LETTER XIV. 



To the same. 



SELBOKNE, March 26//t, 1773. 

 EAR SIR, The more I reflect on the arofrfrj 

 of animals, the more I am astonished at its 

 effects. Nor is the violence of this affection 

 more wonderful than the shortness of its 

 duration. Thus every hen is in her turn 

 the virago of the yard, in proportion to the 

 helplessness of her brood; and will fly in 

 the face of a dog or a sow in defence of those chickens, 

 which in a few weeks she will drive before her with relentless 

 cruelty. 



