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15 Our Dumb Animals 97 (1882-1883)

handle is hein.journals/animals15 and id is 1 raw text is: a by;. vAlmb I would not enter on my list of friends, Though graced -with polished manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility, the man TVho needlessly sets foot upon a worm. - Cowper. Vol. 15. BOSTON, JUNE, 1882. No. 1. Thou shalt not see thy brother's ass or ox fall down by the way and hide thyself from them: thou shalt surely help him to lift them up again. -DEUT., 22d chapter. There's Room Enough For All. Ab, Rover, by those lustrous eyes That follow me with longing gaze, Which sometimes seem so human-wise, I look for human speech and ways. By your quick instinct, matchless love, Your eager welcome, mute caress, That all my heart's emotions move, And loneliest moods and hours bless, I do believe, my dog, that you Have some beyond, some future new. Why not ? In heaven's inheritance Space must be cheap where worldly light In boundless, limitless expanse Rolls grandly far from human sight. He who has given such patient care, Such constancy, such tender trust, Such ardent zeal, such instincts rare, And made you something more than dust, May yet release the speechless thrall At death-there's room enough for all. Yes, room enough-the fading flowers On altars paint their petals rare, And in God's far, celestial bowers, Rebloom with richer beauty there: The tree cut down in foliage fine, May still survive the cruel shock, And ancient wisdom could devine A spirit in the solid rock. Why should such things our sense appall ? God liveth in as over all. And so my dog, when you and I, Our trials past, our labors done, Lie down both man and brute, to-die, We each may find some triumph won; I that my faith in man and God Has woven me robes of fadeless hue And softest texture-some green sod Sprinkled with immortelles, for you, Obedient still to duty's call, Where there is room enough for all. Our Continent. Reformers. The criticism and attack on institutions which we have witnessed have made one thing plain, that society gains nothing whilst a man, not himself ren- ovated, attempts to renovate things around him he has become tediously good in some particular, but negligent or narrow in the rest, and hypocrisy and vanity are often the disgusting result.- R. W. Emerson, Essays. Education. It was complained that an education to things was not given. We are students of words; we are shut up in schools and colleges and recitation rooms for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing. We cannot use our hands, or our legs, or our eyes or our arms. We do not know an edible root in the woods; we cannot tell our course by the stars, nor the hour of the day by the sun. It is well if we can swim and skate. We are afraid of a horse, of a cow, of a dog, of a snake, of a spider. The old Roman rule was, to teach a boy nothing that he could not learn stand- ing. The old English rule was: ' All summer in the field and all winter in the study.-R. W. Emerson, Essay New England Reformers. THE BUDDHIST duty of universal love included not only the human race, but all beings that have life. As a mother, even at the risk of her own Iiie, protects her son, her only son, so let a man cultivate good will without measure toward all beings. Let him cultivate good will without measure, unhindered love and friendliness toward the whole world, above, below, around. Stand- ng, walking, sitting or lying, let him be firm in this mind so long as he is awake: this state of heart, they say, is the best in the world. From the Metta Sutta. JUST in proportion as a man becomes good, divine, Christlike, he passes out of the region of theorizing, of system-building, and hireling serv- ice into the region of beneficent activities. It is well to think well: it is divine to act well.-Horace Mann. A Rag-Picker and her Donkey in Paris. I was hurrying by like everybody else. A female rag-picker, pale and famished, led by the bridle a poor little donkey, which seemed a hun- dred years old, and which dragged a poor little cart, full of the rubbish of the street: rags, broken bottles, torn papers, worn out skillets, crusts of bread, and thousand nothings which are the for- tune of rag-pickers. The woman had done good work since midnight, but the ass was ready to drop. He stopped short, as if he had made up his mind to go no further. His legs trembled and threatened to fall. He hung his head with resig- nation, as if awaiting the stroke of death. The sight touched and arrested .me. A man would have cursed and beaten the poor beast to rouse him; the woman looked at him with an eye of motherly pity. The donkey returned her look, as if saying, You see it is all over. I have done my best for you night after night, because I saw your misery was greater than mine. You have treated me well, sharing your bread with me, and your neighbor's oats, when you could steal any; but I am dying at last. The woman looked at him and said gently, Come, come, dear Pierrot, do not leave me here. She lightened the load by taking out a basket of broken bottles. Come, now, she said, as if talking to a child, you can get along nicely now. She put her shoulder to the wheel, but the donkey did not move. He knew he had not the strength to walk to St. Ouen, his wretched home. She still coaxed him. How do you think we can get on this way, Pierrot? To be sure, 1 could drag the cart. But I can't put you in it, and you would be ashamed to be dragged after it. The donkey raised his ears, but no move. I was going to speak to her, when she ran to the nearest wine-shop. The ass followed her with anxious eyes; he seemed fearful that he would die without his mistress. He was so little that you would have taken him at a distance for a Pyrenean dog. He had grown gray in the harness. A few tufts of gray hair remained here and there on his emaciated body. He looked like a mountain burned bare in many places. His resigned air showed a mind free from worldly vanities. He was far past the age where one strikes attitudes. He was almost transparent in his leanness. But his face was all the more expressive. It had something almost human in its intelligence and goodness. Why had he been condemned to such All0 0 IV7 SPEAK F'OR co U) F_ co

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