Autumn leaves . upon the wheel, that ground them likea grindstone, weak, faint, sick in hot weather, orstiffened with ice and snow. They who are guiltyof these awful cruelties are certainly men, and pro-fess to be Christians. But no dog would think ofdoing such things ; if he did, a club upon his brain-pan would teach him better manners soon; perhapspoison would end him. I am truly thankful some-times that 1 am Si dog, and not a man — so fearfulis his guilt, so tremendous his responsibilities. Andyet he seems to be unconscious of them all. Heknows enough to find out a dogs faults, and punish A
Autumn leaves . upon the wheel, that ground them likea grindstone, weak, faint, sick in hot weather, orstiffened with ice and snow. They who are guiltyof these awful cruelties are certainly men, and pro-fess to be Christians. But no dog would think ofdoing such things ; if he did, a club upon his brain-pan would teach him better manners soon; perhapspoison would end him. I am truly thankful some-times that 1 am Si dog, and not a man — so fearfulis his guilt, so tremendous his responsibilities. Andyet he seems to be unconscious of them all. Heknows enough to find out a dogs faults, and punish A LETTER FROM A DOG. 117 them severely, but overlooks his own. The stran-gest sight that we dogs ever see, is a man who is soinexorably exacting of virtuous behavior in our ca-nine race, and yet insists on leading the very loosestof all lives himself. Demanding implicit obedience,he is at the same time an insurgent, sometimes inact, always in heart, against all authority, humanor divine. Your Slave until Death,.
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