grew in stature until it was -alleged that the sparrow was gradually becoming an eagle. - -The Rev. Gilbert White, who wrote the Natural History of Selborne, -speaks of a tortoise which he petted, saying, “I was much taken with its -sagacity in discerning those that show it kind offices, for as soon as -the good old lady comes in sight who has waited on it for more than -thirty years, it hobbles toward its benefactress with awkward alacrity, -but remains inattentive to strangers.” Thus not only “the ox knoweth his -owner and the ass his master’s crib,” but the most abject reptile and -torpid of beings distinguishes the hand that feeds it, and is touched -with the feelings of gratitude. Think of Jeremy Bentham growing a sort -of vetch in his garden to cram his pockets with to feed the deer in -Kensington Gardens! “I remember,” says his friend who tells the story, -“his pointing it out to me and telling me the virtuous deer were fond of -it, and ate it out of his hand.” Like Byron, he once kept a pet bear, -but he was in Russia at the time, and the wolves got into the poor -creature’s box on a terrible night and carried off a part of his face, a -depredation which the philosopher never forgot nor forgave to his dying -day. He always kept a supply of stale bread in a drawer of his dining -table for the “mousies.” - -The Brownings had many pets, among them an owl, which after death was -stuffed and given an honoured position in the poet’s library. Sydney -Smith professed not to care for pets, especially disliking dogs; but he -named his four oxen Tug and Lug, Haul and Crawl, and dosed them when he -fancied they needed medicine. Miss Martineau relates that a phrenologist -examining Sydney’s head announced, “This gentleman is a naturalist, -always happy among his collections of birds and fishes.” “Sir,” said -Sydney, turning upon him solemnly with wide-open eyes—“sir, I don’t know -a fish from a bird.” But this ignorance and indifference were all -assumed. His daughter, writing of his daily home life, says: “Dinner was -scarcely over ere he called for his hat and stick and sallied forth for -his evening stroll. Each cow and calf and horse and pig were in turn -visited and fed and patted, and all seemed to welcome him; he cared for -their comforts as he cared for the comforts of every living being around -him.” He used to say: “I am for all cheap luxuries, even for animals; -now, all animals have a passion for scratching their back bones; they -break down your gates and palings to effect this. Look, this is my -Universal Scratcher, a sharp-edged pole resting on a high and low post, -adapted to every height, from a horse to a lamb. Even the Edinburgh -Reviewer can take his turn; you have no idea how popular it is.” Who -could resist repeating just here the wit’s impromptu epigram upon the -sarcastic, diminutive Jeffrey when the caustic critic was surprised -riding on the children’s pet donkey? “I still remember the joy-inspiring -laughter that burst from my father at this unexpected sight, as, -advancing toward his old friend, with a face beaming with delight, he -exclaimed: - - Witty as Horatius Flaccus, - As great a Jacobin as Gracchus, - Short, though not as fat as Bacchus, - Riding on a little jackass.” - -Before saying good-bye to the donkey I must give the appeal of Mr. -Evarts’s little daughter at their summer home in Windsor, Vermont, to -her learned and judicial father; so naïve and irresistible: - - - “DEAR PAPA: Do come home soon. The donkey is so lonesome without - you!” - - -I once heard Mr. Evarts lamenting to Chief-Justice Chase that he had -been badly beaten at a game of High Low Jack by Ben, the learned pig. “I -know now,” said he, “why two pipes are called a hog’s head. It is on -account of their great capacity!” - -One would fancy that a busy lawyer would have no time to give to pets, -but this is far from true. Burnet, in his life of Sir Matthew Hale, the -most eminent lawyer in the time of Charles I and Cromwell, says of him, -that “his mercifulness extended even to his beasts, for when the horses -that he had kept long grew old, he would not suffer them to be sold or -much wrought, but ordered his man to turn them loose on his grounds and -put them only to easy work, such as going to market and the like. He -used old dogs also with the same care; his shepherd having one that was -blind with age, he intended to have killed or lost him, but the judge -coming to hear of it made one of his servants bring him home and feed -him till he died. And he was scarce ever seen more angry than with one -of his servants for neglecting a bird that he kept so that it died for -want of food.” - -Daniel Webster’s fondness for animals is well known. When his friends -visited him at Marshfield the first excursion they must take would be to -his barns and pastures, where he would point out the beauties of an -Alderney, and mention the number of quarts she gave daily, with all a -farmer’s pride, adding, “I know, for I measured it myself.” Choate used -to tell a story _à propos_ of this. Once, when spending the Sabbath at -Marshfield, he went to his room after breakfast to read. Soon there came -an authoritative knock at the door, and Mr. Webster shouted, “What are -you doing, Choate?” He replied, “I’m reading.” “Oh,” said Webster, “come -down and see the pigs.” - -He would often rout up his son Fletcher at a provokingly early hour to -go out and hold a lantern while he fed the oxen with nubs of corn; and, -noticing a decided lack of enthusiasm in Fletcher, would say: “You do -not enjoy this society, my son; it’s better than I find in the Senate.” -It was a touching scene when on the last day, when he sat in his loved -library, he longed to look once more into the kindly faces of his honest -oxen, and had them driven up to the window to say good-bye. Speaking of -Choate recalls a comical story about his finding in his path, during a -summer morning’s walk, a dozen or more dorbeetles sprawling on their -backs in the highway enjoying the warm sunshine. With great care he -tipped them all over into a normal position, when a friend coming along -asked curiously, “What are you doing, Mr. Choate?” “Why, these poor -creatures got overturned, and I am helping them to take a fresh start.” -“But,” said the other, “they do that on purpose; they are sunning -themselves, and will go right back as they were.” This was a new idea to -the puzzled pleader, but with one of those rare smiles which lit up his -sad, dark face so wonderfully, he said: “Never mind, I’ve put them -right; if they go back, it is at their own risk.” And an interesting -anecdote is told in his biography of his touch of human sympathy for -inanimate objects: “When as a boy he drove his father’s cows, he says, -more than once when he had thrown away his switch, he has returned to -find it, and has carried it back and thrown it under the tree from which -he took it, for he thought, ‘Perhaps there is, after all, some yearning -of Nature between them still.’” - -There are enough anecdotes about birds as pets to fill another big book. -One of Dickens’s most delightful characters was ponderous, impetuous -Lawrence Boythorn, with his pet bird lovingly circling about him. In -Washington, in Salmon P. Chase’s home, when he was Secretary of the -Treasury, lived a pet canary, one of the tamest, which had a special -liking for the grave, reserved statesman. It was allowed to fly about -the room freely, and had an invariable habit of calmly waiting beside -the secretary at dinner until he had used his finger-bowl; then Master -Canary would take possession of it for a bath. In Jean Paul Richter’s -study stood a table with a cage of canaries. Between this and his -writing table ran a little ladder, on which the birds could hop their -way to the poet’s shoulder, where they frequently perched. - -Celia Thaxter loved birds. She writes: “I can not express to you my -distress at the destruction of the birds. You know how I love them; -every other poem I have written has some bird for its subject, and I -look at the ghastly horror of women’s headgear with absolute suffering. -I remonstrate with every wearer of birds. No woman worthy of the name -would wish to be instrumental in destroying the dear, beautiful -creatures, and for such idle folly—to deck their heads like squaws—who -are supposed to know no better—when a ribbon or a flower would serve -their purpose just as well, and not involve this fearful sacrifice.” In -a letter she describes a night visit from birds. - -“Two or three of the earlier were down in the big bay window, and -between two and three o’clock in the morning it began softly to rain, -and all at once the room filled with birds: song sparrows, flycatchers, -wrens, nuthatches, yellow birds, thrushes, all kinds of lovely feathered -creatures fluttered in and sat on picture frames and gas fixtures, or -whirled, agitated, in mid air, while troops of others beat their heads -against the glass outside, vainly striving to get in. The light seemed -to attract them as it does the moths. We had no peace, there was such a -crowd, such cries and chirps and flutterings. I never heard of such a -thing; did you? - -“Oh, the birds! I do believe few people enjoy them as you and I do. The -song sparrows and white-throats follow after me like chickens when they -see me planting. The martins almost light on my head; the humming birds -_do_, and tangle their little claws in my hair; so do the sparrows. I -wish somebody were here to tell me the different birds, and recognise -these different voices. There are more birds than usual this year, I am -happy to say. The women have not assassinated them all for the funeral -pyres they carry on their heads.... What between the shrikes and owls -and cats and weasels and women—worst of all—I wonder there’s a bird left -on this planet. - -“In the yard of the house at Newton, where we used to live, I was in the -habit of fastening bones (from cooked meat) to a cherry tree which grew -close to my sitting-room window; and when the snow lay thick upon the -ground that tree would be alive with blue jays and chickadees, and -woodpeckers, red-headed and others, and sparrows (not English), and -various other delightful creatures. I was never tired watching them and -listening to them. The sweet housekeeping of the martins in the little -boxes on my piazza roof is more enchanting to me than the most -fascinating opera, and I worship music. I think I must have begun a -conscious existence as some kind of a bird in æons past. I love them so! -I am always up at four, and I hear everything every bird has to say on -any subject whatever. Tell me, have you ever tied mutton and beef bones -to the trees immediately around the house where you live for the birds?” - -Matthew Arnold wrote of his canary and cat in a most loving way. - - - POOR MATTHIAS. - - Poor Matthias! Found him lying - Fallen beneath his perch and dying? - Found him stiff, you say, though warm, - All convulsed his little form? - Poor canary, many a year - Well he knew his mistress dear; - Now in vain you call his name, - Vainly raise his rigid frame. - - Vainly warm him in your heart, - Vainly kiss his golden crest, - Smooth his ruffled plumage fine, - Touch his trembling beak with wine. - One more gasp, it is the end, - Dead and mute our tiny friend. - - Poor Matthias, wouldst thou have - More than pity? Claim’st a stave? - Friends more near us than a bird - We dismissed without a word. - Rover with the good brown head, - Great Attossa, they are dead; - Dead, and neither prose nor rhyme - Tells the praises of their prime. - - · · · · · - - Thou hast seen Attossa sage - Sit for hours beside thy cage; - Thou wouldst chirp, thou foolish bird, - Flutter, chirp, she never stirred. - What were now these toys to her? - Down she sank amid her fur; - Eyed thee with a soul resigned, - And thou deemedst cats were kind. - Cruel, but composed and bland, - Dumb, inscrutable and grand, - So Tiberius might have sat - Had Tiberius been a cat. - - Fare thee well, companion dear, - Fare forever well, nor fear, - Tiny though thou art, to stray - Down the uncompanioned way. - We without thee, little friend, - Many years have yet to spend; - What are left will hardly be - Better than we spent with thee. - -Maclise was one of the intimate associates, if we may use the -expression, of Dickens’s celebrated Raven. The letter in which the -bereaved owners announced to Maclise the death of this interesting bird -has been published, but the reply of the artist is now printed for the -first time: - - - “_March 13, 1841._ - - “MY DEAR DICKENS: I received the mournful intelligence of our - friend’s decease last night at eleven, and the shock was great - indeed. I have just dispatched the announcement to poor Forster, who - will, I am sure, sympathize deeply with our bereavement. - - “I know not what to think is the probable cause of his death—I - reject the idea of the Butcher Boy, for the orders he must have in - his (the Raven’s) lifetime received on acct. of the Raven himself - must have been considerable—I rather cling to the notion of _felo de - se_, but this will no doubt come out upon the post mortem. How blest - we are to have such an intelligent coroner in Mr. Wakely! I think he - was just of those grave, melancholic habits which are the noticeable - signs of your intended suicide—his solitary life—those gloomy tones, - when he did speak—which was always to the purpose, witness his last - dying speech—‘Hallo, old girl!’ which breathes of cheerfulness and - triumphant resignation—his solemn suit of raven black which never - grew rusty—altogether his character was the very prototype of a - Byron Hero and even of a Scott—a master of Ravenswood——We ought to - be glad he had his family, I suppose; he seems to have intended it, - however, for his solicitude to deposit in those Banks in the Garden - his savings, were always very touching—I suppose his obsequies will - take place immediately—It is beautiful—the idea of his return soon - after death to the scene of his early youth and all his joyful - associations, to lie with kindred dusts amid his own ancestral - groves, after having come out and made such a noise in the world, - having clearly booked his place in that immortality coach driven by - Dickens. - - “Yes, he committed suicide, he felt he had done it and done with - life—the hundreds of years!! What were they to him? There was - nothing near to live for—and he committed the rash act. - - “Sympathizingly yours, - “D. MACLISE.” - - -The pet dove of Thurlow Weed seemed inconsolable after his death. When -any gentleman called at the house the bird would alight on his shoulder, -coo, and peer into his face. Then finding it was not his dear friend, he -would sadly seek some other perch. Miss Weed writes: “Since the day that -father’s remains were carried away, the affectionate creature has been -seeking for his master. He flies through every room in the house, and -fairly haunts the library. Many times every day the mourning bird comes -and takes a survey of the room. He will tread over every inch of space -on the lounge, and then go to the rug, over which he will walk -repeatedly, as if in expectation of his dead master’s coming. Does not -this seem akin to human grief?” - -Whittier wrote a good deal about his pet parrot. Read his poem called -“The Bird’s Question.” After his tragic end, the Quaker bard wrote of -him: “I have met with a real loss. Poor Charlie is dead. He has gone -where the good parrots go. He has been ailing and silent for some time, -and he finally died. Do not laugh at me, but I am sorry enough to cry if -it would do any good. He was an old friend. Lizzie liked him. And he was -the heartiest, jolliest, pleasantest old fellow I ever saw.” He used to -perch upon the back of his master’s chair at meal time; at times -disgracefully profane, especially when in moments of extreme excitement -he would climb to the steeple by way of the lightning rod, and there he -would dance and sing and swear on a Sunday morning, amusing the -passer-by and shocking his owner. At last he fell down the chimney, and -was not discovered for two days. He was rescued in the middle of the -night, and, although he partially recovered, he soon died. Whittier -said: “We buried poor Charlie decently. If there is a parrot’s paradise -he ought to go there.” He also had a pet Bantam rooster which would -perch on his shoulder, and liked to be buttoned up in his coat. Grace -Greenwood in Heads or Tails speaks of a diplomatic parrot belonging to -Seward, at Washington, taking part in political discussion, trying to -scream Sumner down, and so sympathetic that when his master had a cough -he had symptoms of bronchitis. - -In a trustworthy collection of epitaphs may be found this quaint tribute -with old-fashioned formality to a pet bird: - -“Here lieth, aged three months, the body of Richard Acanthus, a young -person of unblemished character. He was taken in his callow infancy from -the wing of a tender parent by the rough and pitiless hand of a -two-legged animal without feathers. - -“Though born with the most aspiring disposition and unbending love of -freedom he was closely confined in a grated prison, and scarcely -permitted to view those fields of which he had an undoubted charter. - -“Deeply sensible of this infringement of his natural rights, he was -often heard to petition for redress in the most plaintive notes of -harmonious sorrow. At length his imprisoned soul burst the prison which -his body could not, and left a lifeless heap of beauteous feathers. - -“If suffering innocence can hope for retribution, deny not to the gentle -shade of this unfortunate captive the humble though uncertain hope of -animating some happier form; or trying his new-fledged pinions in some -happy Elysium, beyond the reach of MAN, the tyrant of this lower world.” - -Few women are so fond of pets as Sarah Bernhardt. She carries five or -six with her in all her travels. When in New York the French actress has -apartments at the Hoffman House. When the writer last visited her there -he was received, upon entering the sitting room, by half a dozen dogs, -ranging in size and species from the massive St. Bernard to the tiny, -shivering black and tan. - -The actress rose from a low divan and extended one hand to her guest -while she pressed two very small snakes to her bosom with the other. -After she had resumed her seat upon the divan, and while conversing, she -fondled the snakes or allowed them to squirm at will over her person. - -In reply to questions, Madame Bernhardt said that the snakes were used -in the famous scene where Cleopatra presses the asp to her bosom and -dies. The actress explained that the snakes with which she was playing -were presented to her by a gentleman in Philadelphia. She spoke -regretfully of the death of the snakes which she had brought with her -from France, and which had succumbed to the hardships of the ocean -voyage. - -Emily Crawford tells some good stories about “The Elder Dumas,” the most -dashingly picturesque character, surely, in the whole range of -literature. We quote a paragraph showing Dumas’s fondness for animals: - -“At his architectural folly of Monte Cristo, near Saint-Germain-en-Laye, -which he built at a cost of upward of seven hundred thousand francs, and -sold for thirty-six thousand francs in 1848, Dumas had uninclosed -grounds and gardens, which, with the house, afforded lodgings and -entertainment not only to a host of Bohemian ‘sponges,’ but to all the -dogs, cats, and donkeys that chose to quarter themselves in the place. -It was called by the neighbours ‘_la Maison de Bon Dieu_.’ There was a -menagerie in the park, peopled by three apes; Jugurtha, the vulture, -whose transport from Africa, whence Dumas fetched him, cost forty -thousand francs (it would be too long to tell why); a big parrot called -Duval; a macaw named Papa, and another christened Everard; Lucullus, the -golden pheasant; Cæsar, the game-cock; a pea-fowl and a guinea-fowl; -Myeouf II, the Angora cat, and the Scotch pointer, Pritchard. This dog -was a character. He was fond of canine society, and used to sit in the -road looking out for other dogs to invite them to keep him company at -Monte Cristo. He was taken by his master to Ham to visit Louis Napoleon -when a prisoner there. The latter wished to keep Pritchard, but counted -without the intelligence of the animal in asking Dumas before his face -to leave him behind. The pointer set up a howl so piteous that the -governor of the prison withdrew the authorization he had given his -captive to retain him.” - -It is difficult to think of any created thing that has not been found -sufficiently interesting to be petted by some one! - -Pliny tells us of a cow that followed a Pythagorean philosopher on all -his travels. Proud Wolsey was on familiar terms with a venerable carp. -St. Anthony had a fondness for pigs. Frank Buckland took to rats. -Buffon’s toad has become historical. Clive owned a pet tortoise. Gautier -wrote of his lizards, magpie, and chameleon. Butterflies and crickets -have been domesticated and found responsive. Rosa Bonheur used to be -always escorted by two great dogs, one on either side, while in her home -a favourite monkey played upon her staircase, and amused visitors with -its gambols and pranks. Cowper doffed his melancholy to play with hares, -and immortalized his rather ungrateful pensioners in verse: - - Well—one at least is safe. One sheltered hare - Has never heard the sanguinary yell - Of cruel man, exulting in her woes, - Innocent partner of my peaceful home, - Whom ten long years’ experience of my care - Has made at last familiar; she has lost - Much of her vigilant instinctive dread, - Not needful here, beneath a roof like mine. - Yes—thou mayst eat thy bread, and lick the hand - That feeds thee; thou mayst frolic on the floor - At ev’ning, and at night retire secure - To thy straw couch, and slumber unalarmed; - For I have gained thy confidence, have pledged - All that is human in me, to protect - Thine unsuspecting gratitude and love. - If I survive thee, I will dig thy grave; - And, when I place thee in it, sighing say, - I knew at least one hare that had a friend. - -James M. Hoppin, in his Old England, tells of his visit to Olney, where -Cowper lived. He went to the rooms where he kept his hares, Puss, Bess, -and Tiny; of the veteran survivor of this famous trio he says Cowper -wrote: - - Though duly from my hand he took - His pittance every night, - He did it with a jealous look, - And when he could, would bite. - -Dr. John Hall was seen trudging through Central Park last winter, -followed by a troop of frisky little gay squirrels. He had been feeding -nuts to them, and they scattered the snow in clouds as they scampered -along hoping to get more. - -It would be interesting to quote from very many distinguished persons -who believe in the immortality of the lower animals. - -Lord Shaftesbury says: “I have ever believed in a happy future for -animals. I can not say or conjecture how or where, but sure I am that -the love so manifested, by dogs especially, is an emanation from the -Divine essence, and as such it can, or rather it will, never be -extinguished.” - -Frances Power Cobbe wrote: “I entirely believe in a higher existence -hereafter, both for myself and for those whose less happy lives on earth -entitle them far more to expect it, from eternal love and justice.” - -Mr. Somerville said: “The dear animals I believe we shall meet. They -suffer so often here they must live again! Pain seems a poor proof of -immortality, but it is used by theologians, and we find many great souls -who believe and hope that animals may also have another life. Agassiz -believed in this firmly. Bishop Butler saw no reason why the latent -powers and capacities of the lower animals should not be developed in -the future, and in his Analogy of Religion he endeavoured to carry out -this train of thought, and to show that the lower animals do possess -those mental and moral characteristics which we admit in ourselves to -belong to the immortal spirit and not to the perishable body.” - -The Rev. J. G. Wood has written a most interesting book on Man and -Beast: Here and Hereafter, with the especial aim of proving the -immortality of the brute creation, showing that they share with man the -attributes of reason, language, memory, a sense of moral responsibility, -unselfishness, and love, all of which belong to the spirit and not to -the body. - -Bayard Taylor says, “If one should surmise a lower form of spiritual -being yet equally indestructible, who need take alarm?” “Yea, they have -all one breath, so that a man hath no pre-eminence above a beast, for -all is vanity,” said the Preacher, more than two thousand years ago. In -Taylor’s poem to an old horse, Ben Equus, which died on the farm when he -was a young man, he uses the same idea: - - For I may dream fidelity like thine, - May save some essence in thee from decay, - That, not neglected by the Soul Divine, - Thy being rises on some unknown way. - - Some intermediate heaven, where fields are fresh, - And golden stables littered deep with fern; - Where fade the wrongs that horses knew in flesh, - And all the joys that horses felt return. - -Mrs. Charles writes: - - Is all this lost in nothingness, - Such gladness, love, and hope, and trust, - Such busy thought our thoughts to guess, - All trampled into common dust? - - Or is there something yet to come - From all our science all concealed, - About the patient creatures dumb - A secret yet to be revealed? - -Writing of the death of a favourite spaniel, Southey expresses the same -faith: - - ... Mine is no narrow creed, - And he that gave thee being did not frame - The mystery of life to be the sport - Of merciless man. There is another world - For all that live and move—a better one, - Where the proud bipeds who would fain confine - Infinite Goodness to the little bounds - Of their own charity, may envy thee. - -Mrs. Mary Somerville wrote these words at the age of eighty-nine: “If -animals have no future, the existence of many is most wretched. -Multitudes are starved, cruelly beaten, and loaded during life; many die -under a barbarous vivisection. I can not believe that any creature was -created for uncompensated misery; it would be contrary to the attributes -of God’s mercy and justice. I am sincerely happy to find that I am not -the only believer in the immortality of the lower animals.” Lamartine -has the same thought in an address to his dog, and many other wise men -have hoped that such a future was a reality. - -The Rev. Henry Storrs says it is wisest to treat animals kindly, -because, if we are ever to meet them again, it will be pleasanter to -have them on our side. - -Henry Ward Beecher many times owned his love for horses, as in his one -novel, Norwood: - -“I tell you,” said Hiram, turning slightly toward the doctor, “these -horses are jest as near human as is good for ’em. A good horse has sense -jest as much as a man has; and he’s proud, too, and he loves to be -praised, and he knows when you treat him with respect. A good horse has -the best p’ints of a man without his failin’s.” - -“What do you think becomes of horses, Hiram, when they die?” said Rose. - -“Wal, Miss Rose, it’s my opinion that there’s use for horses hereafter, -and that you’ll find there’s a horse-heaven. There’s Scripture for that, -too.” - -“Ah!” said Rose, a little surprised at these confident assertions. “What -Scripture do you mean?” - -“Why, in the Book of Revelation! Don’t it give an account of a white -horse, and a red horse, and black horses, and gray horses? I’ve allers -s’posed that when it said Death rode on a pale horse, it must have been -gray, ’cause it had mentioned white once already. In the ninth chapter, -too, it says there was an army of two hundred thousand horsemen. Now, I -should like to know where they got so many horses in heaven, if none of -’em that die off here go there? It’s my opinion that a good horse’s a -darned sight likelier to go to heaven than a bad man!” - -When we see the superiority of a noble horse to his brutal or drunken -driver, it seems at least possible, and most of us have lost some pet -that we would rather meet again than the majority of our acquaintances. - -Helen Barron Bostwick, after “burying her pretty brown mare under the -cherry tree,” inquires: - - Is this the end? - Do you know? - -and closes her poem as follows: - - Is there aught of harm believing, - That, some newer form receiving, - They may find a wider sphere, - Live a larger life than here? - That the meek, appealing eyes, - Haunted by strange mysteries, - Find a more extended field, - To new destinies unsealed; - Or, that in the ripened prime - Of some far-off summer time, - Ranging that unknown domain, - We may find our pets again. - -Sir Edwin Arnold has translated much that is touching about those who -are devoted to animals. A sinful woman led out to die by stoning was -pardoned by the king, because of her pity, even at that terrible crisis, -for a dying dog: - - Glaring upon the water out of reach, - And praying succor in a silent speech, - So piteous were its eyes which, when she saw, - This woman from her foot her shoe did draw, - Albeit death-sorrowful, and looping up - The long silk of her girdle, made a cup - Of the heel’s hollow, and thus let it sink - Until it touched the cool, black water’s brink, - So filled the embroidered shoe and gave a draught - To the spent beast. - - This brute beast - Testifies for thee, sister! whose weak breast - Death could not make ungentle. I hold rule - In Allah’s stead, who is the merciful, - And hope for mercy; therefore go thou free— - I dare not show less pity unto thee! - -We send missionaries to the East to teach those who in some respects are -well fitted by their pure lives, exalted aims, and mercy toward the -brute creation to instruct us. How exquisite the story of the man who -would not enter heaven and leave his dog behind! - - But the king answered: “O thou Wisest One, - Who knowest what was, and is, and is to be, - Still one more grace: this hound hath ate with me, - Followed me, loved me: must I leave him now?” - - “Monarch,” spake Indra, “thou art now as we— - Deathless, divine—thou art become a god; - Glory and power and gifts celestial, - And all the joys of heaven are thine for aye. - What hath a beast with these? Leave here thy hound.” - Yet Yudhishthira answered: “O Most High, - O thousand-eyed and wisest; can it be - That one exalted should seem pitiless? - Nay, let me lose such glory: for its sake - I would not leave one living thing I loved.” - - Then sternly Indra spake: “He is unclean, - And into Swarga such shall enter not. - The Krodhavasha’s hand destroys the fruits - Of sacrifice, if dogs defile the fire. - Bethink thee, Dharmaraj, quit now this beast; - That which is seemly is not hard of heart.” - - Still he replied: “’Tis written that to spurn - A suppliant equals in offence to slay - A twice-born; wherefore, not for Swarga’s bliss - Quit I, Mahendra, this poor clinging dog. - So without any hope or friend save me, - So wistful, fawning for my faithfulness, - So agonized to die, unless I help - Who among men was called steadfast and just.” - - Quoth Indra: “Nay, the altar flame is foul - Where a dog passeth; angry angels sweep - The ascending smoke aside, and all the fruits - Of offering, and the merit of the prayer - Of him whom a hound toucheth. Leave it here; - He that will enter heaven must enter pure. - Why didst thou quit thy brethren on the way, - And Krishna, and the dear-loved Draupadi, - Attaining firm and glorious, to this mount - Through perfect deeds, to linger for a brute? - Hath Yudhishthira vanquished self, to melt - With one poor passion at the door of bliss? - Stay’st thou for this, who didst not stay for them— - Draupadi, Bhima?” - - But the king yet spake: - “’Tis known that none can hurt or help the dead. - They, the delightful ones, who sank and died, - Following my footsteps, could not live again - Though I had turned, therefore I did not turn; - But could help profit, I had turned to help. - There be four sins, O Sakra, grievous sins: - The first is making suppliants despair, - The second is to slay a nursing wife, - The third is spoiling Brahmans’ goods by force, - The fourth is injuring an ancient friend. - These four I deem but equal to one sin, - If one, in coming forth from woe to weal, - Abandon any meanest comrade then.” - - Straight as he spake, brightly great Indra smiled; - Vanished the hound, and in its stead stood there - The Lord of Death and Justice, Dharma’s self. - Sweet were the words that fell from those dread lips, - Precious the lovely praise: “O thou true king, - Thou that dost bring to harvest the true seed - Of Pandu’s righteousness; thou that hast ruth - As he before, on all which lives! O son, - I tried thee in the Dwaita wood, what time - They smote thy brothers, bringing water; then - Thou prayed’st for Nakula’s life, tender and just, - Not Bhima’s nor Arjuna’s, true to both, - To Madri as to Kunti, to both queens. - Hear thou my word: Because thou didst not mount - This car divine, lest the poor hound be shent - Who looked to thee—lo! there is none in heaven - Shall sit above thee, King Bharata’s son! - Enter thou now to the eternal joys, - Living and in thy form. Justice and love - Welcome thee, monarch; thou shalt throne with them.” - -As a farmer and butter-maker I want to condense a dissertation on The -Intellectual Cow, taken from the London Spectator: - -The writer resents the general impression that the cow is merely a food -machine, and proves that she never yet has had justice done to her -mental qualities, and is entitled to more respectful consideration. - -Cows certainly possess decided individuality, and in every herd will be -found a master mind which leads and domineers over the rest or acts as -ringleader in mischief. They soon learn their own names, and will answer -to them, and seldom make mistakes as to their own stalls. They are also -undoubtedly influenced by affection, and will give down milk more freely -to a friend than to one who is brutal in his manner. - -Moreover, they enjoy petting just as much as humans, and will greet with -delight those who bring offerings of potatoes or apple-parings or bits -of bread, or who will give their heads and necks the luxury of a good -rub. - -Charles Dudley Warner, in Being a Boy, pays a glowing tribute to the -Martial Turkey: - -“Perhaps it is not generally known that we get the idea of some of our -best military manœuvres from the turkey. The deploying of the skirmish -line in advance of an army is one of them. The drum major of our holiday -militia companies is copied exactly from the turkey gobbler: he has the -same splendid appearance, the same proud step, and the same martial -aspect. The gobbler does not lead his forces in the field, but goes -behind them, like the colonel of a regiment, so that he can see every -part of the line and direct its movements. This resemblance is one of -the most singular things in natural history. I like to watch the gobbler -manœuvring his forces in a grasshopper field. He throws out his company -of two dozen turkeys in a crescent-shaped skirmish line, the number -disposed at equal distances, while he walks majestically in the rear. -They advance rapidly, picking right and left, with military precision, -killing the foe and disposing of the dead bodies with the same peck. -Nobody has yet discovered how many grasshoppers a turkey will hold; but -he is very much like a boy at a Thanksgiving dinner—he keeps on eating -as long as the supplies last. The gobbler, in one of these raids, does -not condescend to grab a single grasshopper—at least, not while anybody -is watching him. But I suppose he makes up for it when his dignity can -not be injured by having spectators of his voracity; perhaps he falls -upon the grasshoppers when they are driven into a corner of the field. -But he is only fattening himself for destruction; like all greedy -persons, he comes to a bad end. And if the turkeys had any Sunday -school, they would be taught this.” - -Josh Billings, in his Animile Statistix, proved that he had been a close -observer. 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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: My Literary Zoo - -Author: Kate Sanborn - -Release Date: April 8, 2020 [EBook #61790] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MY LITERARY ZOO *** - - - - -Produced by Richard Tonsing, Sonya Schermann, and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net -(This file was produced from images generously made -available by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class='tnotes covernote'> - -<p class='c000'><b>Transcriber’s Note:</b></p> - -<p class='c000'>The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</p> - -</div> - -<div class='section ph1'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>MY LITERARY ZOO</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='box'> - -<p class='c002'>KATE SANBORN’S BOOKS.</p> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c003'><b>Abandoning an Adopted Farm.</b> -12mo. 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Boards, 50 cents.</p> - -<p class='c002'>“‘Adopting an Abandoned Farm’ has as much laugh to the -square inch as any book we have read this many a day.”—<cite>Boston -Sunday Herald.</cite></p> - -<p class='c004'>“Miss Kate Sanborn has made a name and place for herself -beside the immortal Sam Slick, and has made Gooseville, Connecticut, -as illustrious as Slickville in Onion County, of the same -State.”—<cite>The Critic.</cite></p> - -<p class='c004'>“If any one wants an hour’s entertainment for a warm sunny -day on the piazza, or a cold wet day by a log fire, this is the -book that will furnish it.”—<cite>New York Observer.</cite></p> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c003'><b>A Truthful Woman in Southern -California.</b> 12mo. Cloth, 75 cents.</p> - -<p class='c002'>“Miss Sanborn is certainly a very bright writer, and when a -book bears her name it is safe to buy it and put it aside for delectation -when a leisure hour comes along. This bit of a volume -is enticing in every page, and the weather seemed not to be so -intolerably hot while we were reading it.”—<cite>New York Herald.</cite></p> - -<p class='c004'>“Her descriptions are inimitable, and their brilliancy is enhanced -with quaint and witty observations and brief historical -allusions.... Valuable information and richly entertaining descriptions -are admirably blended in this book.”—<cite>Boston Home -Journal.</cite></p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c005'> - <div>New York: D. APPLETON & CO., 72 Fifth Avenue.</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='titlepage'> - -<div> - <h1 class='c006'>My Literary Zoo</h1> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/titlea.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c005'> - <div>By</div> - <div class='c007'><span class='large'>Kate Sanborn</span></div> - <div class='c007'><span class='small'>Author of Adopting an Abandoned Farm, Abandoning an Adopted Farm, A Truthful Woman in Southern California, Etc.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id002'> -<img src='images/titleb.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>New York</div> - <div>D. Appleton and Company</div> - <div>1896</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div><span class='sc'>Copyright, 1896,</span></div> - <div><span class='sc'>By</span> D. APPLETON AND COMPANY.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c007' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_v'>v</span> - <h2 class='c008'>CONTENTS.</h2> -</div> - -<table class='table0' summary='CONTENTS'> - <tr> - <th class='c009'></th> - <th class='c010'>PAGE</th> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Everybody’s pets</span></td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_1'>1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Devoted to dogs</span></td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_19'>19</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>Cats</span></td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_75'>75</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c009'><span class='sc'>All sorts</span></td> - <td class='c010'><a href='#Page_105'>105</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='section ph1'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>MY LITERARY ZOO.</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span> - <h2 class='c008'>EVERYBODY’S PETS.</h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The world’s not seen him yet,</div> - <div class='line'>Who has not loved a pet.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c002'>Not the human pets of noted persons, -such as Walter Scott’s Pet Marjorie, -that winsome, precocious little -witch, so loved by the “Wizard of the -North,” or Bettina von Arnim, the -eccentric, brilliant girl, whose rhapsodic -idolatry was placidly encouraged -by the great Goethe, but the -dumb favourites of distinguished men -and women.</p> - -<p class='c004'>I must devote a few pages to the -various tributes to insects, birds, and -animals, written about with love, pity, -or admiration, yet not as pets, as Burns’s -address to the Mousie:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I’m truly sorry man’s dominion</div> - <div class='line'>Has broken Nature’s social union,</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span>And justifies that ill opinion,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Which makes thee startle</div> - <div class='line'>At me, thy poor earth-born companion</div> - <div class='line in4'>And fellow-mortal;</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>and another to an unspeakable insect -that rhymes with mouse. We remember, -too, his essay on Inhuman Man, -as he saw a wounded hare limp by. -The fly has often been honoured in -prose or verse, but we all like best the -benevolent speech of dear Uncle Toby -in Tristram Shandy to the overgrown -bluebottle, which had buzzed about -his nose and tormented him cruelly -during dinner, and which, after infinite -attempts, he had caught at last. -“I’ll not hurt thee,” said Uncle Toby; -“I’ll not hurt a hair of thy head. -Go,” said he, lifting up the window—“go, -poor devil, get thee gone. Why -should I hurt thee? This world surely -is wide enough to hold both thee -and me.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Tristram adds, “The lesson then imprinted -has never since been an hour -out of mind, and I often think that I -owe one half of my philanthropy to -that one accidental impression.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>The Greek grasshopper must have -<span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span>been a wonderful creature, a sacred -object, and spoken of as a charming -songster. When Socrates and Phædrus -came to the fountain shaded by -the palm tree, where they had their -famous discourse, Socrates spoke of -“the choir of grasshoppers.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Another makes the insect say to a -rustic who had captured him:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Me, the Nymphs’ wayside minstrel, whose sweet note</div> - <div class='line'>O’er sultry hill is heard, and shady grove to float.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Still another sings how a grasshopper -took the place of a broken string -on his lyre and “filled the cadence -due.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>This Pindaric grasshopper seems -quite unlike the ravaging locust of -the West. Burroughs suggests that -he should be brought to our country, -as some one is trying to introduce the -English lark.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Emerson devotes a poem to the -burly dozing bumblebee, a genuine -optimist:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Wiser far than human seer,</div> - <div class='line'>Yellow-breeched philosopher;</div> - <div class='line'>Seeing only what is fair,</div> - <div class='line'>Sipping only what is sweet.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span>A delightful volume could be compiled -on the literature of bird life, -from the cuckoo, the earliest songster -honoured by the poets, to Matthew -Arnold’s canary. Passing on to animals, -the Lake poets were interested -to a noticeable degree in these humble -companions. In Peter Bell, a poem -that proved Wordsworth’s theories -about poetry to be untenable, the ass -is the hero, a veritable preacher, as in -the days of Balaam. And Coleridge, -greatly to the amusement of his critics, -addressed some lines To a Young -Ass, its Mother being tethered near it:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>How askingly its footsteps hither tend!</div> - <div class='line'>It seems to say, And have I then one friend?</div> - <div class='line'>Innocent foal! thou poor despised forlorn!</div> - <div class='line'>I hail thee brother, spite of the fool’s scorn!</div> - <div class='line'>And fain would take thee with me, in the dell</div> - <div class='line'>Of peace and mild equality to dwell.</div> - <div class='line'>Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride,</div> - <div class='line'>And Laughter tickle Plenty’s ribless side!</div> - <div class='line'>How thou wouldst toss thy heels in gamesome play,</div> - <div class='line'>And frisk about as lamb or kitten gay!</div> - <div class='line'>Yea! and more musically sweet to me</div> - <div class='line'>Thy dissonant harsh bray of joy would be,</div> - <div class='line'>Than warbled melodies that soothe to rest</div> - <div class='line'>The aching of pale fashion’s vacant breast.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span>Wordsworth also wrote on The -White Doe of Rylstone and The -Pet Lamb.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Southey paid his respects to The -Pig and a Dancing Bear:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Alas, poor Bruin! How he foots the pole,</div> - <div class='line'>And waddles round it with unwieldy steps</div> - <div class='line'>Swaying from side to side. The dancing master</div> - <div class='line'>Hath had as profitless a pupil in him</div> - <div class='line'>As when he tortured my poor toes</div> - <div class='line'>To minuet grace, and made them move like clock-work</div> - <div class='line'>In musical obedience.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>After sympathizing with his “piteous -plight” he draws a moral for the advocates -of the slave trade.</p> - -<p class='c004'>He also addressed poems to The Bee -and A Spider; the latter must be given -entire, it is so strong and original in its -comparisons:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Spider! thou needst not run in fear about</div> - <div class='line in2'>To shun my curious eyes;</div> - <div class='line'>I won’t humanely crush thy bowels out</div> - <div class='line in2'>Lest thou should eat the flies;</div> - <div class='line'>Nor will I roast thee with a damned delight,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Thy strange instinctive fortitude to see,</div> - <div class='line'>For there is One who might</div> - <div class='line in2'>One day roast me.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span>Weaver of snares, thou emblemest the ways</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of Satan, sire of lies;</div> - <div class='line'>Hell’s huge black spider, for mankind he lays</div> - <div class='line in2'>His toils, as thou for flies.</div> - <div class='line'>When Betty’s busy eye runs round the room,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Woe to that nice geometry, if seen!</div> - <div class='line'>But where is he whose broom</div> - <div class='line in2'>The earth shall clean?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Thou busy labourer! one resemblance more</div> - <div class='line in2'>May yet the verse prolong,</div> - <div class='line'>For, spider, thou art like the poet poor,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Whom thou hast helped in song.</div> - <div class='line'>Both busily our needful food to win</div> - <div class='line in2'>We work as Nature taught, with ceaseless pains,</div> - <div class='line'>Thy bowels thou dost spin,</div> - <div class='line in2'>I spin my brains.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>You remember that the pertinacity -with which a spider renewed his exertions -after failing six times to fix his -net, roused Bruce to perseverance and -success.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Cackling geese saved Rome, and Caligula -shod his favourite horse with gold -and nominated him for vice consul, as -he considered him vastly superior to -the men who aspired to that honourable -position. Virgil amused his leisure -hours with a gnat. Homer made -pets of frogs and mice.</p> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>The horse has been dearly loved by -many famous people who have not -been ashamed to own it.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Mr. Everett once told a pathetic anecdote -of Edmund Burke, that “in the -decline of his life, when living in retirement -on his farm at Beaconsfield, -the rumour went up to London that -he had gone mad and went round his -park kissing his cows and horses. His -only son had died not long before, -leaving a petted horse which had been -turned into the park and treated as a -privileged favourite. Mr. Burke in his -morning walks would often stop to -caress the favourite animal. On one -occasion the horse recognised Mr. -Burke from a distance, and coming -nearer and nearer, eyed him with the -most pleading look of recognition, and -said as plainly as words could have -said, ‘I have lost him too!’ and then -the poor dumb beast deliberately laid -his head upon Mr. Burke’s bosom. -Overwhelmed by the tenderness of -the animal, expressed in the mute eloquence -of holy Nature’s universal language, -the illustrious statesman for a -moment lost his self-possession and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>clasping his arms around his son’s favourite -animal, lifted up that voice -which had caused the arches of Westminster -Hall to echo the noblest strains -that sounded within them, and wept -aloud. Burke is gone; but, sir, so -hold me Heaven, if I were called -upon to designate the event or the -period in Burke’s life that would best -sustain a charge of insanity, it would -not be when, in a gush of the holiest -and purest feeling that ever stirred -the human heart, he wept aloud on the -neck of a dead son’s favourite horse.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Lord Erskine composed some lines -to the memory of a beloved pony, -Jack, who had carried him on the -home circuit when he was first called -to the bar, and could not afford any -more sumptuous mode of travelling:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Poor Jack! thy master’s friend when he was poor,</div> - <div class='line'>Whose heart was faithful and whose step was sure!</div> - <div class='line'>Should prosperous life debauch my erring heart,</div> - <div class='line'>And whispering pride repel the patriot’s part;</div> - <div class='line'>Should my foot falter at ambition’s shrine</div> - <div class='line'>And for mean lucre quit the path divine,</div> - <div class='line'>Then may I think of thee—when I was poor—</div> - <div class='line'>Whose heart was faithful and whose step was sure.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>The following address of an Arab -to his horse is translated from the -Arabic by Bayard Taylor:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Come, my beauty! come, my desert darling!</div> - <div class='line in2'>On my shoulder lay thy glossy head.</div> - <div class='line'>Fear not, though the barley sack be empty,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Here’s the half of Hassan’s scanty bread.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Bend thy forehead now to take my kisses,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Lift in love thy dark and splendid eye.</div> - <div class='line'>Thou art glad when Hassan mounts the saddle,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Thou art proud he owns thee; so am I.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>We have seen Damascus, O my beauty!</div> - <div class='line in2'>And the splendour of the pashas there;</div> - <div class='line'>What’s their pomp and riches? Why, I would not</div> - <div class='line in2'>Take them for a handful of thy hair!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Thou shalt have thy share of dates, my beauty,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And thou know’st my water skin is free.</div> - <div class='line'>Drink, and welcome; for the springs are distant,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And my strength and safety are in thee.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Bayard Taylor loved and appreciated -animals, and in an article in the -Atlantic Monthly of February, 1877, -on Studies of Animal Nature, he says: -“If Darwin’s theory should be true, -it will not degrade man; it will simply -raise the whole animal world into -dignity, leaving man as far in advance -as he is at present.”</p> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>He adds: “I have always had a -great respect for animals, and have -endeavoured to treat them with the -consideration which I think they deserve. -They have quick perceptions, -and know when to be confiding or -reticent. I have learned no better -way to gain their confidence than to -ask myself, If I were such or such an -animal, how should I wish to be treated -by man? and to act upon that suggestion. -Since the key to the separate -languages has been lost on both sides, -the higher intelligence must condescend -to open some means of communication -with the lower.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“The zoölogists unfortunately rarely -trouble themselves to do this; they -are more interested in the skull of an -elephant, the thigh-bone of a bird, or -the dorsal fin of a fish, than in the intelligence -or rudimentary moral sense -of the creature. But the former field -is open to all laymen, and nothing but -a stubborn traditional contempt for -our slaves or our hunted enemies in -the animal world has held us back -from a truer knowledge of them.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“In the first place, animals have much -<span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>more capacity to understand human -speech than is generally supposed. -Some years ago, seeing the hippopotamus -in Barnum’s Museum looking -very stolid and dejected, I spoke -to him in English, but he did not even -move his eyes. Then I went to the -opposite corner of the cage and said -in Arabic: ‘I know you; come here -to me.’ He instantly turned his head -toward me. I repeated the words, -and thereupon he came to the corner -where I was standing, pressed his -huge, ungainly head against the bars -of the cage, and looked in my face -with a touching delight while I -stroked his muzzle. I have two or -three times found a lion who recognised -the same language, and the expression -of his eyes for an instant -seemed positively human.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>He also tells his experience with a -tame lioness in Africa. “In a short -time we were very good friends. She -knew me, and always seemed glad to -see me, though I sometimes teased -her a little by getting astride of her -back, or sitting upon her when she -was lying down. When she was in -<span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>a playful mood she would come to -meet me as far as the rope would -let her, get her forepaws around my -leg and then take it in her mouth, as -if she were going to eat me up. I was -a little alarmed when she did this for -the first time; but I soon saw that she -was merely in play, and had no thought -of hurting me, so I took her by the -ears and slapped her sides, until at last -she lay down and licked my hand. -Her tongue was as coarse as a nutmeg -grater, and my hand felt as if the -skin was being rasped off.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“There was also a leopard in the -garden with which I used to play a -great deal, but which I never loved -so well as the lioness. He was smaller -and more active, and soon learned to -jump upon my shoulders when I -stooped down, or to climb up the -tree to which he was tied, whenever -I commanded him. But he was not -so affectionate as the lioness, and -sometimes forgot to draw in his claws -when he played, so that he not only -tore my clothing, but scratched my -hands. I still have the marks of one of -his teeth on the back of my right hand.</p> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>“My old lioness was never rough, -and I have frequently, when she had -stretched out to take a nap, sat upon -her back for half an hour at a time, -smoking my pipe or reading.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“I assure you I was very sorry to -part with her, and when I saw her for -the last time one moonlight night, I -gave her a good hug and an affectionate -kiss. She would have kissed me -back if her mouth had not been too -large; but she licked my hand to -show that she loved me, then laid her -big head upon the ground and went -to sleep.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Dear old lioness! I wonder if -you ever think of me. I wonder if -you would know me, should we ever -see each other again.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>If our late minister to Berlin, the -accomplished poet, linguist, and cosmopolitan, -could give his attention to -animals as friends and companions, -there can be nothing belittling in -reading their praises as said or sung -by those whom we all delight to -honour.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Hamerton, indeed, makes a comparison -in which we come out but -<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>second best. He says: “How much -weariness has there been in the human -race during the last fifty years, -because the human race can not stop -politically where it was, and, finding -no rest, is pushed to a strange future -that the wisest look forward to gravely, -as certainly very dark and probably -very dangerous! Meanwhile, -have the bees suffered any political -uneasiness? have they doubted the -use of royalty or begrudged the cost -of their queen? Have those industrious -republicans, the ants, gone about -uneasily seeking after a sovereign? -Has the eagle grown weary of his -isolation and sought strength in the -practice of socialism? Has the dog -become too enlightened to endure -any longer his position as man’s humble -friend, and contemplated a canine -union for mutual protection against -masters? No; the great principles -of these existences are superior to -change, and that which man is perpetually -seeking—a political order in -perfect harmony with his condition—the -brute has inherited with his instincts.”</p> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>Cowper, in The Task, devotes several -pages to the proper treatment of -animals, and expresses his admiration -for their many noble qualities:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Distinguished much by reason, and still more</div> - <div class='line'>By our capacity of grace divine,</div> - <div class='line'>From creatures, that exist but for our sake,</div> - <div class='line'>Which, having served us, perish, we are held</div> - <div class='line'>Accountable; and God some future day,</div> - <div class='line'>Will reckon with us roundly for the abuse</div> - <div class='line'>Of what he deems no mean or trivial trust.</div> - <div class='line'>Superior as we are, they yet depend</div> - <div class='line'>Not more on human help than we on theirs.</div> - <div class='line'>Their strength, or speed, or vigilance, were given</div> - <div class='line'>In aid of our defects. In some are found</div> - <div class='line'>Such teachable and apprehensive parts,</div> - <div class='line'>That man’s attainments in his own concerns,</div> - <div class='line'>Matched with the expertness of the brutes in theirs,</div> - <div class='line'>Are ofttimes vanquished and thrown far behind.</div> - <div class='line'>Some show that nice sagacity of smell,</div> - <div class='line'>And read with such discernment, in the port</div> - <div class='line'>And figure of the man, his secret aim,</div> - <div class='line'>That oft we owe our safety to a skill</div> - <div class='line'>We could not teach, and must despair to learn.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Bryant, in his well-known Lines to -a Waterfowl, has a striking thought:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>... He who from zone to zone</div> - <div class='line in2'>Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,</div> - <div class='line'>In the long way that I must tread alone,</div> - <div class='line in8'>Will lead my steps aright.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span></div> -<div class='section ph2'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>BOW-WOW-WOW!</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='c014'>The dogge forsaketh not his master; no, not when -he is starcke dead.—<span class='sc'>Dr. Caius.</span></p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Dog with the pensive hazel eyes,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Shaggy coat, or feet of tan,</div> - <div class='line'>What do you think when you look so wise</div> - <div class='line in2'>Into the face of your fellow, man?</div> - <div class='line in24'>—<span class='sc'>W. C. Olmsted.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span> - <h2 class='c008'>DEVOTED TO DOGS.</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c014'>We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our -faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical -canine attachment.—<span class='sc'>George Eliot.</span></p> - -<p class='c002'>Literature, history, and biography -are full to overflowing of instances -of affection between dogs and -their owners. Remember the dog -Argus, which died of joy on the return -of his master Ulysses after twenty -years’ absence. The story is touchingly -told in Homer’s Odyssey:</p> - -<p class='c004'>“As he draws near the gates of his -own palace, he espies, dying of old -age, disease, and neglect, his dog Argus—the -companion of many a long -chase in happier days. His instinct -at once detects his old master, even -through the disguise lent by the goddess -of wisdom. Before he sees him -he knows his voice and step, and raises -his ears—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>And when he marked Odysseus in the way,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And could no longer to his lord come near,</div> - <div class='line'>Fawned with his tail and drooped in feeble play</div> - <div class='line in2'>His ears. Odysseus, turning, wiped a tear.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>It is poor Argus’s last effort, and the -old hound turns and dies—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Just having seen Odysseus in the twentieth year.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Egyptians held the dog in adoration -as the representative of one of -the celestial signs, and the Indians -considered him one of the sacred -forms of their deities. The dog is -placed at the feet of women in monuments, -to symbolize affection and fidelity; -and many of the Crusaders are -represented with their feet on a dog, -to show that they followed the standard -of the Lord as a dog follows the -footsteps of his master. “Man,” said -Burns, “is the god of the dog”—knows -nothing higher to reverence -and obey. Kings and queens have -found their most faithful friends -among dogs. Frederick the Great -allowed his elegant furniture at Potsdam -to be nearly ruined by his dogs, -who jumped upon the satin chairs and -slept cosily on the luxurious sofas, and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>quite a cemetery may still be seen devoted -to his pets. The pretty spaniel -belonging to Mary Queen of Scots deserves -honourable mention. He loved -his ill-starred mistress when her human -friends had forsaken her; nestled -close by her side at the execution, -and had to be forced away from her -bleeding body. One of the prettiest -pictures of the Princess of Wales is -taken with a tiny spaniel in her arms.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Before going further, just recall -some of the most famous dogs of -mythology, literature, and life, simply -giving their names for want of -space:</p> - -<p class='c004'>Arthur’s dog Cavall.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Dog of Catherine de’ Medicis, Phœbê, -a lapdog.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Cuthullin’s dog Luath, a swift-footed -hound.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Dora’s dog Jip.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Douglas’s dog Luffra, from The -Lady of the Lake.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Fingal’s dog Bran.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Landseer’s dog Brutus, painted as -The Invader of the Larder.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Llewellyn’s dog Gelert.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Lord Lurgan’s dog Master McGrath: -<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>presented at court by the express -desire of Queen Victoria.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Maria’s dog Silvio, in Sterne’s Sentimental -Journey.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Punch’s dog Toby.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Sir Walter Scott’s dogs Maida, -Camp, Hamlet.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Dog of the Seven Sleepers, Katmir.</p> - -<p class='c004'>The famous Mount St. Bernard dog, -which saved forty human beings, was -named Barry. His stuffed skin is preserved -in the museum at Berne.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Sir Isaac Newton’s dog, who by -overturning a candle destroyed much -precious manuscript, was named Diamond.</p> - -<p class='c004'>The ancient Xantippus caused his -dog to be interred on an eminence -near the sea, which has ever since retained -his name, Cynossema. There -are even legends of nations that have -had a dog for their king. It is said -that barking is not a natural faculty, -but is acquired through the dog’s desire -to talk with man. In a state of -nature, dogs simply whine and howl.</p> - -<p class='c004'>When Alexander encountered Diogĕnês -the cynic, the young Macedonian -king introduced himself with the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>words, “I am Alexander, surnamed -‘the Great.’” To which the philosopher -replied, “And I am Diogĕnês, -surnamed ‘the Dog.’” The Athenians -raised to his memory a pillar of Parian -marble, surmounted with a dog, and -bearing the following inscription:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>“Say, dog, what guard you in that tomb?”</div> - <div class='line'>A dog. “His name?” Diogĕnês. “From far?”</div> - <div class='line in2'>Sinopé. “He who made a tub his home?”</div> - <div class='line'>The same; now dead, among the stars a star.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>What man or woman worth remembering -but has loved at least one dog? -Hamerton, in speaking of the one dog—the - special pet and dear companion -of every boy and many a girl, from -Ulysses to Bismarck—observes that -“the comparative shortness of the -lives of dogs is the only imperfection -in the relation between them and -us. If they had lived to threescore -and ten, man and dog might have travelled -through life together; but as it -is, we must have either a succession -of affections, or else, when the first is -buried in its early grave, live in a chill -condition of dog-lessness.” I thank -him for coining that compound word. -Almost every one might, like Grace -<span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>Greenwood and Gautier, write a History -of my Pets, and make a most -readable book. Bismarck honoured -one of his dogs, Nero, with a formal -funeral. The body was borne on the -shoulders of eight workmen dressed -in black to a grave in the park. He -had been poisoned, and a large reward -was offered for the discovery of -the assassin. The prince, statesman, -diplomatist, does not believe in dog-lessness, -and gives to another hound, -equally devoted, the same intense affection. -“My dog—where is my -dog?” are his first words on alighting -from a railway, as Sultan must -travel second class. He even mixes -the food for his dogs with his own -hands, believing it will make them -love him the more.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Another Nero was the special companion -of Mrs. Carlyle, a little white -dog, who had for his playmate a black -cat, whose name was Columbine, and -Carlyle says that during breakfast, -whenever the dining-room door was -opened, Nero and Columbine would -come waltzing into the room in the -height of joy. He went with his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>mistress everywhere, led by a chain -for fear of thieves. For eleven years -he cheered her life at Craigenputtock, -“the loneliest nook in Britain.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Nero’s death was a tragical one. In -October, 1859, while walking out with -the maid one evening, a butcher’s cart -driving furiously round a sharp corner -ran over his throat. He was not killed -on the spot, although his mistress says -“he looked killed enough at first.” The -poor fellow was put into a warm bath, -wrapped up in flannels, and left to die. -The morning found him better, however; -he was able to wag his tail -in response to the caresses of his mistress.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Little by little he recovered the use -of himself, but it was ten days before -he could bark.</p> - -<p class='c004'>He lived four months after this, -docile, affectionate, loyal up to his -last hour, but weak and full of pain. -The doctor was obliged at last to give -him prussic acid. They buried him at -the top of the garden in Cheyne Row, -and planted cowslips round his grave, -and his loving mistress placed a stone -tablet, with name and date, to mark -<span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>the last resting place of her blessed -dog.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“I could not have believed,” writes -Carlyle in the Memorials, “my grief -then and since would have been the -twentieth part of what it was—nay, -that the want of him would have been -to me other than a riddance. Our last -midnight walk together—for he insisted -on trying to come—January 31st, is -still painful to my thought. Little dim -white speck of life, of love, fidelity, and -feeling, girdled by the darkness of night -eternal.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Is not that a delightful revelation of -tenderness in the heart of the grand old -growler, biographer, critic, historian, -essayist, prophet, whom most people -feared? I like to read it again and again.</p> - -<p class='c004'>The selfish, cynical Horace Walpole -sat up night after night with his dying -Rosette. He wrote: “Poor Rosette -has suffered exquisitely; you may believe -I have too,” and honoured her -with this epitaph:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Sweetest roses of the year</div> - <div class='line'>Strew around my Rose’s bier.</div> - <div class='line'>Calmly may the dust repose</div> - <div class='line'>Of my pretty, faithful Rose;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>And if yon cloud-topped hill behind</div> - <div class='line'>This frame dissolved, this breath resigned,</div> - <div class='line'>Some happier isle, some humbler heaven,</div> - <div class='line'>Be to my trembling wishes given,</div> - <div class='line'>Admitted to that equal sky</div> - <div class='line'>May sweet Rose bear me company.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>And of the dog Touton, left him by -Madame du Deffand, he said: “It is -incredible how fond I am of it; but I -have no occasion to brag of my <em>dogmanity</em>” -(another expressive word). He -said, “A dog, though a flatterer, is still -a friend.” Byron, that egotistic, misanthropic -genius, composed an epitaph -on Boatswain, his favourite dog, whose -death threw the moody poet into deepest -melancholy. The dog’s grave is to -the present day shown among the conspicuous -objects at Newstead. The -poet, in one of his impulsive moments, -gave orders in a provision of his will—ultimately -however, cancelled—that -his own body should be buried by the -side of Boatswain, as his truest and -only friend. This noble animal was -seized with madness, and so little was -his lordship aware of the fact, that at -the beginning of the attack he more -than once, during the paroxysms, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>wiped away the dreaded saliva from -his mouth. After his death Lord Byron -wrote to his friend Mr. Hodges: -“Boatswain is dead. He died in a -state of madness on the 18th, after suffering -much, yet retaining all the gentleness -of his nature to the last, never -attempting to do the least injury to -any one near him. I have now lost -everything excepting old Murray.” -Visitors to his old estate will find a -marked monument with this tribute:</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c015'> - <div>NEAR THIS SPOT</div> - <div>ARE DEPOSITED THE REMAINS OF</div> - <div>ONE THAT POSSESSED BEAUTY, WITHOUT VANITY,</div> - <div>STRENGTH, WITHOUT INSOLENCE,</div> - <div>COURAGE, WITHOUT FEROCITY,</div> - <div>AND ALL THE VIRTUES OF MAN, WITHOUT HIS VICES.</div> - <div>THIS PRAISE, WHICH WOULD BE</div> - <div>UNMEANING FLATTERY</div> - <div>IF INSCRIBED OVER HUMAN ASHES,</div> - <div>IS BUT A JUST TRIBUTE</div> - <div>TO THE MEMORY OF BOATSWAIN, A DOG,</div> - <div>WHO WAS BORN IN NEWFOUNDLAND, MAY, 1803,</div> - <div>AND DIED</div> - <div>AT NEWSTEAD ABBEY, NOVEMBER 18, 1808.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c016'><em>Epitaph.</em></h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When some proud son of man returns to earth</div> - <div class='line'>Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,</div> - <div class='line'>The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe,</div> - <div class='line'>And storied urns record who rests below;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>When all is done, upon the tomb is seen</div> - <div class='line'>Not what he was, but what he should have been.</div> - <div class='line'>But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,</div> - <div class='line'>The first to welcome, the foremost to defend.</div> - <div class='line'>Whose honest heart is still his master’s own,</div> - <div class='line'>Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,</div> - <div class='line'>Unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth,</div> - <div class='line'>Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth;</div> - <div class='line'>While man, vain insect, hopes to be forgiven,</div> - <div class='line'>And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.</div> - <div class='line'>O man, thou feeble tenant of an hour,</div> - <div class='line'>Debased by slavery or corrupt by power,</div> - <div class='line'>Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,</div> - <div class='line'>Degraded mass of animated dust.</div> - <div class='line'>Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,</div> - <div class='line'>Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit.</div> - <div class='line'>By Nature vile, ennobled but by name,</div> - <div class='line'>Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.</div> - <div class='line'>Ye who perchance behold this simple urn</div> - <div class='line'>Pass on, it honours none you wish to mourn;</div> - <div class='line'>To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise:</div> - <div class='line'>I never knew but one, and here he lies.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Walter Scott’s dogs had an extraordinary -fondness for him. Swanston -declares that he had to stand by, when -they were leaping and fawning about -him, to beat them off lest they should -knock him down. One day, when he -and Swanston were in the armory, -Maida (the dog which now lies at -his feet in the monument at Edinburgh), -<span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>being outside, had peeped in -through the window, a beautifully -painted one, and the instant she got -a glance of her beloved master she -bolted right through it and at him. -Lady Scott, starting at the crash, exclaimed, -“O gracious, shoot her!” -But Scott, caressing her with the utmost -coolness, said, “No, no, mamma, -though she were to break every window -at Abbotsford.” He was engaged -for an important dinner party -on the day his dog Camp died, but -sent word that he could not go, “on -account of the death of a dear old -friend.” He tried early one morning -to make the fire of peat burn, -and after many efforts succeeded in -some degree. At this moment one of -the dogs, dripping from a plunge in -the lake, scratched and whined at the -window. Sir Walter let the “puir -creature” in, who, coming up before -the little fire, shook his shaggy hide, -sending a perfect shower bath over -the fire and over a great table of loose -manuscripts. The tender-hearted author, -eying the scene with his usual -serenity, said slowly, “O dear, ye’ve -<span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>done a great deal of mischief!” This -equanimity is only equalled by Sir -Isaac Newton’s exclamation, now, -alas! pronounced a fiction, “O Diamond, -Diamond, little dost thou know -the injury thou hast done!”</p> - -<p class='c004'>“The wisest dog I ever had,” said -Scott, “was what is called the bulldog -terrier. I taught him to understand -a great many words, insomuch -that I am positive that the communication -betwixt the canine species -and ourselves might be greatly enlarged. -Camp once bit the baker who -was bringing bread to the family. I -beat him and explained the enormity -of the offence, after which, to the last -moment of his life, he never heard the -least allusion to the story, in whatever -voice or tone it was mentioned, without -getting up and retiring to the -darkest corner of the room with great -appearance of distress. Then if you -said, ‘The baker was well paid,’ or ‘The -baker was not hurt, after all,’ Camp -came forth from his hiding place, capered -and barked and rejoiced. When -he was unable, toward the end of his -life, to attend me when on horseback, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>he used to watch for my return, and -the servant would tell him ‘his master -was coming down the hill’ or -‘through the moor,’ and, although he -did not use any gesture to explain his -meaning, Camp was never known to -mistake him, but either went out at -the front to go up the hill or at the -back to get down to the moorside. -He certainly had a singular knowledge -of spoken language.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Once when the great novelist was -sitting for his picture he exclaimed, -“I am as tired of the operation as old -Maida, who has been so often sketched -that he got up and walked off with -signs of loathing whenever he saw an -artist unfurl his paper and handle his -brushes!”</p> - -<p class='c004'>It is well known that a dog instantly -discerns a friend from an enemy; in -fact, he seems to know all those who -are friendly to his race. There are -few things more touching in the life -of this great man than the fact that, -when he walked in the streets of -Edinburgh, nearly every dog he met -came and fawned on him, wagged -his tail at him, and thus showed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>his recognition of the friend of his -race.</p> - -<p class='c004'><em>Àpropos</em> of understanding what is -said to them, Bayard Taylor says, -“I know of nothing more moving, -indeed semi-tragic, than the yearning -helplessness in the face of a dog who -understands what is said to him and -can not answer.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Walter Savage Landor, irascible, -conceited, tempestuous, had a deep -affection for dogs, as well as all other -dumb creatures, that was interesting. -“Of all the Louis Quatorze rhymesters -I tolerate La Fontaine only, for -I never see an animal, unless it be a -parrot, a monkey, or a pug dog, or a -serpent, that I do not converse with -it either openly or secretly.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>The story of the noble martyr Gellert, -who risked his own life for his -master’s child, only to be suspected -and slain by the hand he loved so -well, is perhaps too familiar to be repeated, -and yet I can not resist Spenser’s -version:</p> - -<p class='c004'>The huntsman missed his faithful -hound; he did not respond to horn or -cry. But at last as Llewelyn “homeward -<span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>hied” the dog bounded to greet -him, smeared with gore. On entering -the house he found his child’s couch -also stained with blood, and the infant -nowhere to be seen. Believing Gellert -had devoured the boy, he plunged -his sword in his side, but soon discovered -the cherub alive and rosy, while -beneath the couch, gaunt and tremendous, -a wolf torn and killed:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Ah, what was then Llewelyn’s woe!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Best of thy kind, adieu.</div> - <div class='line'>The frantic blow which laid thee low</div> - <div class='line in2'>This heart shall ever rue.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And now a gallant tomb they raise,</div> - <div class='line in2'>With costly sculpture decked;</div> - <div class='line'>And marbles storied with his praise</div> - <div class='line in2'>Poor Gellert’s bones protect.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There never could the spearman pass</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or forester unmoved;</div> - <div class='line'>There oft the tear-besprinkled grass</div> - <div class='line in2'>Llewelyn’s sorrow proved.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And there he hung his horn and spear,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And there, as evening fell,</div> - <div class='line'>In fancy’s ear he oft would hear</div> - <div class='line in2'>Poor Gellert’s dying yell.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And till great Snowdon’s rocks grow old,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And cease the storm to brave,</div> - <div class='line'>The consecrated spot shall hold</div> - <div class='line in2'>The name of “Gellert’s Grave.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>Dr. John Brown’s exquisite prose -poem of Rab and his Friends is as -lasting a memorial to that dog as any -built of granite or marble. The dog -is emphatically the central figure, the -hero of the story. The author sat for -his picture with Rab by his side, and -we are told that his interest in a half-blind -and aged pet was evinced in the -very last hours of his life. The dog -has figured as the real attraction in -several novels, and Ouida lets Puck -tell his own story. Mrs. Stowe devoted -one volume to Stories about our -Dogs, and wrote also A Dog’s Mission. -Matthew Arnold had many pets, -and not only loved them in life, but -has given them immortality by his appreciative -tributes to dogs, and cat and -canary. Here are two dog requiems:</p> - -<h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>Geist’s Grave.</span></h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Four years, and didst thou stay above</div> - <div class='line in2'>The ground, which hides thee now, but four?</div> - <div class='line'>And all that life, and all that love,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Were crowded Geist, into no more.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>That loving heart, that patient soul,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Had they indeed no longer span</div> - <div class='line'>To run their course and reach their goal,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And read their homily to man?</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span> - <h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>Kaiser Dead.</span> April 6, 1887.</h3> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Kai’s bracelet tail, Kai’s busy feet,</div> - <div class='line'>Were known to all the village street.</div> - <div class='line'>“What, poor Kai dead?” say all I meet;</div> - <div class='line in6'>“A loss indeed.”</div> - <div class='line'>Oh for the croon, pathetic, sweet,</div> - <div class='line in6'>Of Robin’s reed!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Six years ago I brought him down,</div> - <div class='line'>A baby dog, from London town;</div> - <div class='line'>Round his small throat of black and brown</div> - <div class='line in6'>A ribbon blue,</div> - <div class='line'>And touched by glorious renown</div> - <div class='line in6'>A dachshund true.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>His mother most majestic dame,</div> - <div class='line'>Of blood unmixed, from Potsdam came,</div> - <div class='line'>And Kaiser’s race we deemed the same—</div> - <div class='line in6'>No lineage higher.</div> - <div class='line'>And so he bore the imperial name;</div> - <div class='line in6'>But ah, his sire!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Soon, soon the day’s conviction bring:</div> - <div class='line'>The collie hair, the collie swing,</div> - <div class='line'>The tail’s indomitable ring,</div> - <div class='line in6'>The eye’s unrest—</div> - <div class='line'>The case was clear; a mongrel thing</div> - <div class='line in6'>Kai stood confest.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But all those virtues which commend</div> - <div class='line'>The humbler sort who serve and tend,</div> - <div class='line'>Were thine in store, thou faithful friend.</div> - <div class='line in6'>What sense, what cheer,</div> - <div class='line'>To us declining tow’rd our end,</div> - <div class='line in6'>A mate how dear!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>Thine eye was bright, thy coat it shone;</div> - <div class='line'>Thou hadst thine errands off and on;</div> - <div class='line'>In joy thy last morn flew; anon</div> - <div class='line in10'>A fit. All’s over;</div> - <div class='line'>And thou art gone where Geist hath gone,</div> - <div class='line in10'>And Toss and Rover.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Well, fetch his graven collar fine,</div> - <div class='line'>And rub the steel and make it shine,</div> - <div class='line'>And leave it round thy neck to twine,</div> - <div class='line in10'>Kai, in thy grave.</div> - <div class='line'>There of thy master keep that sign</div> - <div class='line in10'>And this plain stave.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Miss Cobbe is a devoted, outspoken -friend of all animals. She says: “I -have, indeed, always felt much affection -for dogs—that is to say, for those -who exhibit the true dog character, -which is far from being the case with -every canine creature. Their sageness, -their joyousness, their transparent -little wiles, their caressing and devoted -affection, are to me more winning—even, -I may say, more really -and intensely <em>human</em> (in the sense in -which a child is human)—than the -artificial, cold, and selfish characters -one meets too often in the guise of -ladies and gentlemen.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>She had a fluffy white dog she was -extremely fond of, and has written several -<span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>chapters on dogs, kindness to animals, -the horrors of vivisection, etc. -Read False Hearts and True, The -Confessions of a Lost Dog, and Science -in Excelsis, and you will realize -how she appreciates the rights and the -noble traits of the brute creation, and -how her own great heart has gone out -to her pets. She closes one article, -Dogs whom I have Met, with these -words: “One thing I think must be -clear: until a man has learned to feel -for all his sentient fellow-creatures, -whether in human or in brute form, -of his own class and sex and country, -or of another, he has not yet ascended -the first step toward true civilization, -nor applied the first lesson from the -love of God.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Edward Jesse, in his book, now rare -and hard to obtain, on dogs, says, -“Histories are more full of samples -of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.” -A French writer declares that, excepting -women, there is nothing on earth -so agreeable or so necessary to the -comfort of man as the dog. Think of -the shepherd, his flock collected by -his indefatigable dog, who guards -<span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>both them and his master’s cottage -at night; satisfied with a slight caress -and coarsest food. The dog performs -the service of a horse in more northern -regions, while in Cuba and other -hot countries is the terror of the runaway -negroes. In destruction of wild -beasts or the less dangerous stag, or -in attacking the bull, the dog has -shown permanent courage. He defends -his master, saves from drowning, -warns of danger, serves faithfully -in poverty and distress, leads the blind. -When spoken to, does his best to hold -conversation by tail, eyes, ears; drives -cattle to and from pasture, keeps herds -and flocks within bounds, points out -game, brings shot birds, turns a spit, -draws provision carts and sledges, -likes or abhors music, detecting false -notes instantly; announces strangers, -sounds a note of warning in danger, -is the last to forsake the grave of a -friend, sympathizes and rejoices with -every mood of his master. The collie -is the only dog who has a reputation -for piety, his liking to go to kirk -and his proper behaviour there being -well known. Whenever Stanislaus, the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>unfortunate King of Poland, wrote to -his daughter, he always concluded -with “Tristram, my companion in -misfortune, licks your feet.” That -one friend stuck by in his adversity. -We see inherited tendencies in dogs -as in children—what Paley calls “a -propensity previous to experience and -independent of instruction”—as Saint -Bernard puppies scratching eagerly -at snow, and young pointers standing -steadily on first seeing poultry; a -well-bred terrier pup will show ferocity. -The anecdotes of achievements -of pet dogs are marvellous. -Leibnitz related to the French Academy -an account of a dog he had seen -which was taught to speak, and would -call intelligibly for tea, coffee, chocolate, -and made collections of white, -shining stones.</p> - -<p class='c004'>We read of dogs who know when -Sunday comes; who watch for the -butcher’s cart only at his stated time -for appearance; who will beg for a -penny to buy a pie or bun, and then -go to the baker’s and purchase; who -exercise forethought and providence, -burying bones for future need. Some -<span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>seem to have some moral sense, -ashamed of stealing, sometimes making -retribution, scolding puppies for -stealing meat; others are as depraved -as human beings, slipping their collars -and undoing the collar of another dog -to go marauding, then returning, put -their heads back into the collar.<a id='r1' /><a href='#f1' class='c017'><sup>[1]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='footnote' id='f1'> -<p class='c004'><a href='#r1'>1</a>. Darwin said, “Since publishing The Descent of -Man I have got to believe rather more than I did in -dogs having what may be called a <em>conscience</em>.”</p> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Landseer’s dogs used to pose for -him with more patience than many -other sitters. Some one said of him -that he had “discovered the dog.” -He was so devoted to them that when -the wittiest of divines and divinest of -wits (of course I mean Sydney Smith) -was asked to sit to him, he replied, -“‘Is thy servant a dog, that he should -do this thing?’” The artist spoke of -a Newfoundland who had saved many -from drowning as “a distinguished -member of the Humane Society.” -Hamerton, in his charming Chapters -on Animals, tells us stories, almost too -wonderful for belief, of some French -poodles who came to visit him. These -canine guests played dominoes, sulked -<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>when they had to draw from the bank, -retired mortified when beaten; also -played cards, were skilful spellers in -several languages, and quick in arithmetic.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Each breed has its own defenders -and adherents. Olive Thorne Miller -usually writes of birds or odd pets; -but in Home Pets we find a most interesting -tale of a collie, which she -gives, to illustrate the characteristics -of that family:</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Nearly one hundred and fifty years -ago, in the early days of our nation -and during the French and Indian -War, this collie was a great pet in -the family of a colonial soldier, and -was particularly noted for his antipathy -to Indians, whom he delighted to -track. On one campaign against the -French the dog insisted on accompanying -his master, although his feet -were in a terrible condition, having -been frozen. During the fight, which -ended in the famous Braddock’s defeat, -the collie was beside his master, -but when it was over they had become -separated, and the soldier, concluding -that his pet had been killed, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>went home without him. Some weeks -after, however, the dog appeared in -his old home, separated from the battlefield -by many miles and thick forests. -He was tired and worn, but -over his feet were fastened neat moccasins, -showing that he had been -among Indians, who had been kind -to him. Moreover, he soon showed -that he had changed his mind about -his former foe, for neither bribes nor -threats could ever induce him to track -an Indian. His generous nature could -not forget a kindness, even to please -those he loved enough to seek under -so great difficulties.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>This reminds me of several dog -stories.</p> - -<p class='c004'>The following interesting letter is -published in the London Spectator:</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Being accustomed to walk out before -breakfast with two Skye terriers, -it was my custom to wash their feet -in a tub, kept for the purpose in the -garden, whenever the weather was -wet. One morning, when I took up -the dog to carry him to the tub he bit -me so severely that I was obliged to -let him go. No sooner was the dog -<span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>at liberty than he ran down to the -kitchen and hid himself. For three -days he refused food, declined to go -out with any of the family, and appeared -very dejected, with a distressed -and unusual expression of -countenance.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“On the third morning, however, -upon returning with the other dog, I -found him sitting by the tub, and -upon coming toward him he immediately -jumped into it and sat down in -the water. After pretending to wash -his legs, he jumped out as happy as -possible, and from that moment recovered -his usual spirits.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“There appears in this instance to -have been a clear process of reasoning, -accompanied by acute feeling, -going on in the dog’s mind from the -moment he bit me until he hit upon -a plan of showing his regret and -making reparation for his fault. It -evidently occurred to him that I -attached great importance to this -footbath, and if he could convince -me that his contrition was sincere, -and that he was willing to submit to -the process without a murmur, I -<span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>should be satisfied. The dog, in this -case, reasoned with perfect accuracy, -and from his own premises deduced a -legitimate conclusion which the result -justified.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>I like to read of the dog who waited -on the town clerk of Amesbury for -his license. “The possessor of the dog -in question is red-headed George -Morrill, and red-headed George Morrills -never (hardly ever) lie, and from -him we learn the following facts: It -appears that Mr. Morrill, who was -busy at the time, and desired to have -his pet properly licensed, wrote on -a slip of paper as follows: ‘Mr. Collins, -please give me my license. -Charlie.’ Inclosing this, with two -dollars, in an envelope, he gave it -to the dog, telling him to go to Mr. -Collins and get his license. On arriving -at the town clerk’s office he -found Mr. Collins busy, and being a -well-bred dog waited until the gentleman -was at liberty, when he made his -presence known. Mr. Collins, observing -the envelope in his mouth, took it, -and immediately the dog assumed a -sitting posture, remaining thus until -<span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>the officer made out the proper -license, and, inclosing this in an envelope, -handed it to his dogship, who -instantly raised himself to his full -length, making a bow with his head, -and, coming down to his natural position, -wagged his tail satisfactorily -and departed for home. The dog is -well known on the street for his sagacity -and intelligence, but this has -rather capped any of his previous -performances.”</p> - -<p class='c002'>One of the best stories about the intelligence -of dogs which has been told -for some time was repeated a few days -ago by an officer of the Pennsylvania -Railroad Company. He said that one -of the men in the passenger department -had a dog that could tell the -time of day. The owner of the dog -had a fine clock in his office, and he -got into the habit of making the dog -tap with his paw at each stroke of the -clock. After a while the dog did so -without being told, and as the clock -gave a little cluck just before striking, -the dog would get into position, prick -up his ears, and tap out the time. If -<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>the clock had struck one and a little -while afterward his owner imitated -the preliminary cluck of the clock, -the dog would give two taps with his -paw, and so on for any hour. He -knew just how the hours ran and how -many taps to give for each one.</p> - -<p class='c004'>We must of course believe a clergyman’s -story of a dog, the Rev. C. J. -Adams, in The Dog Fancier:</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Not ‘Tige,’ concerning whom I -have told a number of stories in this -department. Tiger is another dog, -and a fine fellow he is. His hair is -short, and he is as black as night. I -have met him but once, and that was -at a clericus at the house of his master—the -Rev. Peter Claude Creveling, -at Cornwall, N. Y. He is probably -four feet and a half long as to his -body. He stands nearly as high as -an ordinary table. He has a fine -head—wonderfully large brain chambers. -His eyes are extremely intelligent -and expressive. His master -loves him with a great, boisterous -love characteristic of the man—who -will be a great, attractive, lovable -boy when he is eighty. I greet him, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>and hope that he may abide in the -flesh till he is one hundred and -eighty. But I took up my pen to -write about the dog—not the master. -The dog and the master are well -mated. Tiger is the dog for the master, -and Mr. Creveling is the master -for the dog. We hardly ever meet -but before we are through shaking -hands Mr. Creveling begins telling -me something about Tiger. This occurred, -as usual, at a hotel where I -was entertaining the clergy a month -or so ago. The story was wonderful, -and is vouched for by reliable witnesses.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Tiger occupies the same room with -Mr. and Mrs. Creveling at night. A -sheet is spread for him on the floor -beside the bed. They think as much -of him as they would of a child. -When he is restless during the night, -Mr. Creveling will put his hand out -and pat his head, speaking to him -soothingly. During the day the sheet -on which Tiger sleeps ‘o’ nights’ is -kept under a washstand. This much, -that what follows may be understood. -Now, on a certain Sunday Mr. and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>Mrs. Creveling, the young lady, and -all other members of the household -were away—excepting Tiger. He -was left locked in the house. When -they returned, and Mrs. Creveling -went to her room, she found that -Tiger had spent a good portion of -the time of his incarceration in that -room and on the bed. The bed was -in a very tumbled and not very clean -condition—the condition in which the -occupancy of such a dog would naturally -leave it—a condition which any -careful housewife can easily imagine—and -which she can not imagine -without a shudder. Mrs. Creveling -cried out. Mr. Creveling came running. -After him came Tiger. Mr. -Creveling said: ‘Tiger, Tiger, see -what you have done! You have -ruined your missie’s bed. Tiger, -Tiger, I feel like crying!’ Tiger’s -head and tail both dropped. Without -saying another word, Mr. Creveling -went down stairs and into his -study, threw himself on a large sofa, -and covered his face and pretended -to cry. Tiger, who had followed -him, threw himself down on a rug -<span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>beside the sofa and cried too. Mr. -Creveling had faith in the dog’s intelligence. -He believed that he had -learned a lesson.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Within a few days the family were -all away again. Again Tiger was left -in the house alone. When the family -returned, Mrs. Creveling again went -to her room. Tiger had been there -again in her absence. He had again -been on the bed. But Tiger’s sheet—the -one upon which he slept at night -was there too. And the sheet was -spread out, covering the bed. And -there had been no one to spread out -the sheet for Tiger. He had spread -it out for himself. Is not here a display -of intelligence—of intelligence in -activity in employment—of reason? -What had Tiger done? He had put -his nose under the washstand and -pulled the sheet out. He had put -the sheet on the bed. He had spread -the sheet out over the bed. What had -been Tiger’s train of thought? This, -or something very much like it: ‘I -want to lie on that bed because it reminds -me of my absent master and -mistress. But I don’t dare to do so. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>I will give offence if I do so. I will -be punished. Why am I not wanted -to lie on the bed? Because I soil it. -What shall I do? There is the sheet—my -sheet. They don’t care if I lie -on that. I will spread the sheet over -the bed. What a great head I have!’ -The reader understands, of course, -that I am not claiming that Tiger has -sufficient command of the English language -to even subjectively express -himself as I have represented him. I -have only tried to bring as strongly as -possible to the reader’s mind the fact -that a train of thought must have -passed through the dog’s mind. And -a train of thought could not pass -through his mind if he hadn’t a mind. -Having a mind, then what? He thinks. -He reasons. What else? If my mind -is immortal why not Tiger’s? And remember -that I can prove the truth of -every detail of this story by three -witnesses—Mr. Creveling, his wife, -and his wife’s friend. No court -would ask more.”</p> - -<p class='c002'>Jules Janin’s dog made him a literary -man. His favourite walk was -<span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>in Luxembourg Garden, where he -was delighted to see his dog gambol. -The dog made another dog’s acquaintance, -and they became so attached -to each other that their masters -were brought together and became -friends. The new friend urged him -to better his fortunes by writing for -the newspapers, and introduced him -to La Lorgnette, from which time he -constantly rose. In 1828 he was appointed -dramatic critic of the Journal -des États, and his popularity there -lasted undiminished for twenty years.</p> - -<p class='c004'>London has a home for lost and -starving dogs, for the benefit of which -a concert was recently given. Had -Richard Wagner been alive, he would -have doubtless bought a box for this -occasion. One of the greatest sorrows -of his life was the temporary -loss of his Newfoundland dog in London.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Here is a quaint story which shows -the gentle Elia in a most characteristic -way: “Just before the Lambs quitted -the metropolis,” says Pitman, “they -came to spend a day with me at Fulham -and brought with them a companion, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>who, dumb animal though he -was, had for some time past been in -the habit of giving play to one of -Charles Lamb’s most amiable characteristics—that -of sacrificing his own -feelings and inclinations to those of -others. This was a large and very -handsome dog, of a rather curious -and sagacious breed, which had belonged -to Thomas Hood, and at the -time I speak of, and to oblige both -dog and master, had been transferred -to the Lambs, who made a great pet -of him, to the entire disturbance and -discomfiture, as it appeared, of all -Lamb’s habits of life, but especially -of that most favourite and salutary of -all—his long and heretofore solitary -suburban walks; for Dash—that was -the dog’s name—would never allow -Lamb to quit the house without him, -and when out, would never go anywhere -but precisely where it pleased -himself. The consequence was, that -Lamb made himself a perfect slave to -this dog, who was always half a mile -off from his companion, either before -or behind, scouring the fields or roads -in all directions, up and down ‘all -<span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>manner of streets,’ and keeping his -attendant in a perfect fever of anxiety -and irritation from his fear of losing -him on the one hand, and his reluctance -to put the needful restraint -upon him on the other. Dash perfectly -well knew his host’s amiable -weakness in this respect, and took a -doglike advantage of it. In the Regent’s -Park, in particular, Dash had -his <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">quasi</span></i>-master completely at his -mercy, for the moment they got within -the ring he used to squeeze himself -through the railing and disappear -for half an hour together in the then -inclosed and thickly planted greensward, -knowing perfectly well that -Lamb did not dare to move from -the spot where he (Dash) had disappeared, -till he thought proper to show -himself again. And they used to take -this walk oftener than any other, precisely -because Dash liked it, and -Lamb did not.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Beecher said that “in evolution, the -dog got up before the door was shut.” -If there were not reason, mirthfulness, -love, honour, and fidelity in a dog, he -did not know where to look for them, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>And Huxley has devoted much attention -to the study of canine ability. He -once illustrated, by the skeleton of the -animal being raised on hind legs, that -in internal construction the only difference -between man and dog was one -of size and proportion. There was -not a bone in one which did not exist -in the other, not a single constituent -in the one that was not to be found in -the other, and by the same process he -could prove that the dog had a mind. -His own dog was certainly not a mere -piece of animate machinery. He once -possessed a dog which he frequently -left among the thousands frequenting -Regent’s Park to secrete himself behind -a tree. So soon as the animal -found that he had lost his master, he -laid his nose to the ground and soon -tracked him to his hiding place. He -believed there was no fundamental faculty -connected with the reasoning powers -that might not be demonstrated to -exist in dogs. He did not believe that -dogs ever took any pleasure in music; -but this seems not to be always the -case. Adelaide Phillips, the famous -contralto, told me that her splendid -<span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>Newfoundland Cæsar was quite a musician. -She gave him singing lessons -regularly. “I see him now,” she said, -“his fore paws resting on my knee. -I would say: ‘Now the lesson begins. -Look at me, sir. Do as I do.’ Then -I would run down the scale in thirds, -and Cæsar, with head thrown back -and swaying from side to side, would -really sing the scale. He would sing -the air of The Brook very correctly. -But it was the best sport to see him -attempt the operatic.” Here her -gestures became showy and impressive, -as if on the stage, and her mimicking -of the dog’s efforts to follow -her were comical in the extreme. -Sometimes (so quickly did he catch -all the tricks of the profession) he -would not sing until urged again and -again. Sometimes he would be “out -of voice,” and make most discordant -sounds. He has an honoured grave -at her country home in Marshfield, -where Webster also put up a -stone in memory of his horse Greatheart.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Charlotte Cushman loved animals, especially -dogs and horses; and her blue -<span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>Skye terrier Bushie, with her human -eyes and uncommon intelligence, has a -permanent place in the memoirs of her -mistress. Miss Cushman would say, -“Play the piano, Bushie,” and Bush -knew perfectly well what was meant, -and would go through the performance, -adding a few recitative barks -with great gravity and <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">éclat</span></i>. The -phrase “human eyes” recalls what -Blackmore, the novelist—who has a -genuine, loving appreciation of our -dear dumb animals—says of a dog -in Christowell: “No lady in the land -has eyes more lucid, loving, eloquent, -and even if she had, they would be as -nothing without the tan spots over -them.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Patti has many pets, and always -takes some dog with her on her travels, -causing great commotion at hotels. -She also leaves many behind -her as a necessity. She has an aviary -at her castle in Wales, and owns several -most loquacious parrots.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Miss Mitford’s gushing eulogy upon -one of her numerous dogs is too extravagant -to be quoted at length: -“There never was such a dog. His -<span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>temper was, beyond comparison, the -sweetest ever known. Nobody ever -saw him out of humour, and his sagacity -was equal to his temper.... -I shall miss him every moment of my -life. We covered his dead body with -flowers; every flower in the garden. -Everybody loved him, dear saint, as -I used to call him, and as I do not -doubt he now is. Heaven bless him, -beloved angel!”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Mr. Fields writes: “Miss Mitford -used to write me long letters about -Fanchon, a dog whose personal acquaintance -I had made some time -before while on a visit to her cottage. -Every virtue under heaven she attributed -to that canine individual, -and I was obliged to allow in my -return letters that since our planet -began to spin nothing comparable -to Fanchon had ever run on four -legs.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Mrs. Browning was fond of pets, -especially of her dog Flush, presented -by Miss Mitford, which she has immortalized -in a sonnet and a long and -exquisite poem:</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span> - <h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>Flush or Faunus.</span></h3> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>You see this dog. It was but yesterday</div> - <div class='line'>I mused forgetful of his presence here;</div> - <div class='line'>Till thought on thought drew downward tear on tear;</div> - <div class='line'>When from the pillow, where wet-cheeked I lay,</div> - <div class='line'>A head as hairy as Faunus’ thrust its way</div> - <div class='line'>Right sudden against my face, two golden, clear,</div> - <div class='line'>Great eyes astonished mine; a drooping ear</div> - <div class='line'>Did flap me on either cheek to dry the spray.</div> - <div class='line'>I started first; as some Arcadian</div> - <div class='line'>Amazed by goatly god in twilight grove;</div> - <div class='line'>But as the bearded vision closelier ran</div> - <div class='line'>My tears off, I knew Flush, and rose above</div> - <div class='line'>Surprise and sadness; thanking the true Pan</div> - <div class='line'>Who by low creatures leads to heights of love.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>The poem is equally beautiful:</p> - -<h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>To Flush, my Dog.</span></h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Other dogs may be thy peers</div> - <div class='line'>Haply in these drooping ears</div> - <div class='line in2'>And this glossy fairness.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But of <em>thee</em> it shall be said,</div> - <div class='line'>This dog watched beside a bed</div> - <div class='line in2'>Day and night unweary;</div> - <div class='line'>Watched within a curtained room,</div> - <div class='line'>Where no sunbeam brake the gloom</div> - <div class='line in2'>Round the sick and weary.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>Roses gathered for a vase</div> - <div class='line'>In that chamber died apace,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Beam and breeze resigning;</div> - <div class='line'>This dog only waited on,</div> - <div class='line'>Knowing that when light is gone</div> - <div class='line in2'>Love remains for shining.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Other dogs in thymy dew</div> - <div class='line'>Tracked the hares and followed through</div> - <div class='line in2'>Sunny moor or meadow;</div> - <div class='line'>This dog only crept and crept</div> - <div class='line'>Next a languid cheek that slept,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Sharing in the shadow.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Other dogs of loyal cheer</div> - <div class='line'>Bounded at the whistle clear,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Up the woodside hieing;</div> - <div class='line'>This dog only watched in reach</div> - <div class='line'>Of a faintly uttered speech,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or a louder sighing.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And if one or two quick tears</div> - <div class='line'>Dropped upon his glossy ears,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Or a sigh came double,</div> - <div class='line'>Up he sprang in eager haste,</div> - <div class='line'>Fawning, fondling, breathing fast</div> - <div class='line in2'>In a tender trouble.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>And this dog was satisfied</div> - <div class='line'>If a pale, thin hand would glide</div> - <div class='line in2'>Down his dewlaps sloping,</div> - <div class='line'>Which he pushed his nose within,</div> - <div class='line'>After platforming his chin</div> - <div class='line in2'>On the palm left open.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>This dog, if a friendly voice</div> - <div class='line'>Call him now to blither choice</div> - <div class='line in2'>Than such chamber keeping,</div> - <div class='line'>“Come out,” praying from the door,</div> - <div class='line'>Presseth backward as before,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Up against me leaping.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Therefore to this dog will I,</div> - <div class='line'>Tenderly, not scornfully,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Render praise and favour;</div> - <div class='line'>With my hand upon his head,</div> - <div class='line'>Is my benediction said,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Therefore and forever.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><hr class='dotted' /></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Mrs. Browning said in a note to this -poem: “This dog was the gift of my -dear and admired friend, Miss Mitford, -and belongs to the beautiful race -she has rendered celebrated among -English and American readers.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd, addressed -a long poem to his dog, ending:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>When my last bannock’s on the hearth,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of that thou canna want thy share;</div> - <div class='line'>While I ha’e house or hauld on earth,</div> - <div class='line in2'>My Hector shall ha’e shelter there.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Another favourite was honoured -by Dr. Holland, the essayist, lecturer, -magazine editor, and poet:</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span> - <h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>To my Dog Blanco.</span></h3> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>My dear, dumb friend, low lying there,</div> - <div class='line in2'>A willing vassal at my feet,</div> - <div class='line'>Glad partner of my home and fare,</div> - <div class='line in2'>My shadow in the street.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I look into your great brown eyes,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Where love and loyal homage shine,</div> - <div class='line'>And wonder where the difference lies</div> - <div class='line in2'>Between your soul and mine!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>For all of good that I have found</div> - <div class='line in2'>Within myself or human kind,</div> - <div class='line'>Hath royally informed and crowned</div> - <div class='line in2'>Your gentle heart and mind.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I scan the whole broad earth around</div> - <div class='line in2'>For that one heart which, leal and true,</div> - <div class='line'>Bears friendship without end or bound,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And find the prize in you.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>I trust you as I trust the stars;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Nor cruel loss, nor scoff of pride,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor beggary, nor dungeon bars,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Can move you from my side!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>As patient under injury</div> - <div class='line in2'>As any Christian saint of old,</div> - <div class='line'>As gentle as a lamb with me,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But with your brothers bold;</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>More playful than a frolic boy,</div> - <div class='line in2'>More watchful than a sentinel,</div> - <div class='line'>By day and night your constant joy</div> - <div class='line in2'>To guard and please me well.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>I clasp your head upon my breast—</div> - <div class='line in2'>The while you whine and lick my hand—</div> - <div class='line'>And thus our friendship is confessed,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And thus we understand!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Ah, Blanco! did I worship God</div> - <div class='line in2'>As truly as you worship me,</div> - <div class='line'>Or follow where my Master trod</div> - <div class='line in2'>With your humility—</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Did I sit fondly at his feet,</div> - <div class='line in2'>As you, dear Blanco, sit at mine,</div> - <div class='line'>And watch him with a love as sweet,</div> - <div class='line in2'>My life would grow divine!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Maria Edgeworth wrote to her aunt, -Mrs. Ruxton, in 1819, “I see my little -dog on your lap, and feel your hand -patting his head, and hear your voice -telling him that it is for Maria’s sake -he is there.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>What a pathetic friendship existed -between Emily Brontë and the dog -whom she was sure could understand -every word she said to him! “She always -fed the animals herself; the old -cat; Flossy, her favourite spaniel; -Keeper, the fierce bulldog, her own -constant dear companion, whose portrait, -drawn by her own spirited hand, -is still extant. And the creatures on -<span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>the moor were all in a sense her pets -and familiar with her. The intense -devotion of this silent woman to all -manner of dumb creatures has something -almost inexplicable. As her old -father and her sisters followed her to -the grave they were joined by another -mourner, Keeper, Emily’s dog. He -walked in front of all, first in the rank -of mourners, and perhaps no other -creature had loved the dead woman -quite so well. When they had laid -her to sleep in the dark, airless vault -under the church, and when they had -crossed the bleak churchyard and had -entered the empty house again, Keeper -went straight to the door of the room -where his mistress used to sleep, and -laid down across the threshold. There -he howled piteously for many days, -knowing not that no lamentations -could wake her any more.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Dogs were supposed by the ancient -Gaels to know of the death of a friend, -however far they might be separated. -But this is getting too gloomy. Do -you know how the proverb originated -“as cold as a dog’s nose”? An old -verse tells us:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span>There sprang a leak in Noah’s ark,</div> - <div class='line'>Which made the dog begin to bark;</div> - <div class='line'>Noah took his nose to stop the hole,</div> - <div class='line'>And hence his nose is always cold.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>No one has expressed more appreciation -of the noble qualities of dogs than -the abstracted, philosophic Wordsworth.</p> - -<h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>Incident</span></h3> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c007'> - <div><em>Characteristic of a Favourite Dog.</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>On his morning rounds the master</div> - <div class='line in6'>Goes to learn how all things fare;</div> - <div class='line in4'>Searches pasture after pasture,</div> - <div class='line in6'>Sheep and cattle eyes with care;</div> - <div class='line in4'>And, for silence or for talk,</div> - <div class='line in4'>He hath comrades in his walk;</div> - <div class='line'>Four dogs, each pair of different breed,</div> - <div class='line'>Distinguished two for scent and two for speed.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>See a hare before him started!</div> - <div class='line in6'>Off they fly in earnest chase;</div> - <div class='line in4'>Every dog is eager-hearted,</div> - <div class='line in6'>All the four are in the race:</div> - <div class='line in4'>And the hare whom they pursue,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Hath an instinct what to do;</div> - <div class='line'>Her hope is near: no turn she makes;</div> - <div class='line'>But, like an arrow, to the river takes.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>Deep the river was, and crusted</div> - <div class='line in6'>Thinly by a one night’s frost;</div> - <div class='line in4'>But the nimble hare hath trusted</div> - <div class='line in6'>To the ice, and safely crost;</div> - <div class='line in4'><span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>She hath crossed, and without heed</div> - <div class='line in4'>All are following at full speed,</div> - <div class='line'>When, lo! the ice, so thinly spread,</div> - <div class='line'>Breaks—and the greyhound, Dart, is over head!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>Better fate have Prince and Swallow—</div> - <div class='line in6'>See them cleaving to the sport!</div> - <div class='line in4'>Music has no heart to follow,</div> - <div class='line in7'>Little Music, she stops short.</div> - <div class='line in4'>She hath neither wish nor heart,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Hers is now another part:</div> - <div class='line'>A loving creature she, and brave!</div> - <div class='line'>And fondly strives her struggling friend to save.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>From the brink her paws she stretches,</div> - <div class='line in6'>Very hands as you would say!</div> - <div class='line in4'>And afflicting moans she fetches,</div> - <div class='line in6'>As he breaks the ice away.</div> - <div class='line in4'>For herself she hath no fears,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Him alone she sees and hears,</div> - <div class='line'>Makes efforts and complainings; nor gives o’er</div> - <div class='line'>Until her fellow sank, and reappeared no more.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>Tribute</span></h3> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c007'> - <div><em>To the Memory of the Same Dog.</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Lie here, without a record of thy worth,</div> - <div class='line'>Beneath a covering of the common earth!</div> - <div class='line'>It is not from unwillingness to praise,</div> - <div class='line'>Or want of love, that here no stone we raise;</div> - <div class='line'>More thou deservest; but <em>this</em> man gives to man,</div> - <div class='line'>Brother to brother, <em>this</em> is all we can.</div> - <div class='line'>Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear</div> - <div class='line'>Shall find thee through all changes of the year:</div> - <div class='line'>This oak points out thy grave; the silent tree</div> - <div class='line'>Will gladly stand a monument of thee.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span>Cowper, who tenderly loved all animals, -did not fail to honour a dog with -a poetical tribute in The Dog and the -Water Lily, celebrating the devotion -of “my spaniel, prettiest of his race.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>It was the time when Ouse displayed</div> - <div class='line in2'>His lilies newly blown;</div> - <div class='line'>Their beauties I intent surveyed,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And one I wished my own.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>With cane extended far, I sought</div> - <div class='line in2'>To steer it close to land;</div> - <div class='line'>But still the prize, though nearly caught,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Escaped my eager hand.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Beau marked my unsuccessful pains</div> - <div class='line in2'>With fixed, considerate face,</div> - <div class='line'>And puzzling set his puppy brains</div> - <div class='line in2'>To comprehend, the case.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But chief myself, I will enjoin,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Awake at duty’s call,</div> - <div class='line'>To show a love as prompt as thine</div> - <div class='line in2'>To Him who gives us all.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But with a chirrup clear and strong,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Dispersing all his dream,</div> - <div class='line'>I thence withdrew, and followed long</div> - <div class='line in2'>The windings of the stream.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>My ramble finished, I returned.</div> - <div class='line in2'>Beau, trotting far before,</div> - <div class='line'>The floating wreath again discerned,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And, plunging, left the shore.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>I saw him, with that lily cropped,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Impatient swim to meet</div> - <div class='line'>My quick approach, and soon he dropped</div> - <div class='line in2'>The treasure at my feet.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Charmed with this sight, the world, I cried,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Shall hear of this, thy deed:</div> - <div class='line'>My dog shall mortify the pride</div> - <div class='line in2'>Of man’s superior breed.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Forster tells us fully of Dickens’s -devotion to his many dogs, quoting -the novelist’s inimitable way of describing -his favourites. In Dr. Marigold -there is an especially good bit -about “me and my dog.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>“My dog knew as well as I did when -she was on the turn. Before she broke -out he would give a howl and bolt. -How he knew it was a mystery to -me, but the sure and certain knowledge -of it would wake him up out of -his soundest sleep, and would give a -howl and bolt. At such times I wished -I was him.” After the death of child -and wife, he says: “Me and my dog -was all the company left in the cart -now, and the dog learned to give a -short bark when they wouldn’t bid, -and to give another and a nod of his -head when I asked him ‘Who said -<span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>half a crown?’ He attained to an -immense height of popularity, and, I -shall always believe, taught himself -entirely out of his own head to growl -at any person in the crowd that bid -as low as sixpence. But he got to be -well on in years, and one night when -I was convulsing York with the spectacles -he took a convulsion on his own -account, upon the very footboard by -me, and it finished him.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Mr. Laurence Hutton, in the St. -Nicholas, has lately expressed his sentiments -about dogs, as follows:</p> - -<p class='c004'>“It was Dr. John Brown, of Edinburgh, -I think, who spoke in sincere -sympathy of the man who “led a dog-less -life.” It was Mr. “Josh Billings,” -I know, who said that in the whole -history of the world there is but one -thing that money can not buy—to wit, -the wag of a dog’s tail. And it was -Prof. John C. Van Dyke who declared -the other day, in reviewing the artistic -career of Landseer, that he made his -dogs too human. It was the great -Creator himself who made dogs too -human—so human that sometimes -they put humanity to shame.</p> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span>“I have been the friend and confidant -of three dogs, who helped to humanize -me for the space of a quarter of a -century, and who had souls to be -saved, I am sure, and when I cross -the Stygian River I expect to find on -the other shore a trio of dogs wagging -their tails almost off in their joy -at my coming, and with honest tongues -hanging out to lick my hands and my -feet. And then I am going, with these -faithful, devoted dogs at my heels, to -talk dogs over with Dr. John Brown, -Sir Edward Landseer, and Mr. Josh -Billings.”</p> - -<p class='c002'>Do dogs have souls—a spark of -life that after death lives on elsewhere?</p> - -<p class='c004'>Many have hoped so, from Wesley -to the little boy who has lost his cherished -comrade.</p> - -<p class='c004'>It is certain that dogs show qualities -that in a man would be called reason, -quick apprehension, presence of mind, -courage, self-abnegation, affection unto -death.</p> - -<p class='c004'>At the close of this chapter may I -be allowed to tell of two of my special -<span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>friends—one a fox terrier, owned by -Mr. Howard Ticknor, of Boston; the -other my own interesting pet—who -have never failed to learn any trick -suggested to them? Antoninus Pius, -called Tony for short, goes through -more than a score of wonderful accomplishments, -such as playing on -the piano, crossing his paws and looking -extremely artistic, if not inspired, -dancing a skirt dance, spinning on a -flax wheel, performing on a tambourine -swung by a ribbon round his -neck; plays pattycake with his mistress. -And my own intelligent Yorkshire -terrier mounts a chair back and -preaches with animation, eloquence, -and forcible gestures; knocks down -a row of books and then sits on them, -as a book reviewer; stands in a corner -with right paw uplifted, as a tableau -of Liberty enlightening the -World; rings a bell repeatedly and -with increasing energy, to call us to -the table; sings with head and eyes -uplifted, to accompaniment of harmonica—and -each is just beginning -his education.</p> - -<p class='c004'>I have read lately an account of a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>knowing dog, with a sort of sharp -cockney ability, who used to go daily -with penny in mouth and buy a roll. -Once one right out of the oven was -given to him; he dropped it, seized -his money off the counter, and changed -his baker.</p> - -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span></div> -<div class='section ph2'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>COMPLIMENTS TO CATS.</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>You may own a cat, but cannot govern one.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='ph3'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c005'> - <div>TO A KITTEN.</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But not alone by cottage fire</div> - <div class='line'>Do rustics rude thy feats admire;</div> - <div class='line'>The learnèd sage, whose thoughts explore</div> - <div class='line'>The widest range of human lore;</div> - <div class='line'>Or, with unfettered fancy fly</div> - <div class='line'>Through airy heights of poesy;</div> - <div class='line'>Pausing, smiles with altered air</div> - <div class='line'>To see thee climb his elbow-chair,</div> - <div class='line'>Or, struggling with the mat below,</div> - <div class='line'>Hold warfare with his slippered toe.</div> - <div class='line in26'><span class='sc'>Joanna Baillie.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span> - <h2 class='c008'>CATS.</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c002'>God made the cat in order to give to man the -pleasurable sense of having caressed the tiger.</p> - -<h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>Méry.</span></h3> - -<p class='c002'>Public sentiment is not so unanimously -in favour of cats, yet they -have had their warm admirers, while -in Egypt they were adored as divine—worshipped -as an emblem of the -moon. When a cat died, the owners -gave the body a showy funeral, went -into mourning, and shaved off their -eyebrows. Diodorus tells of a Roman -soldier who was condemned to -death for killing a cat. It is said that -Cambyses, King of Persia, when he -went to fight the Egyptians, fastened -before every soldier’s breast a live cat. -Their enemies dared not run the risk -of hurting their sacred pets, and so -were conquered.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Artists, monarchs, poets, diplomatists, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>religious leaders, authors, have -all condescended to care for cats. A -mere list of their names would make -a big book. For instance, Godefroi -Mind, a German artist, was called the -Raphael of Cats. People would hunt -him up in his attic, and pay large -prices for his pictures. In the long -winter evenings he amused himself -carving tiny cats out of chestnuts, -and could not make them fast enough -for those who wanted to buy. Mohammed -was so fond of his cat Muezza -that once, when she was sleeping -on his sleeve, he cut off the sleeve -rather than disturb her. Andrew Doria, -one of the rulers of Venice, not -only had a portrait painted of his pet -cat, but after her death had her skeleton -preserved as a treasure. Richelieu’s -special favourite was a splendid -Angora, his resting place being the -table covered with state papers. Montaigne -used to rest himself by a frolic -with his cat. Fontenelle liked to -place his “Tom” in an armchair and -deliver an oration before him. The -cat of Cardinal Wolsey sat by his side -when he received princes. Petrarch -<span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>had his pet feline embalmed and -placed in his apartment.</p> - -<p class='c004'>You see, the idea of the cat being -the pet of old maids alone is far from -true. Edward Lear, of Nonsense -Verses fame, wrote of himself:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He has many friends, laymen and clerical;</div> - <div class='line in2'>Old Foss is the name of his cat;</div> - <div class='line'>His body is perfectly spherical;</div> - <div class='line in2'>He weareth a runcible hat.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>Wordsworth wrote about a Kitten -and the Falling Leaves. A volume -of two hundred and eighty-five pages -of poems in all languages, consecrated -to the memory of a single cat, was -published at Milan in 1741. Shelley -wrote verses to a cat.</p> - -<p class='c004'>It seems unjust to assert that the cat -is incapable of personal attachment, -when she has won the affection of so -many of earth’s great ones. The skull -of Morosini’s cat is preserved among -the relics of that Venetian worthy. -Andrea Doria’s cat was painted with -him. Sir Henry Wyat’s gratitude to -the cat who saved him from starvation -in the Tower of London by bringing -him pigeons to eat, caused this remark: -“You shall not find his picture -<span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>anywhere but with a cat beside him.” -Cowper often wrote about his cats -and kittens. Horace Walpole wrote to -Gray, mourning the loss of his handsomest -cat, and Gray replied: “I -know Zara and Zerlina, or rather I -knew them both together, for I can -not justly say which was which. -Then, as to your handsomest cat, I -am no less at a loss; as well as knowing -one’s handsomest cat is always the -cat one likes best, or, if one be alive -and the other dead, it is usually the -latter that is handsomest. Besides, if -the point were so clear, I hope you -do not think me so ill bred as to forget -my interest in the survivor—oh, -no! I would rather seem to mistake, -and imagine, to be sure, that it must -be the tabby one.” It was the tabby; -her death being sudden and pitiful, -tumbling from a “lofty vase’s side” -while trying to secure a goldfish for -her dinner. Gray sent Walpole an -ode inspired by the misfortune, in -which he said:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>What woman’s heart can gold despise?</div> - <div class='line in2'>What cat’s averse to fish?</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>and thus describes the final scene:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>Eight times emerging from the flood,</div> - <div class='line'>She mewed to every watery god</div> - <div class='line in4'>Some speedy aid to send.</div> - <div class='line'>No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor cruel Tom nor Susan heard.</div> - <div class='line in4'>A favourite has no friend.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>Upon Gray’s death, Walpole placed -Zerlina’s vase upon a pedestal marked -with the first stanza.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Jeremy Bentham at first christened -his cat Langbourne; afterward, Sir -John Langbourne; and when very -wise and dignified, the Rev. Sir John -Langbourne, D. D. Pius IX allowed -his cat to sit with him at table, waiting -his turn to be fed in a most decorous -manner. Théophile Gautier -tells us how beautifully his cats behaved -at the dinner table. A friend -visiting Bishop Thirlwall in his retirement, -thought he looked weary, and -asked him to take the big easy-chair. -“Don’t you see who is already there?” -said the great churchman, pointing to -a cat asleep on the cushion. “She -must not be disturbed.” Helen Hunt -Jackson devoted a large book to the -praise of cats and kittens. We know -that Isaac Newton was fond of cats, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>for did he not make two holes in his -barn door—a big one for old pussy to -go in and out, and a little one for the -kitty?</p> - -<p class='c004'>Among French authors we recall -Rousseau, who has much to say in -favour of felines. Colbert reared half -a dozen cats in his study, and taught -them many interesting tricks. The -cat supplied Perrault with one of the -most attractive subjects of his stories, -and under the magical pen of this admirable -story-teller, Puss in Boots has -become an example of the power of -work, industry, and <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">savoir-faire</span></i>. Gautier -scoffs at storms raging without, -as long as he has</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Sur mes genoux un chat qui se joue et folâtre,</span></div> - <div class='line'><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Un livre pour veiller, un fauteil pour devenir.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>Béranger, in his idyl The Cat, makes -an intelligent cat a go-between of lovers. -Baudelaire returned from his -wanderings in the East a devotee of -cats, and addressed to them several -fine bits of verse; they are seen in -his poetry, as dogs in the paintings -of Paul Veronese. Here is a sample:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>Come, beauty, rest upon my loving heart,</div> - <div class='line in2'>But cease thy paws’ sharp-nailèd play,</div> - <div class='line'>And let me peer into those eyes that dart</div> - <div class='line in2'>Mixed agate and metallic ray.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>Again:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Grave scholars and mad lovers all admire</div> - <div class='line in2'>And love, and each alike, at his full tide</div> - <div class='line in2'>Those suave and puissant cats, the fireside’s pride,</div> - <div class='line'>Who like the sedentary life and glow of fire.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>How he enjoys, nay, revels in the -musical purr!—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Those tones which purl and percolate</div> - <div class='line in2'>Deep down into my shadowy soul,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Exalt me like a fine tune’s roll,</div> - <div class='line'>And yield the joy love philters make.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>There is no note in the world,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Nor perfect instrument I know,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Can lift my heart to such a glow</div> - <div class='line'>And set its vibrant chord in whirl,</div> - <div class='line'>As thy rich voice mysterious.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Champfleury, another French writer, -has recorded that, visiting Victor Hugo -once, he found, in a room decorated -with tapestries and Gothic furniture, a -cat enthroned on a dais, and apparently -receiving the homage of the company. -Sainte-Beuve’s cat sat on his -desk, and walked freely over his critical -<span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>essays. “I value in the cat,” says -Chateaubriand, “that indifferent and -almost ungrateful temper which prevents -itself from attaching itself to -any one; the indifference with which -it passes from the <em>salon</em> to the housetop.” -Marshal Turenne amused himself -for hours in playing with his kittens. -The great general, Lord Heathfield, -would often appear on the walls -of Gibraltar at the time of the famous -siege, attended by his favourite cats. -Montaigne wrote: “When I play with -my cat, who knows whether I do not -make her more sport than she makes -me? We mutually divert each other -with our play. If I have my hour to -begin or refuse, so has she.” As -George Eliot puts it, “Who can tell -what just criticisms the cat may be -passing on us beings of wider speculation?” -Chateaubriand’s cat Micette -is well known. He used to stroke her -tail, to notify Madame Récamier that -he was tired or bored.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Cats and their friendships are not -spoken of in the Bible. But they are -mentioned in Sanskrit writing two -thousand years old, and, as has been -<span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span>said before, they were household pets -and almost idols with the Egyptians, -who mummied them in company with -kings and princes. They were also -favourites in India and Persia, and -can claim relationship with the royal -felines of the tropics. Simonides, in -his Satire on Women, the earliest extant, -sets it down that froward women -were made from cats, just as most virtuous, -industrious matrons were developed -from beer. In Mills’s History -of the Crusades the cat was an -important personage in religious festivals. -At Aix, in Provence, the finest -he cat was wrapped like a child in -swaddling clothes and exhibited in a -magnificent shrine: every knee bent, -every hand strewed flowers.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Several cats have been immortalized -by panegyrics and epitaphs from famous -masters. Joachim de Bellay has -left this pretty tribute:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">C’est Beland, mon petit chat gris—</span></div> - <div class='line'><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Beland, qui fut peraventure</span></div> - <div class='line'><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Le plus bel œuvre que nature</span></div> - <div class='line'><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Fit onc en matière de chats.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>The pensive Selima, owned by Walpole, -was mourned by Gray, and from -<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>the Elegy we get the favourite aphorism, -“A favourite has no friends.” -Arnold mourned the great Atossa. -One of Tasso’s best sonnets was addressed -to his favourite cat. Cats -figure in literature from Gammer -Gurton’s Needle to our own day. -Shakespeare mentions the cat forty-four -times—“the harmless, necessary -cat,” etc. Goldsmith wrote:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Around in sympathetic mirth</div> - <div class='line in2'>Its tricks the kitten tries;</div> - <div class='line'>The cricket chirrups in the hearth,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The crackling fagot flies.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>Joanna Baillie wrote in the same -strain.</p> - -<p class='c004'>In one of Gay’s fables about animals -the cat is asked what she can -do to benefit the proposed confederation. -She answers scornfully:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>... These teeth, these claws,</div> - <div class='line'>With vigilance shall serve the cause.</div> - <div class='line'>The mouse destroyed by my pursuit</div> - <div class='line'>No longer shall your feasts pollute,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor eat, from nightly ambuscade</div> - <div class='line'>With watchful teeth your stores invade.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>The story of Dick Whittington and -his cat is doubtless true. All the pictorial -and architectural relics of Whittington -<span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>represent him with the cat—a -black and white cat—at his left hand, -or his hand resting on a cat. One of -the figures that adorned the gate at -Newgate represented Liberty with the -figure of a cat lying at her feet. Whittington -was a former founder. In the -cellar of his old house at Gloucester -there was found a stone, probably part -of a chimney, showing in <i><span lang="it" xml:lang="it">basso-rilievo</span></i> -the figure of a boy carrying in his -arms a cat. Cowper has a poem on A -Cat retired from Business. Heinrich’s -verses are well known, or should be:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The neighbours’ old cat often</div> - <div class='line in2'>Came to pay us a visit.</div> - <div class='line'>We made her a bow and a courtesy,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Each with a compliment in it.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>After her health we asked,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Our care and regard to evince;</div> - <div class='line'>We have made the very same speeches</div> - <div class='line in2'>To many an old cat since.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>This translation was by Mrs. Browning; -many others have tried it with -success. Alfred de Musset apostrophized -his cats in verse. Paul de -Koch frequently describes a favourite -cat in his novels. Hoffman, the -German novelist, introduces cats into -<span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>his weird and fantastic tales, and Poe -has given us The Black Cat. Keats -composed a</p> - -<h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>Sonnet to a Cat</span>:</h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Cat, who has passed thy grand climacteric,</div> - <div class='line'>How many mice and rats hast in thy days</div> - <div class='line'>Destroyed? How many tidbits stolen? Gaze</div> - <div class='line'>With those bright languid segments green, and prick</div> - <div class='line'>Those velvet ears, but prythee do not stick</div> - <div class='line'>Thy latent talons in me, and tell me all thy frays,</div> - <div class='line'>Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick;</div> - <div class='line'>Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists,</div> - <div class='line'>For all thy wheezy asthma, and for all</div> - <div class='line'>Thy tail’s tip is nicked off, and though the fists</div> - <div class='line'>Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,</div> - <div class='line'>Still is thy fur as when the lists</div> - <div class='line'>In youth thou enteredst on glass-bottled wall.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Clinton Scollard writes tenderly of -his lost</p> - -<h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>Grimalkin</span>:</h3> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c007'> - <div><em>An Elegy on Peter, aged Twelve.</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>In vain the kindly call; in vain</div> - <div class='line'>The plate for which thou once wast fain</div> - <div class='line'>At morn and noon and daylight’s wane,</div> - <div class='line in8'>O king of mousers.</div> - <div class='line'>No more I hear thee purr and purr</div> - <div class='line'>As in the frolic days that were,</div> - <div class='line'>When thou didst rub thy velvet fur</div> - <div class='line in8'>Against my trousers.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>How empty are the places where</div> - <div class='line'>Thou erst wert frankly debonair,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor dreamed a dream of feline care,</div> - <div class='line in8'>A capering kitten.</div> - <div class='line'>The sunny haunts where, grown a cat,</div> - <div class='line'>You pondered this, considered that,</div> - <div class='line'>The cushioned chair, the rug, the mat,</div> - <div class='line in8'>By firelight smitten.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Although of few thou stood’st in dread,</div> - <div class='line'>How well thou knew’st a friendly tread,</div> - <div class='line'>And what upon thy back or head</div> - <div class='line in8'>The stroking hand meant!</div> - <div class='line'>A passing scent could keenly wake</div> - <div class='line'>Thy eagerness for chop or steak.</div> - <div class='line'>Yet, puss, how rarely didst thou break</div> - <div class='line in8'>The eighth commandment!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Though brief thy life, a little span</div> - <div class='line'>Of days compared with that of man,</div> - <div class='line'>The time allotted to thee ran</div> - <div class='line in8'>In smoother meter.</div> - <div class='line'>Now with the warm earth o’er thy breast,</div> - <div class='line'>O wisest of thy kind and best,</div> - <div class='line'>Forever mayst thou softly rest,</div> - <div class='line in8'><i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">In pace</span></i>—Peter.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Agnes Repplier, in her Essays in -Idleness and Dozy Hours, tells us of -Agrippina and her child. Charles -Dudley Warner gave to the world a -character sketch of his cat Calvin.</p> - -<p class='c004'>A young girl who was in the house -with Mr. Whittier, and of whom he -<span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>was very fond, went to him one day -with tearful eyes and a rueful face and -said: “My dear little kitty Bathsheba -is dead, and I want you to write a -poem to put on her gravestone. I -shall bury her under a rose bush!” -Without a moment’s hesitation the -poet said:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Bathsheba! to whom none ever said scat!</div> - <div class='line in10'>No worthier cat</div> - <div class='line in10'>Ever sat on a mat</div> - <div class='line in10'>Or caught a rat;</div> - <div class='line in10'><i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Requiescat!</span></i></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Cats are made very useful. The -English Government keeps cats in -public offices, dockyards, stores, shipping, -and so on. In Vienna, four cats -are employed by town magistrates to -catch mice on the premises of the municipality -with a regular allowance, -voted for their keeping, during active -service, afterward placed on the retired -list with comfortable pension; -much better cared for than college -professors or superannuated ministers -in our country. There are a certain -number of cats in the United States -Post Office to protect mail bags from -rats and mice; also, in the Imperial -<span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span>Printing Office in France, a feline staff -with a keeper. Cats are given charge -of empty corn sacks, so that they shall -not be nibbled and devoured. Cats -are invaluable to farmers in barns and -outhouses, stables, and newly mown -fields.</p> - -<p class='c004'>There are many proverbs about the -cat. Shakespeare says,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Letting I dare not wait upon I would,</div> - <div class='line'>Like the poor cat i’ the adage,</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>meaning, expressed in another proverb,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The cat loves fish, but does not like</div> - <div class='line'>To wet her paws.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Good liquor will make a cat speak.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Not room to swing a cat.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>They used to swing a cat to the branch -of a tree as a mark to shoot at.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Honest as the cat when the meal is out of reach.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Let the cat out of the bag.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>A cat was sometimes substituted for a -sucking pig, and carried in a bag to -market. If a greenhorn chose to buy -without examination, very well; but if -he opened the bag the trick was discovered, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>and he “let the cat out of -the bag.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Sick as a cat.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Touch not a cat without a glove.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>What can you have of a cat but her skin?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>To be made a cat’s paw of,</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>referring to the fable of the monkey -who took the paw of a cat to get some -roasted chestnuts from the hot ashes.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Who is to bell the cat?</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>alluding to the cunning old mouse who -suggested that they should hang a bell -on the cat’s neck to let all mice know -of her approach. “Excellent,” said a -wise young mouse, “but who will undertake -the job?”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Madame Henriette Ronner has given -up half of her long artistic career to the -study of cats, producing a cat world as -impressive as the cattle world of Potter -or the stag and dog world of Landseer. -Harrison Weirs is one of Pussy’s most -devoted adherents. He originated cat -shows at Crystal Palace, London. He -says that dogs, large or small, are generally -useless; while a cat, whether -petted or not, is of service. Without -<span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span>her, rats and mice would overrun the -house. If there were not millions of -cats there would be billions of vermin. -He believes that cats are more critical -in noticing than dogs, as he has seen a -cat open latched doors and push back -bolt or bar; they will wait for the -butcher, hoping for bits of meat, looking -for him only on his stated days, -and know the time for the luncheon -bell to ring. Dogs often bite when -angry; cats seldom. They will travel -a long distance to regain home; form -devoted attachments to other animals, -as horses, cocks, collies, cows, hens, -rabbits, squirrels, and even rats, and -can be taught to respect the life of -birds.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Exactly opposite opinions are held -by others, equally good and fair judges, -and with these the cat is considered selfish, -spiteful, crafty, treacherous, and, -like a low style of politician, subservient -only to the power that feeds them, -and provides a warm berth to snuggle -down in. And we find many anecdotes, -well authenticated, proving them to -be docile, affectionate, good-tempered, -tractable, and even possessed of something -<span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>very like intellect. In the life of -Sir David Brewster, by his daughter, -we find that a cat in the house entered -his room one day and made friendship -in the most affectionate manner; -“looked straight at him, jumped on -my father’s knee, placed a paw on -each shoulder, and kissed him as distinctly -as a cat could. From that time -the philosopher himself provided her -breakfast every morning from his own -plate, till one day she disappeared, to -the unbounded sorrow of her master. -Nothing was heard of her for nearly -two years, when Pussy walked into -the house, neither thirsty nor footsore, -made her way without hesitation to -the study, jumped on my father’s knee, -placed a paw on each shoulder and -kissed him, exactly as on the first -day.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Cats can be trained to shake hands, -jump over a stick, sit up on hind legs, -come at a whistle, beg like a dog, but -we seldom take the trouble to find out -how easily they can be taught. Madame -Piozzi (Mrs. Thrale) tells us -of Dr. Johnson’s kindness to his cat, -named Hodge. When the creature -<span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>had grown old and fastidious from illness, -and could eat nothing but oysters, -the gruff old lexicographer always -went out himself to buy Hodge’s dinner. -Boswell adds: “I recollect Hodge -one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson’s -breast apparently with much satisfaction, -while my friend, smiling and half -whistling, rubbed down his back and -pulled him by the tail, and when I observed -he had a fine cat, saying, ‘Why -yes, sir, but I have had cats whom I -liked better than this,’ and then, as if -perceiving Hodge to be out of countenance, -adding, ‘But he is a fine cat, -a very fine cat indeed.’ He once gave -a ludicrous account of the despicable -state of a young gentleman of good -family. ‘Sir, when I heard of him last -he was running about town shooting -cats.’ And then, in a sort of friendly -reverie, he added, ‘But Hodge sha’n’t -be shot; no, Hodge sha’n’t be shot.’” -And this from the gruff, dogmatic thunderer -who snubbed or silenced every -antagonist. Even the selfish, courtly -Lord Chesterfield left a permanent pension -for his cats and their descendants. -Robert Southey has written a Memoir -<span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>of the Cats of Greta Hall. He liked -to see his cats look plump and healthy, -and tried to make them comfortable -and happy. When they were ill he -had them carefully nursed by the -“ladies of the kitchen,” and doctored -by the Keswick apothecary. Indeed, -cats and kittens were so petted and -fondled at Greta Hall by old and -young that Southey sometimes called -the place “Cats’ Eden.” In a letter -to one of his cat-loving friends he says -that “a house is never perfectly furnished -for enjoyment unless there is a -child in it rising three years old, and -a kitten rising three weeks.” This -memorial gives such truthful and impartial -biographies of his rat-catching -friends that he deserves to be known -and admired as the Plutarch of Cats. -The history was compiled for his -daughter. He begins in this way: -“Forasmuch, most excellent Edith -May, as you must always feel a natural -and becoming concern in whatever -relates to the house wherein you -were born, and in which the first part -of your life has thus far so happily -been spent, I have for your instruction -<span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>and delight composed these memoirs, -to the end that the memory of -such worthy animals may not perish, -but be held in deserved honour by my -children and those who shall come -after them.” The sketch is too long -to be given, but it is sparkling with -fun and at times tragic with sad adventures. -Their names were as remarkable -as their characters: Madame -Bianchi; Pulcheria Ovid, so called -because he might be presumed to be -a master in the art of love; Virgil, because -something like Ma-ro might be -detected in his notes of courtship; -Othello, black and jealous; Prester -John, who turned out not to be of -John’s gender, and therefore had the -name altered to Pope Joan; Rumpelstilchen, -a name borrowed from -Grimm’s Tales, and Hurlyburlybuss. -Rumpelstilchen lived nine years. After -describing various cats, their adventures -and misadventures, Madame Bianchi -disappeared, and Pulcheria soon -after died of a disease epidemic at that -time among cats. “For a considerable -time afterward an evil fortune attended -all our attempts at re-establishing -<span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span>a cattery. Ovid disappeared and -Virgil died of some miserable distemper. -The Pope, I am afraid, came to a -death of which other popes have died. -I suspect that some poison which the -rats had turned out of their holes -proved fatal to their enemy. For -some time I feared we were at the -end of our cat-a-logue, but at last Fortune, -as if to make amends for her late -severity, sent us two at once, the never-to-be-enough-praised -Rumpelstilchen, -and the equally-to-be-admired Hurlyburlybuss. -And ‘first for the first of -these,’ as my huge favourite and almost -namesake Robert South says in -his sermons.” He then explains at -length a German tale in Grimm’s collection -(a most charming tale it is, too), -which gave the former cat his strange -and magi-sonant appellation. “Whence -came Hurlyburlybuss was long a mystery. -He appeared here as Manco -Capac did in Peru and Quetzalcohuatl -among the Aztecs—no one knew -whence. He made himself acquainted -with all the philofelists of the family, -attaching himself more particularly to -Mrs. Lorell; but he never attempted -<span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>to enter the house, frequently disappeared -for days, and once since my -return for so long a time that he was -actually believed to be dead and veritably -lamented as such. The wonder -was, whither did he retire at such -times, and to whom did he belong; -for neither I in my daily walks, nor -the children, nor any of the servants, -ever by chance saw him anywhere except -in our own domain. There was -something so mysterious in this that -in old times it might have excited -strong suspicion, and he would have -been in danger of passing for a witch -in disguise, or a familiar. The mystery, -however, was solved about four -weeks ago, when, as we were returning -home from a walk up the Greta, -Isabel saw him on his transit across -the road and the wall from Shulicson -in a direction toward the hill. But to -this day we are ignorant who has the -honour to be his owner in the eye of -the law, and the owner is equally ignorant -of the high favour in which Hurlyburlybuss -is held, of the heroic name -he has obtained, and that his fame has -extended far and wide; yea, that with -<span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span>Rumpelstilchen he has been celebrated -in song, and that his glory will go down -to future generations. A strong enmity -existed between these two cats -of remarkable nomenclature, and many -were their altercations. Some weeks -ago Hurlyburlybuss was manifestly -emaciated and enfeebled by ill health, -and Rumpelstilchen with great magnanimity -made overtures of peace. -The whole progress of the treaty was -seen from the parlour window. The -caution with which Rumpel made his -advances, the sullen dignity with which -they were received, their mutual uneasiness -when Rumpel, after a slow and -wary approach seated himself whisker -to whisker with his rival, the mutual -fear which restrained not only teeth -and claws but even all tones of defiance, -the mutual agitation of their -tails, which, though they did not expand -with anger could not be kept -still for suspense, and lastly the manner -in which Hurly retreated, like -Ajax, still keeping his face toward his -old antagonist, were worthy to have -been represented by that painter who -was called the Raphael of Cats. The -<span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span>overture, I fear, was not accepted as -generously as it was made, for no -sooner had Hurlyburlybuss recovered -strength than hostilities were recommenced -with greater violence than -before. Dreadful were the combats -which ensued.... All means of reconciling -them and making them understand -how goodly a thing it is for cats -to dwell together in peace, and what -fools they are to quarrel and tear each -other, are vain. The proceedings of -the Society for the Abolition of War -are not more utterly ineffectual and -hopeless. All we can do is to act -more impartially than the gods did -between Achilles and Hector, and -continue to treat both with equal regard.” -I will only add the closing -words: “And thus having brought -down these Memoirs of the Cats of -Greta Hall to the present day, I commit -the precious memorial to your -keeping. Most dissipated and light-heeled -daughter, your most diligent -and light-hearted father, Keswick, 18 -June, 1824.” Rumpel lived nine years, -surrounded by loving attentions, and -when he died, May 18, 1833, Southey -<span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>wrote to an old friend, Grosvenor -Bedford: “Alas! Grosvenor, this day -poor old Rumpel was found dead, after -as long and happy a life as cat could -wish for, if cats form wishes on that subject. -There should be a court mourning -in cat land, and if the Dragon (a -cat of Mr. Bedford’s) wear a black ribbon -around his neck, or a band of crepe, -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">à la militaire</span></i>, round one of the forepaws, -it will be but a becoming mark -of respect. As we have no catacombs -here, he is to be decently interred in -the orchard, and catnip planted on his -grave.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Among modern celebrities who are -fond of cats are the actress, Ellen -Terry, who loves to play with kittens -on the floor; Mr. Edmund Yates, the -late novelist and journalist, whose cat -used to sit down to dinner beside her -master; and Julian Hawthorne, who -has a faithful friend in his noble Tom, -who invariably sits on his shoulder -while he is writing. And when Tom -thinks enough work has been done for -one sitting, he gets down to the table -and pulls away the manuscript. A cat -denoted liberty, and was carved at the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span>feet of the Roman Goddess of Liberty. -Cats are seldom given credit for either -intelligence or affection, but many -trustworthy anecdotes prove that they -possess both, and also that they seem -to understand what is said, not only -to them but about them. They are -more unsophisticated than the dog; -civilization to them has not yet become -second nature.</p> - -<h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>A Cat Story.</span></h3> - -<p class='c018'>You may be interested in hearing of -the crafty trick of a black Persian. -Prin is a magnificent animal, but -withal a most dainty one, showing -distinct disapproval of any meat not -cooked in the especial way he likes, -viz., roast. The cook, of whom he is -very fond, determined to break this -bad habit. Stewed or boiled meat was -accordingly put ready for him, but, as -he had often done before, he turned -from it in disgust. However, this time -no fish or roast was substituted. For -three days the saucer of meat was untouched, -and no other food given. But -on the fourth morning the cook was -much rejoiced at finding the saucer -<span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span>empty. Prin ran to meet her, and the -good woman told her mistress how extra -affectionate that repentant cat was -that morning. He did enjoy his dinner -of roast that day (no doubt served with -a double amount of gravy). It was not -till the pot-board under the dresser was -cleaned on Saturday that his artfulness -was brought to light. There, in one -of the stewpans back of the others, was -the contents of the saucer of stewed -meat. There was no other animal -about the place, and the other two -servants were as much astonished as -the cook at the clever trick played on -them by this terribly spoiled pet of -the house. But the cook was mortified -at the thought of that saucer of roast -beef. I know this story to be true, and -I have known the cat for the last nine -or ten years. It lives at Clapham.</p> - -<p class='c002'>I will close this catalogue of feline -attractions with two conundrums: -Why does a cat cross the road? Because -it wants to get to the other -side. What is that which never was -and never will be? A mouse’s nest in -a cat’s ear.</p> - -<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span></div> -<div class='section ph2'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>ALL SORTS.</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>God made all the creatures and gave them our love and our fear,</div> - <div class='line'>To give sign, we and they are his children, one family here.</div> - <div class='line in28'><span class='sc'>Browning’s Saul.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span> - <h2 class='c008'>ALL SORTS.</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c014'>If thy heart be right, then will every creature be to thee a mirror of life, and a book of holy doctrine.—<span class='sc'>Thomas À Kempis.</span></p> - -<p class='c002'>It would be pleasant to believe it -was a proof of a good and tender nature -to delight in pets, but men and -women, notorious for cruelty and bad -lives, have been devoted to them, lavishing -tenderness, elsewhere denied. -Catullus, the famous Roman poet, -wrote a lament for Lesbia’s Sparrow; -Lesbia, the shameless, false-hearted -beauty who could weep for a dead -bird, but poison her husband! You -often see pretty plaster heads of Lesbia -with the bird perched upon her -finger, her face bent toward it with a -look that is a caress. And the poem -has not lost its grace or charm through -all the centuries.</p> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span> - <h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>On the Death of Lesbia’s Sparrow.</span></h3> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Mourn, all ye Loves and Graces! mourn,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Ye wits, ye gallants, and ye gay!</div> - <div class='line'>Death from my fair her bird has torn—</div> - <div class='line in2'>Her much-loved sparrows snatched away.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Her very eyes she prized not so,</div> - <div class='line in2'>For he was fond, and knew my fair</div> - <div class='line'>Well as young girls their mothers know,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And sought her breast and nestled there.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Once, fluttering round from place to place,</div> - <div class='line in2'>He gaily chirped to her alone;</div> - <div class='line'>But now that gloomy path must trace</div> - <div class='line in2'>Whence Fate permits none to return.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Accursèd shades o’er hell that lower,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Oh, be my curses on you heard!</div> - <div class='line'>Ye, that all pretty things devour,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Have torn from me my pretty bird.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Oh, evil deed! Oh, sparrow dead!</div> - <div class='line in2'>Oh, what a wretch, if thou canst see</div> - <div class='line'>My fair one’s eyes with weeping red,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And know how much she grieves for thee.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>James I, of England, whom Dickens -designates as “His Sowship,” to -express his detestation of his character, -had a variety of dumb favourites. -Although a remorseless destroyer -of animals in the chase, he had an intense -pleasure in seeing them around -<span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span>him happy and well cared for in a state -of domesticity. In 1623 John Bannat -obtained a grant of the king’s interest -in the leases of two gardens and a -tenement in the Nuriones, on the condition -of building and maintaining a -house wherein to keep and rear his -Majesty’s newly imported silkworms. -Sir Thomas Dale, one of the settlers of -the then newly formed colony of Virginia, -returning to Europe on leave, -brought with him many living specimens -of American zoölogy, among -them some flying squirrels. This -coming to his Majesty’s ears, he was -seized with a boyish impatience to -add them to the private menageries -in St. James’s Park. At the council -table and in the circle of his courtiers -he recurs again and again to the subject, -wondering why Sir Thomas had -not given him “the first pick” of his -cargo of curiosities. He reminded -them how the recently arrived Muscovite -ambassador had brought him -live sables, and, what he loved even -better, splendid white gyrfalcons of -Iceland; and when Buckingham suggested -that in the whole of her reign -<span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>Queen Elizabeth had never received -live sables from the Czar, James made -special inquiries if such were really -the case. Some one of his loving subjects, -desirous of ministering to his -favourite hobby, had presented him -with a cream-coloured fawn. A nurse -was immediately hired for it, and the -Earl of Shrewsbury commissioned to -write as follows to Miles Whytakers, -signifying the royal pleasure as to future -procedure: “The king’s Majesty -hath commissioned me to send this -rare beast, a white hind calf, unto -you, together with a woman, his nurse, -that hath kept it and bred it up. His -Majesty would have you see it be -kept in every respect as this good -woman doth desire, and that the -woman be lodged and boarded by -you until his Majesty come to Theobald’s -on Monday next, and then -you shall know further of his pleasure. -What account his Majesty maketh of -this fine beast you may guess, and -no man can suppose it to be more -rare than it is; therefore I know that -your care of it will be accordingly. -So in haste I bid you my hearty farewell. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>At Whitehall, this 6th of November, -1611.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>About 1629 the King of Spain effected -an important diversion in his own -favour by sending the king—priceless -gift—an elephant and five camels. Going -through London after midnight, -says a state paper, they could not pass -unseen, and the clamour and outcry -raised by some street loiterers at sight -of their ponderous bulk and ungainly -step, roused the sleepers from their -beds in every street through which -they passed. News of this unlooked-for -addition to the Zoölogical Garden -is conveyed to Theobald’s as speedily -as horseflesh, whip and spur, could -do their work. Then arose an interchange -of missives to and fro betwixt -the king, my lord treasurer, and Mr. -Secretary Connay, grave, earnest, deliberate, -as though involving the settlement -or refusal of some treaty of -peace. In muttered sentences, not -loud but deep, the thrifty lord treasurer -shows “how little he is in love -with royal presents, which cost his -master as much to maintain as could -a garrison.” No matter. Warrants -<span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>are issued to the officers of the Mews -and to Buckingham, master of the -horse, that the elephant is to be daily -well dressed and fed, but that he -should not be led forth to water, nor -any admitted to see him without directions -from his keeper. The camels -are to be daily grazed in the park, but -brought back at night with all possible -precautions to secure them from -the vulgar gaze. The elephant had -two Spaniards and two Englishmen to -take care of him, and the royal quadruped -had royal fare. His keepers -affirm that from the month of September -till April he must drink not -water but wyne; and from April to -September “he must have a gallon of -wyne the day.” His winter allowance -was six bottles per diem, but perhaps -his keepers relieved him occasionally -of a portion of the tempting beverage -which they probably thought too good -to waste on an animal even if it be a -royal elephant.</p> - -<p class='c004'>When Voltaire was living near Geneva -he owned a large monkey which -used to attack and even bite both -friends and enemies. This repulsive -<span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span>pet one day gave his master three -wounds in the leg, obliging him for -some time to hobble on crutches. He -had named the creature Luc, and in -conversation with intimate friends he -also gave the King of Prussia the same -name, because, said he, “Frederick is -like my monkey, who bites those who -caress him.” As a contrast, remember -how the hermit, Thoreau, used to cultivate -the acquaintance of a little mouse -until it became really tame and would -play a game of bopeep with his eccentric -friend.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Nothing seems too odd or disagreeable -to be regarded with affection. -Lord Erskine, who always expressed -a great interest in animals, had at -one time two leeches for favourites. -Taken dangerously ill at Portsmouth, -he fancied that they had saved his life. -Every day he gave them fresh water -and formed a friendship with them. -He said he was sure that both knew -him, and were grateful for his attentions. -He named them Home and -Cline, for two celebrated surgeons, -and he affirmed that their dispositions -were quite different; in fact, he thought -<span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span>he distinguished individuality in these -black squirmers from the mire.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Even pigs have had the good fortune -to interest persons of genius. -Robert Herrick had a pet pig which -he fed daily with milk from a silver -tankard, and Miss Martineau had the -same odd fancy. She, too, had a pet -pig which she had washed and scrubbed -daily. When too ill to superintend the -operation she would listen at her window -for piggie’s squeal, advertising -that the operation had commenced.</p> - -<p class='c004'>John Wilson, better known as Christopher -North, loved many pets, and -was as unique in his methods with -them as in all other things. His intense -fondness for animals and birds -was often a trial to the rest of the -family, as when his daughter found -he had made a nest for some young -gamecocks in her trunk of party -dresses which was stored in the attic. -On his library table, where “fishing -rods found company with Ben Jonson -and Jeremy Taylor reposed near a -box of barley-sugar,” a tame sparrow -he had befriended hopped blithely -about, master of the situation. This -<span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span>tiny pet imagined itself the most important -occupant of the room. It -would nestle in his waistcoat, hop -upon his shoulder, and seemed influenced -by constant association with a -giant, for it grew in stature until it -was alleged that the sparrow was -gradually becoming an eagle.</p> - -<p class='c004'>The Rev. Gilbert White, who wrote -the Natural History of Selborne, speaks -of a tortoise which he petted, saying, -“I was much taken with its sagacity -in discerning those that show it kind -offices, for as soon as the good old -lady comes in sight who has waited -on it for more than thirty years, it -hobbles toward its benefactress with -awkward alacrity, but remains inattentive -to strangers.” Thus not only -“the ox knoweth his owner and the -ass his master’s crib,” but the most abject -reptile and torpid of beings distinguishes -the hand that feeds it, and is -touched with the feelings of gratitude. -Think of Jeremy Bentham growing a -sort of vetch in his garden to cram his -pockets with to feed the deer in Kensington -Gardens! “I remember,” says -his friend who tells the story, “his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span>pointing it out to me and telling me -the virtuous deer were fond of it, and -ate it out of his hand.” Like Byron, -he once kept a pet bear, but he was in -Russia at the time, and the wolves got -into the poor creature’s box on a terrible -night and carried off a part of -his face, a depredation which the philosopher -never forgot nor forgave to -his dying day. He always kept a supply -of stale bread in a drawer of his -dining table for the “mousies.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>The Brownings had many pets, -among them an owl, which after -death was stuffed and given an honoured -position in the poet’s library. -Sydney Smith professed not to care -for pets, especially disliking dogs; but -he named his four oxen Tug and Lug, -Haul and Crawl, and dosed them when -he fancied they needed medicine. Miss -Martineau relates that a phrenologist -examining Sydney’s head announced, -“This gentleman is a naturalist, always -happy among his collections of birds -and fishes.” “Sir,” said Sydney, turning -upon him solemnly with wide-open -eyes—“sir, I don’t know a fish from -a bird.” But this ignorance and indifference -<span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span>were all assumed. His daughter, -writing of his daily home life, says: -“Dinner was scarcely over ere he called -for his hat and stick and sallied forth -for his evening stroll. Each cow and -calf and horse and pig were in turn -visited and fed and patted, and all -seemed to welcome him; he cared -for their comforts as he cared for the -comforts of every living being around -him.” He used to say: “I am for all -cheap luxuries, even for animals; now, -all animals have a passion for scratching -their back bones; they break down -your gates and palings to effect this. -Look, this is my Universal Scratcher, -a sharp-edged pole resting on a high -and low post, adapted to every height, -from a horse to a lamb. Even the -Edinburgh Reviewer can take his turn; -you have no idea how popular it is.” -Who could resist repeating just here -the wit’s impromptu epigram upon the -sarcastic, diminutive Jeffrey when the -caustic critic was surprised riding on -the children’s pet donkey? “I still -remember the joy-inspiring laughter -that burst from my father at this unexpected -sight, as, advancing toward -<span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>his old friend, with a face beaming -with delight, he exclaimed:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Witty as Horatius Flaccus,</div> - <div class='line'>As great a Jacobin as Gracchus,</div> - <div class='line'>Short, though not as fat as Bacchus,</div> - <div class='line'>Riding on a little jackass.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Before saying good-bye to the donkey -I must give the appeal of Mr. -Evarts’s little daughter at their summer -home in Windsor, Vermont, to -her learned and judicial father; so -naïve and irresistible:</p> - -<p class='c014'>“<span class='sc'>Dear Papa</span>: Do come home soon. -The donkey is so lonesome without -you!”</p> - -<p class='c002'>I once heard Mr. Evarts lamenting -to Chief-Justice Chase that he had been -badly beaten at a game of High Low -Jack by Ben, the learned pig. “I -know now,” said he, “why two pipes -are called a hog’s head. It is on account -of their great capacity!”</p> - -<p class='c004'>One would fancy that a busy lawyer -would have no time to give to pets, but -this is far from true. Burnet, in his life -of Sir Matthew Hale, the most eminent -lawyer in the time of Charles I and -Cromwell, says of him, that “his mercifulness -<span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>extended even to his beasts, for -when the horses that he had kept long -grew old, he would not suffer them -to be sold or much wrought, but ordered -his man to turn them loose on -his grounds and put them only to easy -work, such as going to market and the -like. He used old dogs also with the -same care; his shepherd having one -that was blind with age, he intended -to have killed or lost him, but the judge -coming to hear of it made one of his -servants bring him home and feed him -till he died. And he was scarce ever -seen more angry than with one of his -servants for neglecting a bird that he -kept so that it died for want of food.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Daniel Webster’s fondness for animals -is well known. When his friends -visited him at Marshfield the first excursion -they must take would be to his -barns and pastures, where he would -point out the beauties of an Alderney, -and mention the number of quarts she -gave daily, with all a farmer’s pride, -adding, “I know, for I measured it -myself.” Choate used to tell a story -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">à propos</span></i> of this. Once, when spending -the Sabbath at Marshfield, he went to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span>his room after breakfast to read. Soon -there came an authoritative knock at -the door, and Mr. Webster shouted, -“What are you doing, Choate?” He -replied, “I’m reading.” “Oh,” said -Webster, “come down and see the -pigs.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>He would often rout up his son -Fletcher at a provokingly early hour -to go out and hold a lantern while he -fed the oxen with nubs of corn; and, -noticing a decided lack of enthusiasm -in Fletcher, would say: “You do not -enjoy this society, my son; it’s better -than I find in the Senate.” It was a -touching scene when on the last day, -when he sat in his loved library, he -longed to look once more into the -kindly faces of his honest oxen, and -had them driven up to the window to -say good-bye. Speaking of Choate -recalls a comical story about his finding -in his path, during a summer -morning’s walk, a dozen or more dorbeetles -sprawling on their backs in the -highway enjoying the warm sunshine. -With great care he tipped them all -over into a normal position, when a -friend coming along asked curiously, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span>“What are you doing, Mr. Choate?” -“Why, these poor creatures got overturned, -and I am helping them to take -a fresh start.” “But,” said the other, -“they do that on purpose; they are -sunning themselves, and will go right -back as they were.” This was a new -idea to the puzzled pleader, but with -one of those rare smiles which lit up -his sad, dark face so wonderfully, he -said: “Never mind, I’ve put them -right; if they go back, it is at their -own risk.” And an interesting anecdote -is told in his biography of his -touch of human sympathy for inanimate -objects: “When as a boy he -drove his father’s cows, he says, more -than once when he had thrown away -his switch, he has returned to find it, -and has carried it back and thrown it -under the tree from which he took it, -for he thought, ‘Perhaps there is, after -all, some yearning of Nature between -them still.’”</p> - -<p class='c004'>There are enough anecdotes about -birds as pets to fill another big book. -One of Dickens’s most delightful characters -was ponderous, impetuous Lawrence -Boythorn, with his pet bird lovingly -<span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span>circling about him. In Washington, -in Salmon P. Chase’s home, -when he was Secretary of the Treasury, -lived a pet canary, one of the -tamest, which had a special liking for -the grave, reserved statesman. It was -allowed to fly about the room freely, -and had an invariable habit of calmly -waiting beside the secretary at dinner -until he had used his finger-bowl; then -Master Canary would take possession -of it for a bath. In Jean Paul Richter’s -study stood a table with a cage of canaries. -Between this and his writing -table ran a little ladder, on which the -birds could hop their way to the -poet’s shoulder, where they frequently -perched.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Celia Thaxter loved birds. She -writes: “I can not express to you my -distress at the destruction of the birds. -You know how I love them; every -other poem I have written has some -bird for its subject, and I look at the -ghastly horror of women’s headgear -with absolute suffering. I remonstrate -with every wearer of birds. -No woman worthy of the name would -wish to be instrumental in destroying -<span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span>the dear, beautiful creatures, and for -such idle folly—to deck their heads -like squaws—who are supposed to -know no better—when a ribbon or a -flower would serve their purpose just -as well, and not involve this fearful -sacrifice.” In a letter she describes a -night visit from birds.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Two or three of the earlier were -down in the big bay window, and between -two and three o’clock in the -morning it began softly to rain, and -all at once the room filled with birds: -song sparrows, flycatchers, wrens, nuthatches, -yellow birds, thrushes, all -kinds of lovely feathered creatures -fluttered in and sat on picture frames -and gas fixtures, or whirled, agitated, -in mid air, while troops of others beat -their heads against the glass outside, -vainly striving to get in. The light -seemed to attract them as it does the -moths. We had no peace, there was -such a crowd, such cries and chirps -and flutterings. I never heard of such -a thing; did you?</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Oh, the birds! I do believe few -people enjoy them as you and I do. -The song sparrows and white-throats -<span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>follow after me like chickens when -they see me planting. The martins -almost light on my head; the humming -birds <em>do</em>, and tangle their little -claws in my hair; so do the sparrows. -I wish somebody were here to tell me -the different birds, and recognise these -different voices. There are more birds -than usual this year, I am happy to say. -The women have not assassinated them -all for the funeral pyres they carry on -their heads.... What between the -shrikes and owls and cats and weasels -and women—worst of all—I wonder -there’s a bird left on this planet.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“In the yard of the house at Newton, -where we used to live, I was in -the habit of fastening bones (from -cooked meat) to a cherry tree which -grew close to my sitting-room window; -and when the snow lay thick upon the -ground that tree would be alive with -blue jays and chickadees, and woodpeckers, -red-headed and others, and -sparrows (not English), and various -other delightful creatures. I was -never tired watching them and listening -to them. The sweet housekeeping -of the martins in the little -<span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span>boxes on my piazza roof is more enchanting -to me than the most fascinating -opera, and I worship music. -I think I must have begun a conscious -existence as some kind of a -bird in æons past. I love them so! -I am always up at four, and I hear -everything every bird has to say on -any subject whatever. Tell me, have -you ever tied mutton and beef bones -to the trees immediately around the -house where you live for the birds?”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Matthew Arnold wrote of his canary -and cat in a most loving way.</p> - -<h3 class='c016'><span class='sc'>Poor Matthias.</span></h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Poor Matthias! Found him lying</div> - <div class='line'>Fallen beneath his perch and dying?</div> - <div class='line'>Found him stiff, you say, though warm,</div> - <div class='line'>All convulsed his little form?</div> - <div class='line'>Poor canary, many a year</div> - <div class='line'>Well he knew his mistress dear;</div> - <div class='line'>Now in vain you call his name,</div> - <div class='line'>Vainly raise his rigid frame.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Vainly warm him in your heart,</div> - <div class='line'>Vainly kiss his golden crest,</div> - <div class='line'>Smooth his ruffled plumage fine,</div> - <div class='line'>Touch his trembling beak with wine.</div> - <div class='line'>One more gasp, it is the end,</div> - <div class='line'>Dead and mute our tiny friend.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>Poor Matthias, wouldst thou have</div> - <div class='line'>More than pity? Claim’st a stave?</div> - <div class='line'>Friends more near us than a bird</div> - <div class='line'>We dismissed without a word.</div> - <div class='line'>Rover with the good brown head,</div> - <div class='line'>Great Attossa, they are dead;</div> - <div class='line'>Dead, and neither prose nor rhyme</div> - <div class='line'>Tells the praises of their prime.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><hr class='dotted' /></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Thou hast seen Attossa sage</div> - <div class='line'>Sit for hours beside thy cage;</div> - <div class='line'>Thou wouldst chirp, thou foolish bird,</div> - <div class='line'>Flutter, chirp, she never stirred.</div> - <div class='line'>What were now these toys to her?</div> - <div class='line'>Down she sank amid her fur;</div> - <div class='line'>Eyed thee with a soul resigned,</div> - <div class='line'>And thou deemedst cats were kind.</div> - <div class='line'>Cruel, but composed and bland,</div> - <div class='line'>Dumb, inscrutable and grand,</div> - <div class='line'>So Tiberius might have sat</div> - <div class='line'>Had Tiberius been a cat.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Fare thee well, companion dear,</div> - <div class='line'>Fare forever well, nor fear,</div> - <div class='line'>Tiny though thou art, to stray</div> - <div class='line'>Down the uncompanioned way.</div> - <div class='line'>We without thee, little friend,</div> - <div class='line'>Many years have yet to spend;</div> - <div class='line'>What are left will hardly be</div> - <div class='line'>Better than we spent with thee.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Maclise was one of the intimate associates, -if we may use the expression, -of Dickens’s celebrated Raven. The -<span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span>letter in which the bereaved owners -announced to Maclise the death of -this interesting bird has been published, -but the reply of the artist is -now printed for the first time:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<em>March 13, 1841.</em></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c019'>“<span class='sc'>My dear Dickens</span>: I received the -mournful intelligence of our friend’s -decease last night at eleven, and the -shock was great indeed. I have just -dispatched the announcement to poor -Forster, who will, I am sure, sympathize -deeply with our bereavement.</p> - -<p class='c019'>“I know not what to think is the -probable cause of his death—I reject -the idea of the Butcher Boy, for the -orders he must have in his (the Raven’s) -lifetime received on acct. of the Raven -himself must have been considerable—I -rather cling to the notion of <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">felo de -se</span></i>, but this will no doubt come out -upon the post mortem. How blest -we are to have such an intelligent -coroner in Mr. Wakely! I think he -was just of those grave, melancholic -habits which are the noticeable signs -of your intended suicide—his solitary -<span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span>life—those gloomy tones, when he did -speak—which was always to the purpose, -witness his last dying speech—‘Hallo, -old girl!’ which breathes of -cheerfulness and triumphant resignation—his -solemn suit of raven black -which never grew rusty—altogether -his character was the very prototype -of a Byron Hero and even of a Scott—a -master of Ravenswood——We -ought to be glad he had his family, -I suppose; he seems to have intended -it, however, for his solicitude to deposit -in those Banks in the Garden -his savings, were always very touching—I -suppose his obsequies will take -place immediately—It is beautiful—the -idea of his return soon after death -to the scene of his early youth and -all his joyful associations, to lie with -kindred dusts amid his own ancestral -groves, after having come out -and made such a noise in the world, -having clearly booked his place in -that immortality coach driven by -Dickens.</p> - -<p class='c019'>“Yes, he committed suicide, he felt -he had done it and done with life—the -hundreds of years!! What were -<span class='pageno' id='Page_127'>127</span>they to him? There was nothing near -to live for—and he committed the -rash act.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r c015'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Sympathizingly yours,</div> - <div class='line in12'>“<span class='sc'>D. Maclise</span>.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c002'>The pet dove of Thurlow Weed -seemed inconsolable after his death. -When any gentleman called at the -house the bird would alight on his -shoulder, coo, and peer into his face. -Then finding it was not his dear -friend, he would sadly seek some -other perch. Miss Weed writes: -“Since the day that father’s remains -were carried away, the affectionate -creature has been seeking for his master. -He flies through every room in -the house, and fairly haunts the library. -Many times every day the mourning -bird comes and takes a survey of the -room. He will tread over every inch -of space on the lounge, and then go -to the rug, over which he will walk -repeatedly, as if in expectation of his -dead master’s coming. Does not this -seem akin to human grief?”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Whittier wrote a good deal about -his pet parrot. Read his poem called -<span class='pageno' id='Page_128'>128</span>“The Bird’s Question.” After his -tragic end, the Quaker bard wrote of -him: “I have met with a real loss. -Poor Charlie is dead. He has gone -where the good parrots go. He has -been ailing and silent for some time, -and he finally died. Do not laugh at -me, but I am sorry enough to cry if -it would do any good. He was an old -friend. Lizzie liked him. And he -was the heartiest, jolliest, pleasantest -old fellow I ever saw.” He used to -perch upon the back of his master’s -chair at meal time; at times disgracefully -profane, especially when in moments -of extreme excitement he would -climb to the steeple by way of the -lightning rod, and there he would -dance and sing and swear on a Sunday -morning, amusing the passer-by -and shocking his owner. At last he -fell down the chimney, and was not -discovered for two days. He was rescued -in the middle of the night, and, although -he partially recovered, he soon -died. Whittier said: “We buried poor -Charlie decently. If there is a parrot’s -paradise he ought to go there.” -He also had a pet Bantam rooster -<span class='pageno' id='Page_129'>129</span>which would perch on his shoulder, -and liked to be buttoned up in his -coat. Grace Greenwood in Heads -or Tails speaks of a diplomatic parrot -belonging to Seward, at Washington, -taking part in political discussion, trying -to scream Sumner down, and so -sympathetic that when his master had -a cough he had symptoms of bronchitis.</p> - -<p class='c004'>In a trustworthy collection of epitaphs -may be found this quaint tribute -with old-fashioned formality to a pet -bird:</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Here lieth, aged three months, the -body of Richard Acanthus, a young -person of unblemished character. He -was taken in his callow infancy from -the wing of a tender parent by the -rough and pitiless hand of a two-legged -animal without feathers.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Though born with the most aspiring -disposition and unbending love of -freedom he was closely confined in a -grated prison, and scarcely permitted -to view those fields of which he had -an undoubted charter.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Deeply sensible of this infringement -of his natural rights, he was often -<span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span>heard to petition for redress in the most -plaintive notes of harmonious sorrow. -At length his imprisoned soul burst -the prison which his body could not, -and left a lifeless heap of beauteous -feathers.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“If suffering innocence can hope for -retribution, deny not to the gentle -shade of this unfortunate captive the -humble though uncertain hope of animating -some happier form; or trying -his new-fledged pinions in some happy -Elysium, beyond the reach of <span class='sc'>Man</span>, -the tyrant of this lower world.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Few women are so fond of pets as -Sarah Bernhardt. She carries five or -six with her in all her travels. When -in New York the French actress has -apartments at the Hoffman House. -When the writer last visited her there -he was received, upon entering the -sitting room, by half a dozen dogs, -ranging in size and species from the -massive St. Bernard to the tiny, shivering -black and tan.</p> - -<p class='c004'>The actress rose from a low divan -and extended one hand to her guest -while she pressed two very small -snakes to her bosom with the other. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_131'>131</span>After she had resumed her seat upon -the divan, and while conversing, she -fondled the snakes or allowed them to -squirm at will over her person.</p> - -<p class='c004'>In reply to questions, Madame Bernhardt -said that the snakes were used -in the famous scene where Cleopatra -presses the asp to her bosom and dies. -The actress explained that the snakes -with which she was playing were presented -to her by a gentleman in Philadelphia. -She spoke regretfully of the -death of the snakes which she had -brought with her from France, and -which had succumbed to the hardships -of the ocean voyage.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Emily Crawford tells some good -stories about “The Elder Dumas,” -the most dashingly picturesque character, -surely, in the whole range of -literature. We quote a paragraph -showing Dumas’s fondness for animals:</p> - -<p class='c004'>“At his architectural folly of Monte -Cristo, near Saint-Germain-en-Laye, -which he built at a cost of upward of -seven hundred thousand francs, and -sold for thirty-six thousand francs in -1848, Dumas had uninclosed grounds -<span class='pageno' id='Page_132'>132</span>and gardens, which, with the house, -afforded lodgings and entertainment -not only to a host of Bohemian -‘sponges,’ but to all the dogs, cats, -and donkeys that chose to quarter -themselves in the place. It was called -by the neighbours ‘<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">la Maison de Bon -Dieu</span></i>.’ There was a menagerie in the -park, peopled by three apes; Jugurtha, -the vulture, whose transport -from Africa, whence Dumas fetched -him, cost forty thousand francs (it -would be too long to tell why); a big -parrot called Duval; a macaw named -Papa, and another christened Everard; -Lucullus, the golden pheasant; Cæsar, -the game-cock; a pea-fowl and a guinea-fowl; -Myeouf II, the Angora cat, and -the Scotch pointer, Pritchard. This -dog was a character. He was fond of -canine society, and used to sit in the -road looking out for other dogs to -invite them to keep him company at -Monte Cristo. He was taken by his -master to Ham to visit Louis Napoleon -when a prisoner there. The -latter wished to keep Pritchard, but -counted without the intelligence of -the animal in asking Dumas before -<span class='pageno' id='Page_133'>133</span>his face to leave him behind. The -pointer set up a howl so piteous that -the governor of the prison withdrew -the authorization he had given his -captive to retain him.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>It is difficult to think of any created -thing that has not been found sufficiently -interesting to be petted by -some one!</p> - -<p class='c004'>Pliny tells us of a cow that followed -a Pythagorean philosopher on all his -travels. Proud Wolsey was on familiar -terms with a venerable carp. St. -Anthony had a fondness for pigs. -Frank Buckland took to rats. Buffon’s -toad has become historical. Clive -owned a pet tortoise. Gautier wrote -of his lizards, magpie, and chameleon. -Butterflies and crickets have been -domesticated and found responsive. -Rosa Bonheur used to be always escorted -by two great dogs, one on -either side, while in her home a favourite -monkey played upon her staircase, -and amused visitors with its gambols -and pranks. Cowper doffed his -melancholy to play with hares, and -immortalized his rather ungrateful -pensioners in verse:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_134'>134</span>Well—one at least is safe. One sheltered hare</div> - <div class='line'>Has never heard the sanguinary yell</div> - <div class='line'>Of cruel man, exulting in her woes,</div> - <div class='line'>Innocent partner of my peaceful home,</div> - <div class='line'>Whom ten long years’ experience of my care</div> - <div class='line'>Has made at last familiar; she has lost</div> - <div class='line'>Much of her vigilant instinctive dread,</div> - <div class='line'>Not needful here, beneath a roof like mine.</div> - <div class='line'>Yes—thou mayst eat thy bread, and lick the hand</div> - <div class='line'>That feeds thee; thou mayst frolic on the floor</div> - <div class='line'>At ev’ning, and at night retire secure</div> - <div class='line'>To thy straw couch, and slumber unalarmed;</div> - <div class='line'>For I have gained thy confidence, have pledged</div> - <div class='line'>All that is human in me, to protect</div> - <div class='line'>Thine unsuspecting gratitude and love.</div> - <div class='line'>If I survive thee, I will dig thy grave;</div> - <div class='line'>And, when I place thee in it, sighing say,</div> - <div class='line'>I knew at least one hare that had a friend.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>James M. Hoppin, in his Old England, -tells of his visit to Olney, where -Cowper lived. He went to the rooms -where he kept his hares, Puss, Bess, -and Tiny; of the veteran survivor of -this famous trio he says Cowper wrote:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Though duly from my hand he took</div> - <div class='line in2'>His pittance every night,</div> - <div class='line'>He did it with a jealous look,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And when he could, would bite.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Dr. John Hall was seen trudging -through Central Park last winter, followed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_135'>135</span>by a troop of frisky little gay -squirrels. He had been feeding nuts -to them, and they scattered the snow -in clouds as they scampered along -hoping to get more.</p> - -<p class='c004'>It would be interesting to quote -from very many distinguished persons -who believe in the immortality -of the lower animals.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Lord Shaftesbury says: “I have ever -believed in a happy future for animals. -I can not say or conjecture how or -where, but sure I am that the love so -manifested, by dogs especially, is an -emanation from the Divine essence, -and as such it can, or rather it will, -never be extinguished.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Frances Power Cobbe wrote: “I -entirely believe in a higher existence -hereafter, both for myself and for those -whose less happy lives on earth entitle -them far more to expect it, from eternal -love and justice.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Mr. Somerville said: “The dear animals -I believe we shall meet. They suffer -so often here they must live again! -Pain seems a poor proof of immortality, -but it is used by theologians, -and we find many great souls who believe -<span class='pageno' id='Page_136'>136</span>and hope that animals may also -have another life. Agassiz believed -in this firmly. Bishop Butler saw no -reason why the latent powers and capacities -of the lower animals should -not be developed in the future, and -in his Analogy of Religion he endeavoured -to carry out this train of thought, -and to show that the lower animals do -possess those mental and moral characteristics -which we admit in ourselves -to belong to the immortal spirit and not -to the perishable body.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>The Rev. J. G. Wood has written -a most interesting book on Man and -Beast: Here and Hereafter, with the -especial aim of proving the immortality -of the brute creation, showing -that they share with man the attributes -of reason, language, memory, a -sense of moral responsibility, unselfishness, -and love, all of which belong -to the spirit and not to the body.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Bayard Taylor says, “If one should -surmise a lower form of spiritual being -yet equally indestructible, who -need take alarm?” “Yea, they have -all one breath, so that a man hath no -pre-eminence above a beast, for all is -<span class='pageno' id='Page_137'>137</span>vanity,” said the Preacher, more than -two thousand years ago. In Taylor’s -poem to an old horse, Ben Equus, -which died on the farm when he was -a young man, he uses the same idea:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>For I may dream fidelity like thine,</div> - <div class='line in2'>May save some essence in thee from decay,</div> - <div class='line'>That, not neglected by the Soul Divine,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Thy being rises on some unknown way.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Some intermediate heaven, where fields are fresh,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And golden stables littered deep with fern;</div> - <div class='line'>Where fade the wrongs that horses knew in flesh,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And all the joys that horses felt return.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Mrs. Charles writes:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Is all this lost in nothingness,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Such gladness, love, and hope, and trust,</div> - <div class='line'>Such busy thought our thoughts to guess,</div> - <div class='line in2'>All trampled into common dust?</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Or is there something yet to come</div> - <div class='line in2'>From all our science all concealed,</div> - <div class='line'>About the patient creatures dumb</div> - <div class='line in2'>A secret yet to be revealed?</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Writing of the death of a favourite -spaniel, Southey expresses the same -faith:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'>... Mine is no narrow creed,</div> - <div class='line'>And he that gave thee being did not frame</div> - <div class='line'>The mystery of life to be the sport</div> - <div class='line'>Of merciless man. There is another world</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_138'>138</span>For all that live and move—a better one,</div> - <div class='line'>Where the proud bipeds who would fain confine</div> - <div class='line'>Infinite Goodness to the little bounds</div> - <div class='line'>Of their own charity, may envy thee.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Mrs. Mary Somerville wrote these -words at the age of eighty-nine: “If -animals have no future, the existence -of many is most wretched. Multitudes -are starved, cruelly beaten, and -loaded during life; many die under a -barbarous vivisection. I can not believe -that any creature was created -for uncompensated misery; it would -be contrary to the attributes of God’s -mercy and justice. I am sincerely -happy to find that I am not the only -believer in the immortality of the -lower animals.” Lamartine has the -same thought in an address to his -dog, and many other wise men have -hoped that such a future was a reality.</p> - -<p class='c004'>The Rev. Henry Storrs says it is -wisest to treat animals kindly, because, -if we are ever to meet them again, it -will be pleasanter to have them on our -side.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Henry Ward Beecher many times -owned his love for horses, as in his -one novel, Norwood:</p> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_139'>139</span>“I tell you,” said Hiram, turning -slightly toward the doctor, “these -horses are jest as near human as is -good for ’em. A good horse has -sense jest as much as a man has; and -he’s proud, too, and he loves to be -praised, and he knows when you treat -him with respect. A good horse has -the best p’ints of a man without his -failin’s.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>“What do you think becomes of -horses, Hiram, when they die?” said -Rose.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Wal, Miss Rose, it’s my opinion -that there’s use for horses hereafter, -and that you’ll find there’s a horse-heaven. -There’s Scripture for that, -too.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Ah!” said Rose, a little surprised -at these confident assertions. “What -Scripture do you mean?”</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Why, in the Book of Revelation! -Don’t it give an account of a white -horse, and a red horse, and black -horses, and gray horses? I’ve allers -s’posed that when it said Death rode -on a pale horse, it must have been -gray, ’cause it had mentioned white -once already. In the ninth chapter, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_140'>140</span>too, it says there was an army of two -hundred thousand horsemen. Now, I -should like to know where they got -so many horses in heaven, if none of -’em that die off here go there? It’s -my opinion that a good horse’s a -darned sight likelier to go to heaven -than a bad man!”</p> - -<p class='c004'>When we see the superiority of a -noble horse to his brutal or drunken -driver, it seems at least possible, and -most of us have lost some pet that we -would rather meet again than the majority -of our acquaintances.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Helen Barron Bostwick, after “burying -her pretty brown mare under the -cherry tree,” inquires:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Is this the end?</div> - <div class='line'>Do you know?</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c013'>and closes her poem as follows:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Is there aught of harm believing,</div> - <div class='line'>That, some newer form receiving,</div> - <div class='line'>They may find a wider sphere,</div> - <div class='line'>Live a larger life than here?</div> - <div class='line'>That the meek, appealing eyes,</div> - <div class='line'>Haunted by strange mysteries,</div> - <div class='line'>Find a more extended field,</div> - <div class='line'>To new destinies unsealed;</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_141'>141</span>Or, that in the ripened prime</div> - <div class='line'>Of some far-off summer time,</div> - <div class='line'>Ranging that unknown domain,</div> - <div class='line'>We may find our pets again.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>Sir Edwin Arnold has translated -much that is touching about those -who are devoted to animals. A sinful -woman led out to die by stoning -was pardoned by the king, because of -her pity, even at that terrible crisis, -for a dying dog:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Glaring upon the water out of reach,</div> - <div class='line'>And praying succor in a silent speech,</div> - <div class='line'>So piteous were its eyes which, when she saw,</div> - <div class='line'>This woman from her foot her shoe did draw,</div> - <div class='line'>Albeit death-sorrowful, and looping up</div> - <div class='line'>The long silk of her girdle, made a cup</div> - <div class='line'>Of the heel’s hollow, and thus let it sink</div> - <div class='line'>Until it touched the cool, black water’s brink,</div> - <div class='line'>So filled the embroidered shoe and gave a draught</div> - <div class='line'>To the spent beast.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in20'>This brute beast</div> - <div class='line'>Testifies for thee, sister! whose weak breast</div> - <div class='line'>Death could not make ungentle. I hold rule</div> - <div class='line'>In Allah’s stead, who is the merciful,</div> - <div class='line'>And hope for mercy; therefore go thou free—</div> - <div class='line'>I dare not show less pity unto thee!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>We send missionaries to the East to -teach those who in some respects are -<span class='pageno' id='Page_142'>142</span>well fitted by their pure lives, exalted -aims, and mercy toward the brute -creation to instruct us. How exquisite -the story of the man who would -not enter heaven and leave his dog behind!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But the king answered: “O thou Wisest One,</div> - <div class='line'>Who knowest what was, and is, and is to be,</div> - <div class='line'>Still one more grace: this hound hath ate with me,</div> - <div class='line'>Followed me, loved me: must I leave him now?”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Monarch,” spake Indra, “thou art now as we—</div> - <div class='line'>Deathless, divine—thou art become a god;</div> - <div class='line'>Glory and power and gifts celestial,</div> - <div class='line'>And all the joys of heaven are thine for aye.</div> - <div class='line'>What hath a beast with these? Leave here thy hound.”</div> - <div class='line'>Yet Yudhishthira answered: “O Most High,</div> - <div class='line'>O thousand-eyed and wisest; can it be</div> - <div class='line'>That one exalted should seem pitiless?</div> - <div class='line'>Nay, let me lose such glory: for its sake</div> - <div class='line'>I would not leave one living thing I loved.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Then sternly Indra spake: “He is unclean,</div> - <div class='line'>And into Swarga such shall enter not.</div> - <div class='line'>The Krodhavasha’s hand destroys the fruits</div> - <div class='line'>Of sacrifice, if dogs defile the fire.</div> - <div class='line'>Bethink thee, Dharmaraj, quit now this beast;</div> - <div class='line'>That which is seemly is not hard of heart.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Still he replied: “’Tis written that to spurn</div> - <div class='line'>A suppliant equals in offence to slay</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_143'>143</span>A twice-born; wherefore, not for Swarga’s bliss</div> - <div class='line'>Quit I, Mahendra, this poor clinging dog.</div> - <div class='line'>So without any hope or friend save me,</div> - <div class='line'>So wistful, fawning for my faithfulness,</div> - <div class='line'>So agonized to die, unless I help</div> - <div class='line'>Who among men was called steadfast and just.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Quoth Indra: “Nay, the altar flame is foul</div> - <div class='line'>Where a dog passeth; angry angels sweep</div> - <div class='line'>The ascending smoke aside, and all the fruits</div> - <div class='line'>Of offering, and the merit of the prayer</div> - <div class='line'>Of him whom a hound toucheth. Leave it here;</div> - <div class='line'>He that will enter heaven must enter pure.</div> - <div class='line'>Why didst thou quit thy brethren on the way,</div> - <div class='line'>And Krishna, and the dear-loved Draupadi,</div> - <div class='line'>Attaining firm and glorious, to this mount</div> - <div class='line'>Through perfect deeds, to linger for a brute?</div> - <div class='line'>Hath Yudhishthira vanquished self, to melt</div> - <div class='line'>With one poor passion at the door of bliss?</div> - <div class='line'>Stay’st thou for this, who didst not stay for them—</div> - <div class='line'>Draupadi, Bhima?”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in18'>But the king yet spake:</div> - <div class='line'>“’Tis known that none can hurt or help the dead.</div> - <div class='line'>They, the delightful ones, who sank and died,</div> - <div class='line'>Following my footsteps, could not live again</div> - <div class='line'>Though I had turned, therefore I did not turn;</div> - <div class='line'>But could help profit, I had turned to help.</div> - <div class='line'>There be four sins, O Sakra, grievous sins:</div> - <div class='line'>The first is making suppliants despair,</div> - <div class='line'>The second is to slay a nursing wife,</div> - <div class='line'>The third is spoiling Brahmans’ goods by force,</div> - <div class='line'>The fourth is injuring an ancient friend.</div> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_144'>144</span>These four I deem but equal to one sin,</div> - <div class='line'>If one, in coming forth from woe to weal,</div> - <div class='line'>Abandon any meanest comrade then.”</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Straight as he spake, brightly great Indra smiled;</div> - <div class='line'>Vanished the hound, and in its stead stood there</div> - <div class='line'>The Lord of Death and Justice, Dharma’s self.</div> - <div class='line'>Sweet were the words that fell from those dread lips,</div> - <div class='line'>Precious the lovely praise: “O thou true king,</div> - <div class='line'>Thou that dost bring to harvest the true seed</div> - <div class='line'>Of Pandu’s righteousness; thou that hast ruth</div> - <div class='line'>As he before, on all which lives! O son,</div> - <div class='line'>I tried thee in the Dwaita wood, what time</div> - <div class='line'>They smote thy brothers, bringing water; then</div> - <div class='line'>Thou prayed’st for Nakula’s life, tender and just,</div> - <div class='line'>Not Bhima’s nor Arjuna’s, true to both,</div> - <div class='line'>To Madri as to Kunti, to both queens.</div> - <div class='line'>Hear thou my word: Because thou didst not mount</div> - <div class='line'>This car divine, lest the poor hound be shent</div> - <div class='line'>Who looked to thee—lo! there is none in heaven</div> - <div class='line'>Shall sit above thee, King Bharata’s son!</div> - <div class='line'>Enter thou now to the eternal joys,</div> - <div class='line'>Living and in thy form. Justice and love</div> - <div class='line'>Welcome thee, monarch; thou shalt throne with them.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c004'>As a farmer and butter-maker I -want to condense a dissertation on -The Intellectual Cow, taken from the -London Spectator:</p> - -<p class='c004'>The writer resents the general impression -that the cow is merely a food -<span class='pageno' id='Page_145'>145</span>machine, and proves that she never -yet has had justice done to her mental -qualities, and is entitled to more -respectful consideration.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Cows certainly possess decided individuality, -and in every herd will -be found a master mind which leads -and domineers over the rest or acts -as ringleader in mischief. They soon -learn their own names, and will answer -to them, and seldom make mistakes -as to their own stalls. They are -also undoubtedly influenced by affection, -and will give down milk more -freely to a friend than to one who is -brutal in his manner.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Moreover, they enjoy petting just -as much as humans, and will greet -with delight those who bring offerings -of potatoes or apple-parings or -bits of bread, or who will give their -heads and necks the luxury of a good -rub.</p> - -<p class='c004'>Charles Dudley Warner, in Being -a Boy, pays a glowing tribute to the -Martial Turkey:</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Perhaps it is not generally known -that we get the idea of some of our -best military manœuvres from the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_146'>146</span>turkey. The deploying of the skirmish -line in advance of an army is -one of them. The drum major of our -holiday militia companies is copied -exactly from the turkey gobbler: he -has the same splendid appearance, the -same proud step, and the same martial -aspect. The gobbler does not lead his -forces in the field, but goes behind them, -like the colonel of a regiment, so that -he can see every part of the line and direct -its movements. This resemblance -is one of the most singular things in -natural history. I like to watch the -gobbler manœuvring his forces in a -grasshopper field. He throws out his -company of two dozen turkeys in a crescent-shaped -skirmish line, the number -disposed at equal distances, while he -walks majestically in the rear. They -advance rapidly, picking right and left, -with military precision, killing the foe -and disposing of the dead bodies with -the same peck. Nobody has yet discovered -how many grasshoppers a -turkey will hold; but he is very much -like a boy at a Thanksgiving dinner—he -keeps on eating as long as the supplies -last. The gobbler, in one of these -<span class='pageno' id='Page_147'>147</span>raids, does not condescend to grab a -single grasshopper—at least, not while -anybody is watching him. But I suppose -he makes up for it when his dignity -can not be injured by having spectators -of his voracity; perhaps he falls -upon the grasshoppers when they are -driven into a corner of the field. But -he is only fattening himself for destruction; -like all greedy persons, he -comes to a bad end. And if the turkeys -had any Sunday school, they -would be taught this.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>Josh Billings, in his Animile Statistix, -proved that he had been a close -observer. He says in this comical -medley:</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Kats are affectionate, they luv -young chickens, sweet kream, and the -best place in front of the fireplace.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Dogs are faithful; they will stick -to a bone after everybody haz deserted -it.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“The ox knoweth hiz master’s krib, -and that iz all he duz kno or care about -hiz master.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Munkeys are imitatiff, but if they -kan’t imitate some deviltry they ain’t -happy.</p> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_148'>148</span>“The goose is like all other phools—alwuss -seems anxious to prove it.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Ducks are only cunning about one -thing: they lay their eggs in sitch sly -places that sumtimes they kan’t find -them again themselfs.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“The mushrat kan foresee a hard -winter and provide for it, but he -kan’t keep from gittin ketched in the -sylliest kind ov a trap.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Hens know when it is a going to -rain, and shelter themselfs, but they -will try to hatch out a glass egg just -az honest az they will one ov their -own.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“The cuckcoo iz the greatest ekonemist -among the birds, she lays her eggs -in other birds’ nests, and lets them hatch -them out at their leizure.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“Rats hav fewer friends and more -enemies than anything ov the four-legged -purswashun on the face ov -the earth, and yet rats are az plenty -now az in the palmyest days ov the -Roman Empire.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“The horse alwuss gits up from the -ground on his fore legs first, the kow -on her hind ones, and the dog turns -round 3 times before he lies down.</p> - -<p class='c004'><span class='pageno' id='Page_149'>149</span>“The kangaroo he jumps when he -walks, the coon paces when he trots, -the lobster travels backwards az fast -az he does forward.</p> - -<p class='c004'>“The elephant has the least, and the -rabbit the most eye for their size, and -a rat’s tale is just the length ov hiz -boddy.”</p> - -<p class='c004'>The very latest item of interest to -dog-lovers is the announcement that -Bismarck has purchased a two-pound -King Charles spaniel from the dog -show in Boston.</p> - -<p class='c004'>My collection is now as complete -as the limitations of time and the publishers -will allow. 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