272 THE SISTER ARTS 



sunlight and rain, so that often enough it seems to 

 us but a sickly and seldom-flowering plant. That is 

 how it is in man. To see and recognise it for what 

 it is in the lower animals it is necessary to live with 

 and observe them closely and sympathetically. Little 

 by little the knowledge comes that, notwithstanding 

 the enormous difference between man and animals, 

 mentally it is one of degree only, that all that is in 

 our minds is also in theirs. 



Here I could insert a very full chapter giving 

 instances of a sense of beauty and humour, of con- 

 science and altruism, in animals, drawn wholly from 

 my own observation and experience, but there would 

 be no room in the book for it, and we have not yet 

 finished with the subject of music. And first in con- 

 clusion of this chapter I will go back to the question 

 of music and poetry. 



What is their relationship ? They are to my mind 

 the only sister arts, though it may seem at first sight 

 that they are not more nearly related to each other 

 than to the other arts. 



They are two distinct beings, both beautiful 

 beyond all others, but differing in feature, expres- 

 sion, voice, personality. Nevertheless, they were 

 born of one mother, thousands and thousands of 

 generations ago; they were cradled in a cave, 

 nourished at the same savage breasts, and slept 

 on their bed of dry leaves with their arms twined 

 about each other. When, as children, they played 

 in the sun the entire tribe was drawn together to 

 witness their gambols, their marvellous grace and 



