Indeed, that pulling down of the Piccadilly railings was a significant business. "Park," if you will look to your Johnson, you will find is one of quite the oldest words in Europe; vox antiquissima, a most ancient word, and now a familiar one among active nations. French, Parc, Welsh, the same, Irish, Pairc, "being" a piece of ground enclosed and stored with wild beasts of chase. Manwood, in his Forest Law, defines it thus, "A park is a place for privilege for wild beasts of venery, and also for other wild beasts that are beasts of the forest and of the chase, and those wild beasts are to have a firm peace and protection there, so that no man may hurt or chase them within the park, without licence of the owner: a park is of another nature than either a chase or a warren; for a park must be enclosed, and may not lie open--if it does, it is a good cause of seizure into the King's hands." Or into King Mob's for parliamentary purposes--and how monstrous, you think, that such pleasant habitations for wild beasts should still be walled in, and in peace, while you have no room to--speak in,--I had like to have said something else than speak--but it is at least polite to you to call it 'speaking.' Yes. I have said so, myself, once or twice;--nevertheless something is to be said for the beasts also. What do you think they were made for? All these spotty, scaly, finned, and winged, and clawed things, that grope between you and the dust, that flit between you and the sky. These motes in the air--sparks in the sea--mists and flames of life. The flocks that are your wealth--the moth that frets it away. The herds upon a thousand hills,--the locust,--and the worm, and the wandering plague whose spots are worlds. The creatures that mock you, and torment. The creatures that serve and love you, (or would love if they might,) and obey. The joys of the callow nests and burrowed homes of Earth. The rocks of it, built out of its own dead. What is the meaning to you of all these,--what their worth to you? No worth, you answer, perhaps; or the contrary of worth. In fact, you mean to put an end to all that. You will keep pigeons to shoot--geese to make pies of--cocks for fighting--horses to bet on--sheep for wool, and cows for cheese. As to the rest of the creatures, you owe no thanks to Noah; and would fain, if you could, order a special deluge for their benefit; failing that, you will at all events get rid of the useless feeders as fast as possible. Indeed, there is some difficulty in understanding why some of them were made. I lost great part of my last hour for reading, yesterday evening, in keeping my kitten's tail out of the candles,--a useless beast, and still more useless tail--astonishing and inexplicable even to herself. Inexplicable, to me, all of them--heads and tails alike. "Tiger--tiger--burning bright"--is this then all you were made for--this ribbed hearthrug, tawny and black?