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  EDITORIAL 
  GLEANINGS. 
  

  

  The 
  Rev. 
  J. 
  Cartmel 
  Robinson 
  has 
  recently 
  contributed 
  to 
  the 
  

   • 
  Daily 
  Chronicle 
  ' 
  on 
  the 
  question 
  of 
  " 
  Do 
  Animals 
  think?" 
  Among 
  

   other 
  remarks 
  we 
  cull 
  the 
  following 
  : 
  — 
  

  

  •'It 
  has 
  often 
  astonished 
  me 
  that 
  comparative 
  psychology 
  has 
  not 
  

   been 
  studied 
  to 
  greater 
  advantage, 
  for 
  no 
  one 
  who 
  really 
  loves 
  animals 
  

   and 
  observes 
  them 
  attentively 
  can 
  fail 
  to 
  see 
  how 
  much 
  we 
  have 
  in 
  

   common. 
  That 
  the 
  mental 
  process 
  in 
  animals 
  and 
  men 
  is 
  identical, 
  I 
  

   am 
  not 
  prepared 
  to 
  say, 
  but 
  if 
  there 
  be 
  a 
  difference 
  it 
  seems 
  to 
  be 
  one 
  

   of 
  degree 
  rather 
  than 
  of 
  kind. 
  

  

  " 
  If 
  the 
  theory 
  of 
  Descartes 
  be 
  true, 
  that 
  animals 
  are 
  merely 
  auto- 
  

   mata, 
  then 
  all 
  I 
  can 
  say 
  is 
  that 
  I 
  have 
  been 
  imposed 
  on 
  all 
  the 
  days 
  

   of 
  my 
  life 
  by 
  appearances. 
  Tiglath 
  Pileser, 
  the 
  Goat, 
  Ragnar, 
  the 
  

   Raven, 
  Paddy, 
  the 
  Dog, 
  Billy, 
  the 
  Tortoise, 
  Uncle, 
  the 
  Toad, 
  and 
  

   a 
  hundred 
  others 
  have 
  only 
  been 
  so 
  many 
  cunning 
  simulations 
  of 
  

   thinking 
  beings. 
  You 
  shade 
  of 
  iEsop 
  and 
  Romanes 
  ; 
  you 
  Michelet 
  

   and 
  Seton-Thompson, 
  and 
  Uncle 
  Remus, 
  you 
  are 
  all 
  wrong 
  ; 
  animals 
  

   only 
  appear 
  to 
  think. 
  Man, 
  after 
  all, 
  has 
  the 
  exclusive 
  monopoly 
  !" 
  

  

  He 
  gives 
  an 
  interesting 
  account 
  of 
  a 
  Goose 
  he 
  had 
  under 
  observa- 
  

   tion 
  : 
  — 
  

  

  " 
  His 
  home 
  was 
  on 
  a 
  farm 
  in 
  ' 
  Jefferies 
  land 
  ' 
  — 
  that 
  Jefferies 
  who 
  

   knew 
  so 
  much 
  about 
  animals, 
  and 
  yet 
  did 
  not 
  seem 
  to 
  love 
  them 
  as 
  

   some 
  men 
  have 
  done. 
  He 
  was 
  then 
  about 
  four 
  weeks 
  old 
  — 
  a 
  solitary 
  

   gosling, 
  awkward 
  in 
  manner, 
  and 
  with 
  the 
  dull 
  plumage 
  of 
  a 
  young 
  

   bird. 
  By 
  solitary 
  I 
  mean 
  that 
  he 
  had 
  no 
  companions 
  among 
  his 
  own 
  

   kind. 
  But 
  he 
  had 
  escaped 
  the 
  spirit 
  of 
  isolation 
  by 
  adopting 
  a 
  large 
  

   brood 
  of 
  ducklings 
  even 
  younger 
  than 
  himself. 
  For 
  them 
  he 
  seemed 
  

   to 
  live, 
  and 
  I 
  verily 
  believe, 
  by 
  the 
  tremendous 
  combats 
  in 
  which 
  I 
  

   saw 
  him 
  engaged 
  on 
  their 
  behalf, 
  that 
  for 
  them 
  he 
  would 
  willingly 
  

   have 
  died. 
  

  

  " 
  In 
  the 
  evening 
  when 
  they 
  were 
  fed 
  he 
  marched 
  the 
  whole 
  brood 
  

   up 
  to 
  the 
  dish, 
  and 
  perambulated 
  the 
  outside 
  of 
  the 
  circle, 
  fighting 
  all 
  

   intruders, 
  until 
  the 
  meal 
  was 
  finished. 
  Cocks 
  and 
  hens, 
  Ducks 
  and 
  

   Geese, 
  even 
  the 
  majestical 
  Peacock, 
  respected 
  his 
  office. 
  If 
  one 
  of 
  

   them 
  so 
  much 
  as 
  dared 
  to 
  draw 
  near 
  he 
  was 
  instantly 
  attacked, 
  and 
  

  

  