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Perhaps his tusks, the weapons Nature giive 



For self defence, the general privilege; 



Perhaps, * * * hark, Jacob'! dost thou hear that horn? 



Woe to the young posterity of Pork ! 



Their enemy is at hand. 



Again, thou say'st 

 The pig is ugly. Jacob look at him ! 

 Those eyes have taught the lover flattery. 

 His face * * * na,y Jacob ! Jacob! were it fair 

 To judge a lady in her dishabille? 

 Fancy it dressed and with saltpetre rouged. 

 Behold his tail, my friend ; with curls like that 

 The wanton hop marries her stately spouse : 

 So crisp in beauty Amoretta's hair 

 Rings round her lovers soul the chains of love. 

 And what is beauty, but the aptitude 

 Of parts harmonious? Give thy fancy scope, 

 And thou wilt find that no imagined change 

 Can beautify this beast. Place at his end 

 The starry glories of the peacocks pride. 

 Give him the swans white breast ; for his horn hoofs 

 Shape such a foot and ankle as the waves 

 Crowded in eager rivalry to kiss 

 When Venus from the enamoured sea arose : 

 Jacob, thou canst but make a raonstej- of him I ' 

 All alteration man could think, would mar 

 His pig perfection. 



The last charge * * * lie lives 

 A dirty life. Here I could shelter him 

 With noble and right reverend precedents. 

 And show by sanction of authority 

 That 'tis a very honorable thing 

 To thrive by dirty ways. But let me rest 

 On better ground the unanswerable defence. 

 The pig is a philosopher, who knows 

 No prejudice. Dirt? Jacob, what is dirt: 

 If matter, why the delicate dish that tempts 

 An o'er gorged epicure to the last morsel 

 That stuffs him to the throat gates, is no more 

 If matter be not ; but as sages say. 

 Spirit is all, and all things visible 

 Are one — the infinitely modified, 

 Think Jacob, what that pig is, and the mire 

 Wherein he stands knee deep ! 



And there ! the breeze 

 Pleads with me and has won thee to a smile 

 That speaks conviction. O'er yon blossomed field 

 Of beans it came, and thoughts of bacon rise." 



John C. Dillon, Chairman. 



