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is tlie same beautiful thing whether it pour sun- 

 shine into the dark and saddened souls of men or 

 into the dark and saddened souls of other beings. 

 John Howard never hearkened to a nobler duty 

 when he lifted the darkness that hung over English 

 gaols than will some inflamed soul some day who 

 hears the cry of the lonely captives who to-day 

 languish in menagerial dungeons to satisfy human 

 curiosity. He who will emancipate horses from 

 the hell in which they pass their lives make 

 them the associates of men instead of their slaves 

 will deserve to stand in the constellation of the 

 world's redeemers beside Garrison and Garibaldi. 

 Is there he who holds in his heart-cups the love 

 and compassion of Buddha ? Let him go where 

 the dagger drips and the heartless pole-axe crashes, 

 and the meek-eyed millions of the meadows pour 

 out their innocent existences in the soulless houses 

 of slaughter. Let him lift from off the races the 

 hounding incubus of fear, give back to them their 

 birthright the right to a free, unhunted life and 

 make the great monster (man) to be their high- 

 priest and friend. 



'Among the noblest in the land, 

 Though he may count himself the least, 

 That man I honour and revere 

 Who, without favour, without fear, 

 In the great city dares to stand 

 The friend of every friendless beast, 

 And tames with his unflinching hand 

 The brutes that wear our form and face, 

 The were-wolves of the human race.' 



