s not one fiercest passion, one movement of affection,
one trait of animal economy, one quality either for praise or blame,
existing in them that does not exist in us. The relationship can not be
so very distant. And if theirs be so freely in us, why deny them so much
we call ours? Hear how one of the ablest doctors of the English church,
John Donne, Dean of St. Paul's in the reign of James the first,
writes:--

Man is a lump where all beasts kneaded be;
Wisdom makes him an ark where all agree;
The fool, in whom these beasts do live at jar,
Is sport to others, and a theater;
Nor scapes he so, but is himself their prey;
All which was man in him, is eat away;
And now his beasts on one another feed,
Yet couple in anger, and new monsters breed.
How happy's he which hath due place assigned
To his beasts, and disaforested his mind!
Impaled himself to keep them out, not in;
Can sow, and dares trust corn where they have been;
Can use his horse, goat, wolf, and every beast,
And is not ass himself to all the rest!
Else man not only is the herd of swine,
But he's those devils, too, which did incline
Them to an headlong rage, and made them worse;
For man can add weight to heaven's heaviest curse.

"It astonishes me, friends, that we are not more terrified at
ourselves. Except the living Father have brought order, harmony, a
world, out of His chaos, a man is but a cage of unclean beasts, with no
one to rule them, however fine a gentleman he may think himself. Even in
this fair, well-ordered England of ours, at Kirkdale, in Yorkshire, was
discovered, some fifty years ago, a great cavern that had once been a
nest of gigantic hyenas, evidenced by their own broken bones, and the
crushed bones of tigers, elephants, bears, and many other creatures. See
to what a lovely peace the Creating Hand has even now brought our
England, far as she is yet from being a province in the kingdom of
Heaven; but see also in her former condition a type of the horror to
which our souls may festering sink, if we shut out His free spirit, and
have it no more moving upon the face of our waters. And when I say a
type, let us be assured there is no type worth the name which is not
poor to express the glory or the horror it represents.

"To return to the animals: they are a care to God! they occupy part of
His thoughts; we have duties toward them, owe them friendliness,
tenderness. That God should see us use them as we d