Our countrymen derive great pleasure from the animal kingdom, in hunting, shooting, and fishing, thus obtaining fresh air and exercise, and being led into much varied and beautiful scenery. Still it will probably ere long be recognized that even from a purely selfish point of view, killing animals is not the way to get the greatest enjoyment from them. How much more interesting would every walk in the country be, if Man would but treat other animals with kindness, so that they might approach us without fear, and we might have the constant pleasure of watching their winning ways. Their origin and history, structure and habits, senses and intelligence, offer an endless field of interest and wonder. The richness of life is wonderful. Any one who will sit down quietly on the grass and watch a little will be indeed surprised at the number and variety of living beings, every one with a special history of its own, every one offering endless problems of great interest. "If indeed thy heart were right, then would every creature be to thee a mirror of lifer and a book of holy doctrine." [3] The study of Natural History has the special advantage of carrying us into the country and the open air. Not but what towns are beautiful too. They teem with human interest and historical associations. Wordsworth was an intense lover of nature; yet does he not tell us, in lines which every Londoner will appreciate, that he knew nothing in nature more fair, no calm more deep, than the city of London at early dawn? "Earth has not anything to show more fair; Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at its own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!" Milton also described London as "Too blest abode, no loveliness we see In all the earth, but it abounds in thee." But after being some time in a great city, one feels a longing for the country. "The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise." [4] Here Gray justly places flowers in the first place, for when in any great town we think of the country, flowers seem first to suggest themselves.