In a word, the donation of "whips for a penny" to any child, fairly starts him on the first stage of cruelty; and if, from peculiarity of temperament or the restraining influence of the beneficent Creator (who, though he has allowed man to have dominion, and has put under his feet all sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field, has withheld from him the authority to abuse his privilege), the child grows into the man who is merciful to his beast, the merit is not due to the injudicious person who first presents him with his mimic whip in infancy. THE WORLD'S CHANGES. "Contarini Fleming wrote merely, TIME."-- _D'Israeli the Younger._ The Solemn Shadow that bears in his hands The conquering Scythe and the Glass of Sands, Paused once on his flight where the sunrise shone On a warlike city's towers of stone; And he asked of a panoplied soldier near, "How long has this fortressed city been here?" And the man looked up, Man's pride on his brow-- "The city stands here from the ages of old And as it was then, and as it is now, So will it endure till the funeral knell Of the world be knolled, As Eternity's annals shall tell." And after a thousand years were o'er, The Shadow paused over the spot once more. And vestige was none of a city there, But lakes lay blue, and plains lay bare, And the marshalled corn stood high and pale, And a Shepherd piped of love in a vale. "How!" spake the Shadow, "can temple and tower Thus fleet, like mist, from the morning hour?" But the Shepherd shook the long locks from his brow-- "The world is filled with sheep and corn; Thus was it of old, thus is it now, Thus, too, will it be while moon and sun Rule night and morn, For Nature and Life are one." And after a thousand years were o'er, The Shadow paused over the spot once more. And lo! in the room of the meadow-lands A sea foamed far over saffron sands, And flashed in the noontide bright and dark, And a fisher was casting his nets from a bark; How marvelled the Shadow! "Where then is the plain? And where be the acres of golden grain?" But the fisher dashed off the salt spray from his brow-- "The waters begirdle the earth alway, The sea ever rolled as it rolleth now: What babblest thou about grain and fields? By night and day Man looks for what Ocean yields." And after a thousand years were o'er, The Shadow paused over the spot once more.