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.