For right is right, since God is God;
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,

To falter would be sin!

FABER.

ANIMATED NATURE.

Nature inanimate employs sweet sounds,

But animated nature sweeter still

To soothe and satisfy the human ear.

Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one
The livelong night: nor these alone whose notes
Nice-fingered art must emulate in vain;

But coying rooks, and kites that swim sublime
In still repeated circles, screaming loud,
The jay, the pie, and ev'n the boding owl
That hails the rising moon, have charms for me.
Sounds inharmonious in themselves and harsh,
Yet heard in scenes where peace forever reigns,
And only there, please highly for their sake.

COWPER.

ANIMAL HAPPINESS.

The heart is hard in nature, and unfit
For human fellowship, as being void

Of sympathy, and therefore dead alike

To love and friendship both, that is not pleased
With sight of animals enjoying life,

Nor feels their happiness augment his own.

The bounding fawn that darts along the glade

When none pursues, through mere delight of heart,

And spirits buoyant with excess of glee;

The horse as wanton, and almost as fleet,

That skips the spacious meadow at full speed,

Then stops, and snorts, and throwing high his heels, Starts to the voluntary race again ;

The very

kine that gambol at high noon,

The total herd receiving first from one
That leads the dance a summons to be gay,
Though wild their strange vagaries, and uncouth
Their efforts, yet resolved with one consent
To give such act and utterance as they may
To ecstasy too big to be suppressed-
These and a thousand images of bliss,

With which kind Nature graces every scene,
Where cruel man defeats not her design,
Impart to the benevolent, who wish
All that are capable of pleasure pleased,
A far superior happiness to theirs,
The comfort of a reasonable joy.

COWPER.

NO GRAIN OF SAND.

The very meanest things are made supreme
With innate ecstasy. No grain of sand
But moves a bright and million-peopled land,
And hath its Edens and its Eves, I deem.
For love, though blind himself, a curious eye
Hath lent me, to behold the heart of things,

And touched mine ear with power. Thus, far or nigh,
Minute or mighty, fixed or free with wings,
Delight, from many a nameless covert sly,
Peeps sparkling, and in tones familiar sings.

LAMAN BLANCHARD.

HUMANITY, MERCY, AND BENEVOLENCE. When that great and far-reaching softener of hearts, the sense of our failures and offences, is vividly present, the position we hold to creatures who have never done wrong is always found inexpressibly touching. To be kind to them, and rejoice in their happiness, seems just one of the few ways in which we can act a godlike part in our little sphere, and display the mercy for which we hope in turn. The only befitting feeling for human beings to entertain toward brutes is as the very word suggests — the feeling of Humanity; or, as we may interpret it, the sentiment of sympathy, as far as we can cultivate fellow feeling; of Pity so far so we know them to suffer; of Mercy so far as we can spare their sufferings; of Kindness and Benevolence, so far as it is in our power to make them happy.

MISS F. P. COBBE.

LIVING CREATURES.

What call'st thou solitude?

Is mother earth

With various living creatures, and the air
Replenished, and all these at thy command

To come and play before thee?

Their language and their ways?

Know'st thou not

They also know,

And reason not contemptibly; with these

Find pastime, and bear rule; thy realm is large.

Paradise Lost, bk. 8.

NOTHING ALONE.

One all-extending, all-preserving Soul

Connects each being, greatest with the least;

Made beast in aid of man, and man of beast;

All served, all serving: nothing stands alone:

The chain holds on, and where it ends, unknown.

POPE.

MAN'S RULE.

Thou gavest me wide nature for my kingdom,
And power to feel it, to enjoy it. Not
Cold gaze of wonder gav'st thou me alone,
But even into her bosom's depth to look,
As it might be the bosom of a friend;
The grand array of living things thou madest
Το
pass before me, mak'st me know my brothers
In silent bush, in water, and in air.

Blackie's Translation of Goethe's Faust.

DUMB SOULS.

Even the she-wolf with young, on rapine bent,
He caught and tethered in his mat-walled tent,
And cherished all her little sharp-nosed young,
Till the small race with hope and terror clung
About his footsteps, till each new-reared brood,
Remoter from the memories of the wood

More glad discerned their common home with man.
This was the work of Jubal: he began

The pastoral life, and, sire of joys to be,

Spread the sweet ties that bind the family

O'er dear dumb souls that thrilled at man's caress, And shared his pain with patient helpfulness.

GEORGE ELIOT: Legend of Jubal.

Nor must we childishly feel contempt for the study of the lower animals, since in all nature's work there is something wonderful. And if any one thinks the study of other animals despicable, he must despise the study of his own nature. ARISTOTLE.

VIRTUE.

Thus born alike, from virtue first began

The diff'rence that distinguished man from man:
He claimed no title from descent of blood;
But that which made him noble made him good.

DRYDEN.

LITTLE BY LITTLE.

Little by little the time goes by

Short if you sing through it, long if you sigh.
Little by little- an hour, a day,

Gone with the years that have vanished away;

Little by little the race is run,

Trouble and waiting and toil are done!

Little by little the skies grow clear;

Little by little the sun comes near;

Little by little the days smile out
Gladder and brighter on pain and doubt;
Little by little the seed we sow
Into a beautiful yield will grow.

Little by little the world grows strong,
Fighting the battle of Right and Wrong:
Little by little the Wrong gives way,
Little by little the Right has sway;