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.