KEGENERATE CREATION. 



295 



bent on ill or employed on good, it is all the same, she is one 

 of the race of spiders, and there is no bespeaking favour for 

 them, they are still artful, cruel creatures, even, as we began 

 by observing, most close and unpleasing resemblances of our 

 worst selves. So we must go on hating spiders to the end, 

 not to the end of time, but only to the beginning of that happy 

 period when man shall cease to ensnare and prey on man, and 

 to feast off lamb and mutton ; and when, grown gentle with 

 all others of regenerate creation, the spider herself, no longer 

 the ferocious huntress of the sly filandiere, 



" Pretendant cnlacer tout insect volant," 



shall become again the harmless tapissiere she was supposed 

 formerly (doubtless, when she lived in Eden) to have been. 



