One winter day, when he was French Minister at Munich,
he went alone with his gun and his dog to the banks of the Isar. Having
shot a snipe, he ordered the dog to go on to the ice to fetch it, but,
to his surprise, the animal, which had never disobeyed him, refused.
Annoyed at its obstinacy, he went himself on to the ice, which
immediately gave way, and had he not been a good swimmer he might not be
now at the Palazzo Farnese.
The two creatures that have been most praised for their wisdom are the
elephant and the ant, but of the ant’s admirers from Solomon to Lord
Avebury, not one was ever so enthusiastic as Plutarch. Horace, indeed,
had discoursed of her foresight: “She carries in her mouth whatever she
is able, and piles up her heap, by no means ignorant or careless of the
future; then, when Aquarius saddens the inverted year, never does she
creep abroad, wisely making use of the stores which were provided
beforehand.” But such a tribute sounds cold beside Plutarch’s praise of
her as the tiny mirror in which the greatest marvels of Nature are
reflected, a drop of the purest water, containing every Virtue, and,
above all, what Homer calls “the sweetness of loving qualities.” Ants,
he declares, show the utmost solicitude for their comrades, alive and
dead. They exhibit their ingenuity by biting off the ends of grains to
prevent them from sprouting and so spoiling the provender. He speaks,
though not from his own observation, of the beautiful interior
arrangements of ant-hills which had been examined by naturalists who
divided the mount into sections, “A thing I cannot approve of!”
Tender-hearted philosopher, who had a scruple about upsetting an
ant-hill! Of other insects, he most admires the skill of spiders and
bees. It is said that the bees of Crete, when rounding a certain
promontory, carried tiny stones as ballast to avoid being blown away by
the wind. I have seen more than once a tiny stone hanging from the
spider-threads which crossed and re-crossed an avenue—it seemed to me
that these were designed to steady the suspension bridge.
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