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or flittermouse, that flits from his evil-smelling 
cranny, in appearance a misshapen insect of un- 
usual size to pursue his crooked, broken-boned, 
squeaky flight in the obscurity of evening. 
Imagine the effect of this modern rearrange- 
ment of the mammals on the mammals if they 
knew! The white bull of Chillingham would shake 
his frowning front and the stag his branching 
antlers in scorn; the wolf, in spite of being extinct, 
would howl; the British seal bark; the wild cat 
snarl, and the badger make free use of his most 
underground expressions of rage at such an insult; 
rabbit and hare would exchange looks of astonish- 
ment and apprehension; the hedgehog would roll 
himself into a ball with disgust; the mole sink 
back into his run; the fox smile sardonically; and 
the whole concourse, turning their backs on the 
contemptible leader thrust on them, would march 
off in the opposite direction. 
Now the imaginary case of these beasts offended 
in their dignity fairly represents that of humanity 
angry at the intolerable insult implied in the 
Darwinian notion. But we have now so far out- 
grown that feeling that it is no longer an offence 
for the zoologist to tell us not only that we are 
related to the lemur with its luminous opalescent 
or topaz eyes, that are like the eyes of angels and 
are instinct with a mysterious intelligence when 
they look at us with a strange friendliness in them 
as if they knew what we, after thousands of years of 
thinking, have only just found out—not only that 
