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Moreover, there is nothing we can desire and not 
find in her garden, which has infinite variety. Why 
should we cherish a carrion-flower and wear it in 
our bosoms while carelessly trampling on so many 
bright and beautiful blooms? It is a pity to 
trample on them, since the effect of so destructive 
a habit is to make them rare; and “rarity,” as 
certain of our great naturalists have told us, 
“ig the precursor to extinction.” And perhaps 
by and by, blaming ourselves for the past, we 
shall be diligently seeking everywhere for them, 
anxious to find and to bring them into our houses, 
where, after long companionship with the dog, they 
will serve to sweeten our imaginations and be a 
joy for ever. 
Norr.—I had pronounced the foregoing old magazine 
article unusable, partly because of the manner of it, its care- 
fulness, and partly because it was somewhat polemical and 
touched on questions which are not natural history, pure and 
simple. Now at the last moment I have resolved to put it in 
—just for fun. 
It appeared anonymously ages ago in Macmillan’s Maga- 
zine, then edited by Mowbray Morris, who wrote to me that 
my article had given him a painful shock, that it would hurt 
and disgust many readers of the Magazine, and, finally, that 
all I and others like me could say in derogation of the dog 
would have no effect on those who loved and esteemed that 
friend of man at its proper worth. 
*“ All right,” I replied. “Send me back the MS. Of 
course you mustn’t let anything appear in your magazine to 
hurt the feelings of these dear people.” 
No, he wouldn’t, he said. He had accepted the article and 
would print it. And in due time print it he did. 
Just then a lady named Frances Power Cobbe, whom I 
greatly esteemed and admired for her courage in combating 
