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.