SOUND BELIEF. 1 29 



was a man nothing human could be foreign to 

 him, I would add that for the same reason 

 nothing about a horse can be foreign to me. 

 I believe that a horse has a soul. The Bible 

 tells us that there are horses in heaven, and 

 that they came down from thence to take up 

 Elijah. I think that even bad men get to 

 heaven at last, and there is no reason why 

 horses, who are better than they are, should 

 not get there before them. Several years ago 

 this question of the immortality of animals 

 was discussed in the columns of the New York 

 Evening Post. It was shown that many men 

 of very sound minds believed in it — prophets 

 and apostles of old, like Isaiah and John the 

 Revelator ; later theologians, like Martin 

 Luther, and scientists like Cuvier and Agas- 

 siz. 



It matters not how we found ourselves at 

 Ridgefield again, so far as the description of 

 the road is concerned. The town is easy of 

 access by the old Boston Post-road through 

 White Plains and Bedford, fifty-three miles 

 from New York. Fanny and I have often 

 travelled over it, and I have called to her at- 

 tention the few remaining mile-stones and the 

 tumble-down aspect of old farm-houses long 

 9 



