THE SPEECH OF MONKEYS. 2\J 



terrier whose name was Nicodemus that had a 

 habit of sitting in the kitchen window to watch 

 people pass the street. She assures me that on 

 wash-days, when the steam would condense on 

 the window-panes, Nicodemus would lick the 

 moisture from the glass, in order to see through 

 it more clearly. Could instinct be the guide in 

 such an act? 



If man would only pause and calmly view the 

 facts, he would find that he is but a joint-heir of 

 nature, and why not so? From a religious point 

 of view I cannot doubt that the wisdom and 

 mercy of God would bestow alike on all, the fac- 

 ulties of speech and reason as their conditions 

 of life require them ; and from a scientific point 

 of view I cannot charge the laws of evolution 

 with such disorder. In either case it were a 

 harsh and jarring discord in the great harp of 

 nature, whether played by the hand of chance 

 or swept by the fingers of Omniscience. 



THE END. 



