"But 'tis a common proof that 

 Lowliness is young ambition's ladder, 

 Whereto the climber-upward turns his face ; 

 But, when he once attains the upmost round. 

 He then unto the ladder turns his back 

 Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees 

 By which he did ascend." 



We know the Arabian is pure in one blood as we know the English thorough- 

 bred is not. We also know the Arabian blood is as pliable or plastic today as it 

 was five hundred years ago, and we also know that the EngUsh thoroughbred is 

 not as pliable or plastic as he was one hundred years ago, to say nothing of other 

 qualities he has lost in a degenerating tendency, which proves the value of a pure 

 and unmolested blood through consanguinity. 



The Arabian horse proves his purity in many ways, and in no particular is 

 his excellence and good breeding more evident than in his courage and perfection 

 of disposition which the runner has lost, and courage is ever an unmistakable 

 mark of purity in blood. 



Nature breeds only thoroughbreds in her infinite precision. Her animals 

 are pure in the beginning and pure in the end. 



The stripes of the zebra have not changed in number, shape or position since 

 man first beheld him. 



Through consanguinity nature maintains vigor, uniformity, beauty and per- 

 fection forever. 



Man would bastard and lose it all by out-crossing, mongrelization. "For 

 fools rush in where angels fear to tread." 



I do not fear we shall lose the blood purity of the Arabians as long as they 

 are not entirely controlled by civilization ; for the desert horse breeding King 

 Bedouin is no more apt to reverse his ancient and reliable traditional precepts 

 in horse breeding than the poetic song of the nightingale, the prima donna of the 

 magnolia, is to be lost by an out-cross with the cat-bird, or the gorgeous colora- 

 tions of the oriole is to be besmirched and his dwelling debased by a cross with the 

 swallow, to substitute the desolate nursery of the chimney for his ancient celestial 

 cradle of the elm, where for a thousand years his infant angels have rocked o'er 

 a crystal brook and lulled into tranquil slumbers by the rythmic chords of Nature's 

 melodious harps, a natural and untainted thoroughbred. 



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Secretary and Manager of trie Harlman Stock Farm 

 Horse Breeding and Importing Department. 



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