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 ANCIENT BURIAL PLACES. 
 
 Sincere affection for the lower animals and appreciation of 
 their unselfish devotion and useful service to man date back so 
 far in the history of the world that we cannot find the beginning. 
 
 From an early period of history there are occasional records 
 showing that this sentiment, if one chooses to call it by that 
 name, has been manifested by giving them honorable burial. 
 For example, Plutarch, in his life of Cato the Censor, speaks 
 of seeing near their master's tomb the graves of the mares with 
 which Cimon thrice conquered at the Olympic games; and, 
 again, of a promontory in Greece called the Dog's Grave, where 
 Xantippus, whose dog swam by the side of his galley to Salamis 
 when the Athenians were forced to abandon their city, had his 
 faithful follower buried, thtis giving the promontory its name. 
 
 That the cave dwellers had their dogs beside them in life and 
 in death is probable, for in certain places the bones of dogs were 
 discovered in the caves with those of human beings. 
 
 The Indians shared with their horses and their hounds the 
 graves that they believed to be the entrance to the Happy 
 Hunting Ground. 
 
 The early Egyptians paid such honor to their household com- 
 panion, the cat, that they went into mourning, after their 
 fashion, upon the death of a cat, shaving off their eyebrows 
 and showing other marks of woe. 
 
 Egyptian cemeteries were caves, mausoleums, and temples, 
 and in these burial places many thousands of embalmed cats 
 have been discovered, as well as other animals, birds, and rep- 
 tiles. One tomb in Luxor was found filled with cats that were 
 wrapped in fine red and white linen, the heads covered with 
 masks representing a cat's head and made of the same linen. 
 
 In any large art museum to-day we may see cat mummies, 
 sometimes enclosed in gilded or decorated cases shaped to re- 
 semble the body of the cat. By the Egyptian, some of the 
 animals and birds were not only beloved, but considered sacred, 
 and honored accordingly. In these modern days we are begin- 
 ning to grant them their rightful place, subservient to us, — even 
 as children are, or should be, subservient to their elders, — but our 
 fellow mortals, our companions, helpers, friends, and not beneath 
 the pale of our affections. 
 
 Those who have found comfort and pleasure in the daily 
 companionship of a dog or a cat in their homes cannot bear, 
 
when this companionship ends in death, to let the body_ be 
 carted away as they send away their ashes and other rubbish. 
 We deal tenderly with a garment that has been worn by a dear 
 departed friend; we who love flowers have stooped to pick up a 
 blossom dropped by some heedless hand in the dust and have 
 placed it reverently in the grass by the roadside; should it be 
 wondered at if we wish to give the body of a once living, loving, 
 faithful companion w^hat is called a decent burial? 
 
 From this feeling, cemeteries for animals have been started 
 and are increasing in number. I shall speak here only of those 
 that seem to me the most notable, and may, through lack of 
 information, omit to mention others that deserve notice. 
 
 CEMETERY FOR DOGS AND OTHER DOMESTIC ANIMALS AT PARIS. 
 
 \ETERY FOR 
 
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 Just outside the Clichy gate of Paris, on the Gennevilliers 
 road in Asniere, is an island or peninsula in the Seine called the 
 Isle des Chiens. On this island was started in 1898 a cemetery 
 for animals, called La Necropole Zoologicjue. A handsome 
 facade of stone and a gate of grill work in hammered iron, from 
 an original design by the architect of the cemetery, Eugene 
 Petit, give dignity and beauty to the entrance. On the right a 
 picturesque lodge guards the approach to this resting place of 
 fourfooted friends of men and women who have not been ashamed 
 to testify in this public manner to the love and, in some cases, 
 the gratitude they have felt for companions that for a time 
 gladdened their lives, then passed on into the mysterious beyond. 
 
 Walking along the pathways studying the inscriptions on 
 gleaming stones half buried in ivy and myrtle, and on monu- 
 ments against a picturesque background of shrubs and trees, 
 through which one could catch glimpses of the slow-moving 
 river, there seemed to me to be a special pathos in this spot of 
 ground, and I wondered if those who are most contemptuous 
 about the affection that often binds the heart of mankind with 
 
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" Petit Mignon 
 Who was nothing Ixit a poor dog, gentle and good, killed^in tlie 
 flower of her youth by a civilized savage " ^ 
 
 the heart of his humbler " fellow mortals," his fourfooted 
 friends and helpers, could pass unmoved some of the epitaphs 
 I read. 
 
 The first monument that meets the eye is a tall and imposing 
 stone erected to the memory of that famous St. Bernard, Barry, 
 w^ho had a record of saving the lives of forty persons on the 
 snow-clad mountains of the Alps. Many worse than worthless 
 men have died and costly monuments have been put up to their 
 memory. Who can say with any justice that Barry, whose life 
 was spent in faithful service as a life-saver, and who lost his life 
 while trying to save the traveler who, in his cowardly terror, 
 killed him, should not be honored with a stone to his memory.? 
 
 Among those who were saved from death by this noble dog 
 was a child, a little girl, lost in the snow, who clasped her be- 
 numbed arms about Barry's neck and was carried on his back 
 to the good monks in the hospice. This act of his life alone was 
 sufficient claim for a memorial stone, but the inscription might 
 well_^put to shame many men who read it. Translated it reads: 
 
 " He saved the lives of forty persons. 
 He was killed bv the fortv-first." 
 
Barry, whose fame has gone forth throughout Europe and 
 America, is not the only dog who has been ready to give his hfe 
 for his friends, and other stones in this cemetery record a grate- 
 ful remembrance of such devotion. These epitaphs I have 
 translated are brief, but express much : 
 
 " Bijou. 
 
 " He saved my life 
 
 I owe him this memorial." 
 
 " To otir friend GribouUe, faithful tmto death." 
 
 " Homage to Loulou. 
 
 " Token of the gratitude of a mother to whom Loulou restored her 
 child who was drowning in the Garonne. Brave Loulou was only nine 
 months old, and, moreover, had a broken paw." 
 
 Can any one scoff at stones erected to the memory of such 
 brave and noble friends? Or can we laugh at the tributes paid 
 to devoted companionship in such epitaphs as these : 
 
 " I have had only one true friend. He lies here." 
 
 " Tom. The friend of his master." 
 
 " Frisette. A faithful friend who will always be mourned bv her master." 
 
 " Bob. 1886-1900. 
 
 " Honor to thy little faithful loving heart which ceased to beat through 
 
 grief at oiir separation." 
 
 " Thy life was all suffering, 
 Mine was sown with sorrow; 
 We mingled them, hoping for comfort, 
 But the cruelty of men 
 Put an end to this brief happiness." 
 
Although September had robbed the httle graves of some 
 of their beauty, yet the verdure and the late blossoming plants 
 still gave the following epitaph an appropriate setting: 
 
 " Poor FoLLETTE belovecl ! 
 " To-day thoti art resting under the flowery earth, and over tliy body 
 the springtiine will blossom with roses." 
 
 This is a somewhat free translation of a touching verse : 
 
 " Sapho. 
 " If thy sotil, Sapho, cannot go on with mine, 
 
 O dear and noble friend, through all the life to be, 
 Then I desire no heaven. May my fate be like thine. 
 Here to come at last, to dreamless sleep with thee." 
 
 This epitaph savors a little of the morbid : 
 
 " Leda. 1S92-1Q00. 
 " We loved her too much. She could not live." 
 
 And this contains a traged}" in a few words : 
 
 " Miss Boalie. 
 "Crushed to death at Touisle, iS February, 1Q03. She had been for 
 ten years a cherished friend." 
 
 A handsome stone bears this striking inscription: 
 
 " No name? No date? 
 " What does it matter! Under these stones lie the mortal remains of 
 what was to me for fottrteen years a perfect friend." 
 
 It is a fact worth noting that the epitaphs on these stones 
 are and must be sincere. They convey a true statement of the 
 relations that existed between the mourner and the mourned. 
 There can be no object in putting a false sentiment on a stone 
 
erected to the memory of a dog; indeed, one can hardly imagine 
 putting up a stone to a fourfooted member of a household unless 
 the animal had been a cherished friend and companion. Take, 
 for example, this memorial which is suggestive of unutterable 
 sadness: 
 
 " To the memory of my dear Emma. 
 " From April, i88q, to August, iqoo, faithful companion and only 
 friend of my Avandering and desolate life." 
 
 I stood by this handsome and costly monument and looked 
 down at the little grave covered with flowers and ivy that held 
 the " only friend" of a " wandering and desolate life." 
 
 A single rosebush bore a late white rose and the September 
 wind drifted a few of the petals on the grave. I picked up the 
 scattered petals and put them in my letter case. And as I lin- 
 gered there I saw in my imagination a lonely and desolate soul, 
 for some reason bereft of all human companionship, turned 
 bitter, perhaps through ingratitude, treachery, deceit, sinned 
 against, or possibly sinning, yet possessed, when all other love 
 failed, of one faithful friend whose devotion never was and 
 never could be shaken, — " Emma, faithful companion and only 
 friend of my wandering and desolate life." 
 
 How many sad, lonely, bereaved mortals have been sustained 
 and comforted, perhaps saved from utter despair, by the un- 
 exacting, unquestioning, faithful devotion of a dog, God only 
 knows. 
 
 Giving love unstinted, asking for nothing in return but the 
 privilege of lying at his master's feet, following his footsteps, 
 
FROM THE PARIS CEMETERY 
 
 lifting his loving eyes through which the soul of the so-called 
 lower animal looks out and questions the soul of the so-called 
 higher animal, happy if answered by a kind look, a gentle touch 
 of the hand, a single word of affection, always ready to respond 
 to any mood of joy or sorrow — is it strange in a world where 
 one finds so little unselfish love, where the tides of friendship 
 are so easily turned back, if there are warm and loving hearts 
 craving a devotion they never get from their own kind who 
 turn to the unalterable love of a dog? 
 
 Is it strange that there are those who desire to pay a last 
 tribute of love to the lifeless body of the companion who guarded 
 their slumbers, attended them on their walks and drives, lay at 
 their feet in readiness on the slightest motion to follow any- 
 where and to give their lives, if need be, to protect the one they 
 loved? 
 
 But this cemetery is not wholly devoted to dogs. There is a 
 corner for cats, where headstones record the names and, some- 
 times, the virtues of Minet, Titite, Toto, and other feline pets 
 that have added to the comfort of different households. 
 
 A beautiful stone that attracts many visitors is erected to 
 the memory of Gazouille, a goldfinch, by two children, Paul and 
 Jeanne, who rescued the bird from a man who had just put out 
 her eyes, with the idea that it would make her sing. The kind- 
 hearted children secured her, gave her every attention until she 
 died, then placed in a little grave the body they had so tenderly 
 cherished. 
 
 x\t the end of the island a few horses and a lion have been 
 buried, but it is to the dog, man's closest companion, that the 
 most loving remembrance has been given in words that un- 
 doubtedly come from the heart. 
 
HYDE PARK CEMETERY 
 
 CEMETFRY FOR DOGS, HYDE PARK, LONDON. 
 
 Another notable cemetery for animals may be found in a 
 secluded corner of Hyde Park, London, near the house of the 
 lodge keeper at the Victoria Gate. This cemetery was opened 
 in 1 88 1 by the late Duke of Cambridge and now contains about 
 four hundred graves. In this quiet spot close to the throbbing 
 heart of the city it is restful to pause awhile and bestow a little 
 thought on the two great needs of mankind so manifest in the 
 epitaphs, — an unselfish love and a faith that reaches beyond 
 this fleeting life. The epitaph that Lord Byron wrote on his 
 Newfoundland dog is seen on one stone, and is well worth quoting: 
 
 " Wlien some proud son of man returns to earth, 
 Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, 
 The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, 
 And storied urns record who rests below. 
 When all is done, upon the tomb is .seen 
 Not what he was, but what he should have been. 
 But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, 
 The first to welcome, foremost to defend, 
 Whose honest heart is still his master's own, 
 Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, 
 Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth. 
 Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth. 
 
 Ye who perchance behold this simple urn, 
 Pass on, — it honors none you wish to mourn ; 
 To mark a friend's remains these stones arise; 
 I never knew but one — and here he lies." 
 
 The following epitaphs express the hope that the Indian felt 
 when he shot the dead warrior's steed, believing that horse and 
 master would be united beyond the grave. 
 
 Shall He whose name is Love 
 Deny our loving friend a home above ? 
 Nay, He who orders all things for the best, 
 In Paradise will surelv give them rest." 
 
 And again: 
 
 " There are men most good and wise who say that dumb creatures we 
 have cherished here below shall give us kindly greeting when we pass the 
 Golden Gate." 
 
Less hopeful is this inscription: 
 
 " Could I think we'd meet again 
 It would lighten half my pain." 
 
 But there is the joy of faith in these beautiful lines: 
 
 " And when at length my own life's work is o'er 
 I hope to find her waiting as of yore, 
 Eager, exultant, glad to meet me at the door." 
 
 Other brief inscriptions express the same faith: " Till we meet 
 again." " Good-bye, but not forever; God restore thee to me. 
 So prayeth thy loving mistress." "And not one of these is for- 
 gotten in the sight of God." " We are only sleeping. Master." 
 
 Short and very much to the point is the epitaph: 
 
 Pat. 
 " Dogs is Folks." 
 
 And very touching are these: 
 
 " She brought the sunshine into our lives, but 
 She took it away with her. 
 To our gentle, lovely little Blenheim 
 Jane." 
 
 " Dear old Topsy, for over i6 vears 
 The faithful friend of vSir — 
 and his family. Loved, lamented, and respected." 
 
 Curly. 
 He pined for his lost mistress and died 
 A faithful friend. 
 
 But it is not worth while to multiply these records of loving 
 remembrance. Enough have been given to show why these 
 stones are erected. 
 
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CEMETERY FOR REGIMENTAL PETS, EDINBURGH. 
 
 There is a graveyard for regimental pets at Edinburgh 
 Castle, where rows of headstones are inscribed with epitaphs 
 that show how the brave soldiers of the regiment mourned for 
 their fourfooted companions, and did not consider it a weakness 
 to pay the respect to their memory they would have paid to one 
 of their own kind. Bravery on the field of battle; courage and 
 faithful effort in saving lives; loving companionship that cheered 
 hearts made sad and bitter by the faithlessness, ingratitude, 
 injustice, and coldness of their own kin or kind, — these are 
 traits of character that would have won admiration and respect 
 if displayed by mankind — then why should they not be appre- 
 ciated in a dog? 
 
 PRIVATE CEMETERIES — ABROAD. 
 Queen Victoria's Cemetery. 
 
 On the Isle of Wight, at Osborne, there is a portion of ground 
 where about fifteen of the Queen's dogs and cats have been 
 buried. The headstones are of white marble, about eighteen 
 inches high. Each grave is enclosed with terra-cotta tiles and 
 the graveled paths are bordered with box. 
 
 Gladstone's Dogs. 
 The " Grand Old Man," Gladstone, had a succession of be- 
 loved dogs, and, as death parted them from him, he had their 
 bodies placed in a private cemetery near Hawarden Castle. 
 Granite headstones are placed to mark the grave, each with a 
 dog's name and date of death, and a few have simple inscrip- 
 tions. Petz, a black Pomeranian, Mr. Gladstone's last four- 
 footed companion, was said to have died of grief upon being sepa- 
 rated from his dearly loved master, whose companion he had 
 been for ten years. Upon his headstone is the inscription: 
 
 Petz. 
 
 Born at Schwalbach, 1886. 
 
 Died at Hawarden, March 27, 189S. 
 
 Mr. Gladstone's favorite dog. Faithful unto Death. 
 
 A visitor to this spot noted that flowers were scattered over the 
 grave and a wreath of moss placed there. 
 
 Summer Palace, Pekin. 
 
 A large and beautifully arranged cemetery is attached to 
 the Summer Palace, Pekin, and has been devoted for some years 
 to the animals belonging to former emperors of China. The 
 tombstones are mostly of marble, but a few are of more costly 
 material, such as ivory, gold, and silver. About a thousand 
 dogs are said to be buried there in coffins of carved wood. 
 
 Cemetery of the Duchess of York. 
 
 About fifty dogs, once the valued companions of the unhappy 
 Duchess of York, are buried at Oatlands Park, near Weybridge. 
 Each grave has a plain headstone on which is inscribed the name 
 of the dog and the date of his death. 
 
 There are many other family cemeteries abroad and in our 
 own country. Did every one possess a country home with 
 
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ample grounds, public cemeteries for animals would not be 
 needed, but those who dwell in cities or in suburban towns, 
 who live in hotels and boarding-houses, or who, owning a coun- 
 try home, doubt its permanence, find the need of a place where 
 they can lay the body of a dog or cat they have loved and know 
 that the body will not be disturbed, at any rate, for a term of 
 years. A crematory for animals w^ould be inost desirable in 
 every city, but the expense of building it is so great it puts it 
 out of the question for any society not well furnished with 
 money. 
 
 
 PINE RUIGE CEMETERY, DEDHAM, MASS. 
 
 HARTSDALE CANINE CEMETERY, NEW YORK. 
 
 The Hartsdale Canine Cemetery, in Hartsdale, about an 
 hour's ride on the New^ York Central from New York City, con- 
 tains about five hundred graves, many of which are enclosed in 
 wire or iron fencing. Some of the headstones are handsome and 
 expensive, one of them, a granite monument, having been 
 erected, it is said, at the cost of $500. 
 
 It is a fact worth noting just here that a man or a woman may 
 pay a far more extravagant sum in giving an evening ball or 
 reception, or for a piece of jewelry or furniture, but if this sum 
 be expended as a grateful tribute to a dearly loved, faithful 
 animal, it is thought to be ridiculous and even wicked by those 
 who are not capable of love for an animal lowxr in the scale of 
 creation than mankind. 
 
 The cemetery is surrounded by a high picket fence, and most 
 of the graves are marked with headstones. Though few of 
 them are elaborate, yet a number of them must have cost as 
 much as $100. Fifteen to twenty-five dollars is the price of a 
 grave in this cemeterv. 
 
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One of the most expensive funerals was that of two dogs, 
 Trixie and Pet, who had separate satin-Hned coffins. The owner 
 of the dogs is a New York milHonaire. He could well afford the 
 fine granite headstone and iron railing around the lot where his 
 pets lie buried, and it was not at all to his discredit that he thus 
 paid respect to the memory of his faithful companions. 
 
 An interesting inscription in this cemetery has been used on 
 other graves, and originated with Lord Byron : 
 
 Our Sydney 
 
 Died Sept. 14, 1Q02, 
 
 Aged 16 years. 
 
 Born a Dog. Lived like a Gentleman. 
 Died Beloved. 
 
 Another epitaph is: 
 
 In loving memory of 
 
 Wrinkles. 
 
 A little pug dog. Died Jan. 7, 1905. 
 
 For seventeen vears a steadfast friend and faithful companion who 
 ^vill never be forgotten by his sorrowing mistress. 
 
 Among other epitaphs worth quoting is this : 
 
 Sir Thomas. 
 He shall forever live in the heart of those he loved. 
 
 This grave is enclosed in an iron railing with a box tree in 
 each corner. 
 
 " Our dearly loved Dolly " 
 
 is engraved on a marble monument surrounded with box and 
 periwinkle. 
 
 Colonel. 
 
 So good. So true. So dearly loved, 
 is on a granite headstone. 
 
 A beautiful cat, valued at $300 when alive, has a large and 
 handsome lot, in the midst of which is the little grave with a 
 headstone. Flowers are planted near the grave, and a caretaker 
 from Woodlawn Cemetery is regularly engaged to keep the lot 
 in order. 
 
 " He helped me to live through the tortuous years " is over a 
 grave which has no name, only a number. 
 
 " He was my friend when all others deserted me " is on a 
 dark granite stone, elaborately carved. 
 
 KANIS RUHE. 
 
 Kanis Ruhe, literally rendered Peace of Dogs, is the name of 
 what claims to be the first incorporated animal cemetery in 
 America, and is also known by the name New York Animal 
 Cemetery Company, Incorporated. It is situated on Millers 
 Farm, Yorktown Heights, about thirty-seven miles north of 
 New York City. It was started in 1906, and withiti the first 
 year one hundred and seventy-five interments had been made ' 
 
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 PINE RIDGE CEMETERY FOR ANIMALS. 
 
 The only public cemetery in Massachusetts, as far as we 
 know, is Pine Ridge Cemetery, Dedham, Massachusetts. 
 
 The country annex of the Animal Rescue League of Boston is 
 situated in Dedham, about nine miles from the city. The 
 Needham electric cars go within six minutes' walk of it. B}' 
 train from the South Station, one may go any hour of the day 
 to the terminal, Dedham, which is a mile from Pine Ridge. 
 For 25 cents carriages at the station will take the visitor to 
 Pine Ridge. On the twxnty-five acres owned by the League is 
 a Home of Rest for Horses; model kennels for dogs have been 
 built; and in one picturesque corner, on undulating land diversi- 
 fied with pine, cedar, and oak trees, gray moss-decked rocks and 
 wild vines, there has been started within three years a cemetery 
 for animals. 
 
 Here any pleasant day in spring, summer, or fall, one is likely 
 to see visitors; they may be men as well as women and children, 
 lingering along the grass-bordered walks, sometimes wath flow- 
 ers in their hands which are to be laid on the little grave of a 
 once dearly loved and still unforgotten four-footed friend. Up 
 in the trees, birds of various kinds are singing. There are nests 
 in the gay barberry bushes and the cedar-trees. A squirrel runs 
 across the path to his conspicuous home in a lafge nut-tree. 
 Across the open field, separated by a wire fence, horses are 
 enjoying a well-earned vacation, daintily nibbling the grass or 
 standing with noses stretched over the fence and expectant 
 eyes, hoping for lumps of sugar from the visitors. 
 
 It is a cheerful, peaceful graveyard, not the less so because 
 one is likely to see the living amongst the dead. Pine Ridge 
 dogs, large and small, often follow the caretaker as he shows 
 the visitor around, or lie down beside the grave of one of their 
 
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 "MOST LOVING HEART AND FAITHFUL FRIEND" 
 
 fellow-creatures, a red tongue lolling out of the mouth, giving a 
 waggish expression, hardly suited to the seriousness of the place. 
 
 No noted dogs or cats are buried here, yet tears have been 
 shed by men and by women as they stood over the open grave 
 and watched the body of a loved companion laid away out of 
 their sight. 
 
 One grave is that of a fox terrier, for seventeen years the con- 
 stant companion of his mistress, who visits his grave every week 
 and can hardly speak of him without tears. His simple epi- 
 taph, on a plate fastened on a rock, is " Loving and Beloved." 
 
 Near by is the grave of a cocker spaniel, so intelligent and 
 quick to learn that he often entertained his mistress's friends 
 with his amusing tricks. He had a little piano bought for him, 
 and sat down before it and brought out of it with his black paws 
 what was music to him and his mistress. How she has missed 
 this music only those who love dogs can imagine. 
 
 Cappi's little grave represents a sad episode in a journey 
 taken by a man, his wife, and their little spaniel. The dog was 
 taken so ill on the train that his owners stopped in Boston and 
 took him to a hospital, where he died in a few days. The man 
 and his wife were much troubled about their little companion's 
 body, and were greatly relieved when told about Pine Ridge 
 Cemetery. They live at a distance from Boston, but come once 
 a year to visit the grave, over which is a marble stone with the 
 epitaph, as seen above. 
 
 A man brought the body of a cat he had had for twenty- 
 three years and had dearly loved. He laid a wreath on the 
 little grave and expressed his gratitude that in this quiet, se- 
 cluded spot he could show his grief for the loss he had met with, 
 and not fear ridicule. 
 
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Near this cat's grave lies the body of another very old cat 
 that had been the only companion for sixteen years of a poor 
 woman whose peculiar disposition made it difiticult for her to 
 keep any other companion or friend. She was burned to death 
 by the upsetting of a kerosene stove. Her cat was brought to 
 the Animal Rescue League, but he mourned so grievously for 
 his mistress that it seemed only merciful to send poor old Bobbie 
 to his last sleep. 
 
 Fairy, a beautiful white Pomeranian, has her photograph 
 embedded in the headstone, and the epitaph reads: 
 
 " Our Little Blind Fairy. Passed from Darkness into Light, 
 Easter, 1907." Surely this epitaph speaks of a faith be3'ond the 
 grave. 
 
 ILD HOBBIE 
 
 Of one little dog buried in Pine Ridge Cemetery, his mistress 
 said: " When I was av/ay during the day he sat at the window 
 and watched for my return. When he saw me coming he leaped 
 down from the chair, ran into the kitchen to call the maid, 
 attended her to the door, and never once failed to be there to 
 give me a joyful welcome. He never left mc when I was in the 
 house, and no words can tell how I miss him. He was loving, 
 obedient, a cheerful companion, often rousing me from sad 
 thoughts by his playful ways. When I watched by the bedside 
 of a dying sister he left his bed in my room and came in the 
 night and lay down close to my side, and when she passed away 
 and I stood by the bed, he jumped on a chair to reach me and 
 thrust his little nose into my hand in silent sympathy." 
 
 It has been said b_\' those who cannot understand love for a 
 dog or a cat, that the people who love them would much better 
 lavish their affection on children. I have had much opportunity 
 
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for observation, and can confidently declare it to be a fact that 
 the majority of those who love animals and are especially tender 
 to them are men and women who have the kindest hearts toward 
 human beings; who do the most to help all who are in need of 
 help; who love children and are not infrequently fathers and 
 mothers. I sometimes question if the men and women who do 
 not have any tenderness and affection for the lower animals 
 reallv do have it in any great degree for their own kind. 
 
 
 
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 But we will leave this little village of the dead and living. 
 We go silently up through a winding path quite hidden in ever- 
 green-trees and bordered on one side with a ledge of rocks, in 
 the crevices of which ferns and wild columbines wave graceful 
 hands at the passers-by. As we go, a partridge, hiding there 
 from the boys with guns, who frequent the neighboring woods, 
 whirrs up through the bushes and disappears over the rocky 
 wall into the grove on the hill above it, safe within these enclosed 
 acres from the cruel hunters. The crows caw to each other over 
 in the horses' paddock among the trees, and chick-a-dees flutter 
 almost in your face. You think of the verse, " Not a sparrow 
 falleth to the ground without your Heavenly Father," and you 
 leave this cjuiet place feeling that nothing should be to'o common 
 or too small for us to notice and to love. 
 
 We must not omit to mention some of the notable monuments 
 that have been erected to horses and to dogs outside of ceme- 
 teries. A monument that has frequently been spoken of is that 
 which was erected in Edinburgh, Scotland, to the memory of a 
 dog whose faithful devotion to his master's memory no human 
 being could have surpassed. A poor tramp died and was buried 
 in Greyfriars churchyard. When the sexton covered the grave, 
 the little dog, who had been following his master, lay down on 
 the grave and refused to leave it. He was carried away and fed. 
 
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This monument 
 
 was erected by a noble lady, 
 
 The Baroness Burdett-Cout'ts, 
 
 to the memory of 
 
 Grey Friar's Bobby. 
 
 a faithful and affectionate 
 
 Little Dog, 
 
 Who followed the remains of his beloved ma'^ter 
 
 to the chtirchyard 
 
 in the year 1858, 
 
 and became a constant visitor to the grave, 
 
 refusing to be separated from the spot 
 
 until he died 
 
 in the year 1872. 
 
 but returned at night and slept on the grave. Kind-hearted 
 men and women tried to coax him to leave the grave, but he 
 would only leave it long enotigh to get his food, which was gi\'en 
 him by the sympathetic caretaker of the cemetery. For twelve 
 years he watched and waited beside the grave of the only being 
 he had ever loved. Through all those wear\' years of separation. 
 
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hope must have been kept aUve in that faithful little breast, the 
 hope of reunion. Who will dare to affirm that such a love as this 
 was not rewarded after the spirit was freed from the body, and 
 that the two friends, the poor man and his dog, did not meet 
 again? Emerson wrote: 
 
 " What is excellent 
 As God lives is permanent; 
 Hearts are dust; hearts' loves remain. 
 Hearts' love shall need thee again." 
 
 PINE RIDGE CEMETERY, THE LIVING AND THE DEAD 
 
 Wagner's dogs are buried not far from his own grave, and one 
 of them, it is said, was placed in his own tomb. Outside the tomb, 
 near the entrance, is a carved likeness of the dog, and underneath 
 are the words, " Here Russ rests and waits." 
 
 Upon a mossy bank surrounded with evergreens, under a 
 marble slab, another of his dogs lies with this inscription on the 
 marble : 
 
 " Here lies in peace Vanfried's faithful watcher and friend, 
 the good and beautiful Mark." 
 
 Matthew Arnold wrote an exquisite poem when he laid his 
 favorite dog Geist to rest. There are twenty stanzas in this 
 poem. Not having space for all, I quote those that most appeal 
 to me: 
 
 " Yet would we keep thee in our heart — 
 Wotild fix our favorite on the scene. 
 Nor let thee utterly depart 
 
 And be as if thou ne'er hadst been. 
 
 "And so there rise these lines of verse 
 On lips that rarely form them now; 
 While to each other we rehearse: 
 
 Such ways, such arts, such looks hadst thou. 
 
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We lay thee close within our reach, 
 
 Here where the grass is smooth and warm, 
 
 Between the holly and the beech 
 
 Where oft we watched thy coxichant form. 
 
 Then sonie who through the garden pass 
 When we, too, like thyself are clay, 
 
 Shall see thy grave upon the grass 
 And stop before the stone and say: 
 
 Peoi)le who lived here long ago 
 Did by this stone it seems intend 
 
 To name for future times to know 
 
 The dachshund Geist. their little friend." 
 
 PINE RIDGE CEMETERY 
 
 HEADSTONES OF TWO C.\TS, .AUGUSTUS AND TIGER, AND 
 
 MAX, AN ENGLISH SETTER 
 
 Cowper's epitaph on his pet hare is well known among his 
 poems. In one poem he describes how he saved the little crea- 
 ture from "cruel man," had her for a companion ten years, and 
 he closes this poem with the lines: 
 
 " If I survive thee I will dig thy grave. 
 And when I place thee in it, sighing, say, 
 I know at least one hare that had a friend." 
 
 Later he wrote the " Epitaph on a Hare," from which I quote 
 only the first and the last stanzas : 
 
 " Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue. 
 Nor swifter grayhound follow. 
 Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew. 
 Nor ear heaid huntsman's hollo! 
 
 " I kept him for his humor's sake, 
 For he would oft beguile 
 My heart of thoughts that made it ache. 
 And force me to a smile " 
 
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Benjamin Disraeli, Sr., wrote an epitaph on his loved com- 
 panion, Max, a Newfoundland dog, which ends with these lines: 
 
 " Domestic friend, companion of all hours! 
 Our vacant terraces and silent bowers 
 No more repeat thy name, and by this urn 
 Not to love dogs too well we sadly learn." 
 
 Robert Southey's epitaph " On the Death of a Favorite Old 
 Spaniel" has been frequently quoted. The closing lines are: 
 
 " But fare thee well! Mine is no narrow creed: 
 And He who gave thee being did not frame 
 The mystery of life to be the sport 
 Of merciless man. There is another world 
 For all that live and move — a better one ! 
 Where the proud bipeds who would fain confine 
 Infinite Goodness to the little bounds 
 Of their own charity may envy thee." 
 
 A beautiful tribute was paid by Governor Hoffman to his dog : 
 
 " He was only a dog, but he was refined and gentle; loving and affec- 
 tionate as a child, faithful and true as the best of women. He was nearly 
 human, but not near enough to have any of the imperfections of humanitj'" 
 
 One of the curiosities of London is a bronze statue set on a 
 drinking fountain in Battersea Park, a tract of about one hundred 
 and eighty- five acres in the southwestern part of London. The 
 statue represents a brown terrier set on a high pedestal which 
 crowns the drinking fountain, and the inscription on the pedestal 
 is as follows : 
 
 " In memory of the brown terrier dog done to death in the laboratories 
 of University College in February, 1903, after having endured vivisection 
 extending over more than two months and having been handed over 
 from one vivisector to another till death came to his release. 
 
 "Also in memory of the two hundred and thirty-two dogs vivisected in 
 the same place during the year 1902. 
 
 " Men and women of England, 
 How long shall these things be? " 
 
 Miss Lind-Ap-Hageby presented the statue to the Battersea 
 City Council, telling them that she herself had been a witness to 
 the torture the terrier suffered. After the statue was placed, 
 the medical students met in large number with the intention of 
 demolishing it, but the police, being forewarned, protected it 
 from their attack. A riot ensued in which the students had to 
 be beaten off, and retired with many bruises. A law suit was the 
 next result, and one of the medical directors got damages, but 
 the bronze dog memorial still stands. 
 
 Li burying a dog that he loved, William Wordsworth wrote a 
 beautiful memorial, of which this is a part : 
 
 " Lie here, without a record of thy worth. 
 Beneath a covering of the common earth; 
 It is not from unwillingness to praise. 
 Or want of love that here no .stone we raise; 
 More thou deserv'st; but this man gives to man, 
 Brother to brother, this is all we can. 
 Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear 
 Shall find thee through all changes of the year; 
 This oak points out thy grave; the silent tree 
 Will gladly stand a monument of thee." 
 
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IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 I do believe, my dog, that you 
 Have some beyond, some fviture new. 
 Why not? In heaven's inheritance 
 
 Space must be cheap where worldly light 
 In boundless, limitless expanse 
 
 Rolls grandly, far from human sight. 
 
 He who has given such patient care, 
 Such constancy, svich tender trust, 
 
 Such ardent zeal, such instincts rare. 
 
 And made you something inore than dust, 
 
 May yet release the speechless thrall 
 
 At death — there's room enough for all." 
 
 FUZZY 
 
 Died September 26, 1007. 
 
 "Here lies a little body that held a great heart. 
 
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F 
 
 A MONUMENT TO WAR HORSES 
 
 Graves and monuments to horses are not as common as those 
 for smaller animals, though every horse deserves a memorial 
 tablet if faithful service and a useful life mean anything. 
 
 A touching tribute was paid to two mules who for nearly 
 forty years dragged ore in the lower level of the Comstock Mine 
 in Nevada, never coming to the surface to breathe the fresh air 
 or see the blessed sunshine that all animals delight in. The 
 Hon. William Keyser first placed the mules in the mine, and 
 upon the introduction of machinery in the mine he took the 
 mules out and gave them rich pasturage near his home in Carson 
 City. Here they died. Mr. Keyser buried them on his own 
 grounds, and p\it over their grave a carved stone with this 
 inscription : 
 
 Oh Say and Oh Said 
 
 Two mules who contribttted more to the 
 
 Prosperity of Nevada than the Silver King. 
 
 They worked in the Conistock for forty years. Thev never 
 
 took a dollar out of the state, but they moved 
 
 millions of the value of its treasures. This stone 
 
 is raised by their old friend who seeks no higher reward 
 
 than to rest beside them — William Keyser. 
 
ANOTHER MEMORIAL To HORSES 
 
 " Now just within the gates of Paradise 
 A green field lies, 'mid groves 
 
 And streams. In this 
 The shades of horses worn in service here 
 Do graze in peace, and drink the waters clear 
 
 In state of equine bliss. 
 As once St. Peter barred a spirit's way, — 
 
 Conscience-accused of many kinds of sin, — 
 Out spake a stage-horse phantom, ' This inan, lo, 
 Walked rather than increase my earthly woe! ' 
 Then cried the Saint, ' Come in! ' " 
 
 ''At Duxbury, Mass., which is not very far from Plymouth 
 Rock, may be seen on the seashore a brick monument eight 
 feet high, surmounted by a large wooden ball. On the side 
 facing the sea is a slate on which this inscription is carved : 
 
 " All are btiL parts of one stupendous whole, 
 Whose body Nature is, and God the soul." 
 
 Here lies bviried 
 
 Honest Dick, 
 
 Who 
 
 Faithfully served three generations. 
 
 This noble horse was born on Powder Point, 
 
 A.D. 1817. 
 
 Here lived and here died, 
 
 A.D. 1846. 
 
 " What words can describe the services of such a faithful crea- 
 ture? What money could repay them? To funerals, weddings, 
 picnics, parties, school, market, year after year, through mud 
 and sleet and snow and dust, until age compelled the tired body 
 to enter on its long, final rest." 
 
 And this brief history could be multiplied by thousands of 
 families all over the land who have enjoyed the same faithful 
 service, but are more forgetful of its inestimable value. 
 
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ARE THEY IMMORTAL? 
 
 " Behold we know not anything. 
 We only trust that good shall fall 
 At last, far off, at last to all, 
 And every winter change to spring." 
 
 The question of life beyond death is always coming up in one 
 form or another. " If a man dies, shall he live again? " has prob- 
 ably been asked as many times as there are intelligent, thought- 
 ful human beings. If, then, it is so difficult for many of us to 
 feel a strong, unquestioning faith in conscious life beyond the 
 grave, a state of existence when we shall meet and recognize 
 again those we have loved in this stage of our existence, it is not 
 strange that the future of the lower animals seems even more 
 uncertain. 
 
 We who have counted among our dear friends a fourfooted 
 animal, and have so loved that animal that we long to meet it 
 again, may find some consolation in the opinions of men and 
 women who have thought much on the subject of immortality. 
 
 J. Howard Moore, author of two remarkable books, " The 
 Universal Kinship " and " The New Ethics," says: 
 
 " I am not one of those who regard the evidence for the post- 
 mortem existence of the human soul as being either abundant or 
 conclusive. But of one thing I am positive, and that is that 
 there are the same grounds precisely for believing in the immor- 
 tality of the bird and the c|uadruped as there are for the belief 
 in human immortality. And it is delightful to find great think- 
 ers like Haeckel, great biologists and philosophers, holding the 
 same conviction. Haeckel is the giant of the Germans, and in 
 his brilliant book, ' The Riddle of the Universe,' appears this 
 rather poetical paragraph: ' I once knew an old head-forester 
 who, being left a widower and without children at an early age, 
 had lived alone for more than thirty years in a noble forest of 
 East Prussia. His only companions were one or two servants, 
 with whom he exchanged merely a few necessar}' words, and a 
 great pack of different kinds of dogs, with whom he lived in 
 perfect psychic communion. Through many years of training 
 this keen observer and friend of nature had penetrated deep 
 into the individual souls of his dogs, and he was as convinced 
 of their personal immortality as he was of his own. Some of his 
 most intelligent dogs were, in his impartial estimation, at a 
 higher stage of psychic development than his old stupid maid 
 and his rough and wrinkled man-servant. Any unprejudiced 
 observer, w^ho will study the psychic phenomena of a fine dog 
 for a year, and follow attentively the processes of its thought, 
 judgment, and reason, will have to admit that it has just as 
 valid a claim to immortality as man himself." 
 
 " The Egyptians were not a people of very high intellectual 
 development," said Gladstone, " and yet their religious system 
 was strictly associated with, I might say founded on, the belief 
 in immortality." 
 
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 A GRAVE IN PINE RIDGE CEMETERY 
 
 " Most of the arguments of philosophy in favor of the immor- 
 tahty of man apply equally to the permanency of the immate- 
 rial principles in other living beings," was one of the utterances 
 of that great thinker, Louis Agassiz. 
 
 " If the Scripture is to be believed, animals have 'souls,' and, 
 having souls, who knows but that animals, at least some of them, 
 are immortal? " said George Dana Boardman. " I do not won- 
 der that in that far-ofif age, when intellectual Egypt was map- 
 ping out the heavens and rearing her own mighty pyramids, she 
 knelt before her Sacred Bull and Ibis and Beetle because she 
 believed them endowed with souls and instinct with immor- 
 tality." 
 
 George T. Angell says in Our Dumb Animals: " Many years 
 ago a man left by will to Mr. Bergh's New York Society 
 about a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Relatives con- 
 tested the will on the ground that he was insane because he be- 
 lieved in a fviture life for animals. The judge, in sustaining the 
 will, said he found that more than half the human race believed 
 the same thing." 
 
 From "The Mystery of Suffering in Animals" I take the 
 following selection : 
 
 " It would seem to be inconsistent with the ways of an all- 
 wise and merciful Creator to bring into existence these countless 
 millions of the animal creation — all suffering pain and disease, 
 very many suffering great evils from man — unless in some way 
 or other there is a future before those animals. 
 
 " Man has, we believe, a divine soul, an emanation of the 
 Deity. May not animals have, in some way of which we have 
 no idea (for it has not been revealed to us), what I may term 
 an animal soul — some future existence, some compensation for 
 pain and suffering here on earth, some reward in some future 
 state? It is impossible to limit the ways of the Almighty; his 
 ways are past finding out. It seems to me that we, as Christians, 
 would be guilty of wrong ideas towards the Creator unless we 
 believe — not that God has created myriads of creatures for 
 
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constant pain and suffering, but rather that, in some way past 
 our finding out, animals must have some future existence. 
 
 " For myself, I cannot but believe that there is in every one 
 of the lower creation soul, of what nature I know not, but soul, 
 appropriate to and suited to the instinct of each creature brought 
 into the world by the will of the great Creator." — Lieut.-Gen. 
 Sir F. Fitz Wygrant, Bart. 
 
 Mrs. Mary Somerville said: " I firmly believe that the living 
 principle is never extinguished. I am sincerely happy to find 
 that I am not the only believer in the immortality of the lower 
 animals." 
 
 Miss Frances Power Cobbe wrote many loving and sympa- 
 thetic words about animals. In one of her books she says, 
 " We find ourselves logically driven to assume the future life of 
 lower animals." 
 
 Rev. J. G. Wood, author of " Man and Beast," says: " I feel 
 sure that animals will have the opportunity of developing their 
 latent faculties in the next world, though their free scope has 
 been denied to them in the short time of their existence in the 
 present world. They surpass many human beings in love, un- 
 selfishness, generosity, conscience, and self-sacrifice. I claim 
 for them a higher status in creation than is generally attributed 
 to them, and claim they have a future life in which they can be 
 compensated for the suffering which so many of them have to 
 tmdergo in this world. I am quite sure that most of the cruelties 
 which are perpetrated on animals are due to the habit of con- 
 sidering them as mere machines, without susceptibilities, without 
 reason, and without the capacity of a future." 
 
 Rev. Canon I. T. Carter, a noted English clergyman, takes a 
 high religious ground for faith in the immortality of animals. 
 " We may," he says, " connect with the resurrection of our 
 Lord the hope for restoration of the entire creation; for the 
 whole world looks forward to that future state. As the whole 
 world of creation around us suffers from the effect of the fall, 
 so, in some way, they will know a resurrection and be trans- 
 formed into a pure, iriore blessed, more beautiful, state. The 
 lowest creatures are not to be destroyed, but after their manner, 
 according to their kind, will be restored, giving praise and glory 
 to Him who created them." 
 
 The following quotations from E. D. Buckner's book entitled 
 " The Immortality of Animals," will perhaps awaken a desire 
 to possess and to read the entire volume, which is most inter- 
 esting and convincing: 
 
 " Matter and soul — or mind — are the only constituent ele- 
 ments in the universe, and they both exist alike in man and in 
 the lower animals. The body, which is matter, changes its form 
 at death; but that mysterious life potency known as the soul or 
 mind is immaterial and immortal, and returns to God who 
 gave it. 
 
 " The mental differences between the lower animals and man 
 suggested to ancient philosophers that there should be a line 
 drawn somewhere. To meet this distinction the Stoics, the 
 disciples of Socrates, maintained that man possessed a rational 
 
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A SHADY CORNER AT PINE RIDGE, THAT THE BIRDS LUVE 
 
 soul above that of the animal soul which belonged in common 
 to man and animals, but nowhere denied the fact of animals 
 having souls. This gracious privilege of denying the right of 
 animals to keep the soul their Creator gave them comes from 
 our modern theology and is ingrafted in the creeds of some of 
 our churches. But whatever distinction has been made between 
 the soul of inan and the soul of animals has been made by man 
 and not God. 
 
 " Comparative psychology is opening up a wonderful field 
 for scientific research, and we are learning to know God's pur- 
 poses through nature as well as revelation. All animal life is 
 formed upon one common general law, and shows conclusively 
 that if man is a dual being, composed of matter and mind, or 
 body and soul, so are all other animals. If God created one and 
 imparted to it the breath of life and an immortal soul, he made 
 all others on the same plan; for it is obvious that there is that 
 same visible difference between matter and mind in all living 
 beings. 
 
 " Isaiah, in speaking of the ' restitution of all things,' says: 
 ' In that day shall thy cattle feed in large pastures. The oxen 
 likewise and the young asses that ear the ground shall eat clean 
 provender, which hath been winnowed with the shovel and with 
 the fan.' 
 
 " The evidence is positive that a belief in an endless existence 
 of lower animals as well as man has been maintained through- 
 out the history of man from the creation to the present time. 
 
 " Indeed, all the primitive religions of the world directly or 
 indirectly advocate the immortality of lower animals. 
 
 " The following question was asked over nineteen hundred 
 years ago, and is still being asked: ' Why should it be thought a 
 
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thing incredible with you, that God should raise the dead? ' and 
 the answer comes from the same volume of revelation : ' For as 
 in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive. . . . 
 The tender mercy of God is over all his works. ... In whose 
 hand is the soul of every living thing.' 
 
 Huxley says: " I hold that the nature of the physical and 
 mental faculties of brutes applies in its fulness and entirety to 
 man. The consciousness possessed by lower animals is that sort 
 of consciousness which we have ourselves, and foreshadow more 
 or less those feelings which are possessed by mankind." 
 
 More than one hundred and seventy English authors, lay and 
 clerical, uphold faith in the immortality of the lower animals, 
 have written in its support, and the belief is gaining ground 
 steadily. 
 
 A PLEASANT NUdK AT PINE RIDGE HOME UF REST FOR HORSES 
 
 " The sense, intuitions, and various emotions and faculties of 
 which man boasts," said Darwin, " may be found in an incipient 
 or even sometimes in a well-developed condition in the lower 
 animals." 
 
 It has been truly said that " man can never find his true 
 place in the universe until he recognizes that lower animals are 
 fellow-creatures and, though created inferior in intellect, yet 
 possess all the germs of the intellectual faculties of man." 
 
 Ernest Bell, editor of AiiiniaVs Friend, a valuable maga- 
 zine published in London, gives in " An After-life for Aniinals " 
 strong arguments to prove that if there is a life beyond for the 
 human race we have good reason to believe the lower animals 
 also possess an intelligent soul that will live on after death. 
 The following case is vouched for by the Society for Psychical 
 Research (Vol. XIV, p. 285). 
 
 The reappearance of animals after death, of which there are 
 now a good many instances on record, will probably be the 
 strongest argument with many people. We have space to quote 
 only one case out of a good many which have been carefully 
 
 investigated by the Psychical Research Society: 
 
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IIUKSKS AT FIXE RIDGE ENJUYING A VACATKJN IN A 
 PADDOCK NEAR THE CEMETERY 
 
 " ' In the year 1883 we were staying at the Hotel des Anglais, 
 at Mentone. I had left at home (in Norfolk) in the care of our 
 gardener a very favorite little dog, a black-and-tan terrier, 
 named Judy. I was sitting at table d'hote, and suddenly saw my 
 dog run across the room, and unthinkingly exclaimed: " Why, 
 there is Judy!" There was no dog in the hotel, and when I went 
 upstairs I told my daughter, who was ill, what I had seen. A 
 few days after I got a letter saying that Judy had gone out with 
 the gardener as usual in the morning quite well but when he 
 returned at breakfast-time she was suddenly taken ill and died 
 in half an hour. At this distance of time I cannot distinctly 
 remember whether the dates agreed, but my impression is that 
 she had died the day I saw her.' 
 
 " The lady's daughter referred to the incident in her diary as 
 follows : 
 
 " ' Mamma saw Judy's ghost at table dliote! ' 
 
 " The same lad\' related her own personal recollections of it 
 as follows: 
 
 " ' I distinctly remember my father and mother and sister 
 and my cousin coming into my bedroom, all laughing, and 
 telling me how my mother had seen Judy (black-and-tan terrier) 
 running across the room whilst they were at table dliote. My 
 mother was so positive about it that one of the others (I think 
 my father) had asked the waiter if there were any dog in the 
 hotel, and he had answered in the negative.' " 
 
 " The theosophical teaching in this matter, if we understand 
 it rightly," says Mr. Bell, " is that all animals are endowed with 
 a'soul in some form, but that in the lower forms the soul at the 
 time of physical death returns to what is called the ' group-soul,' 
 from which portions are continually reincarnated and return. 
 It is only after the animal has attained a certain degree of 
 development that it attains to an individual consciousness, and 
 becomes, so to speak, a separate soul. It is, naturally, not 
 possible to define even approximately when this change may 
 take place, but we are told that many creatures far below the 
 rank of our higher domestic animals often manifest an individu- 
 ality of character which seems to point to the probability that 
 they^have already attained individuality of existence." 
 
 Mr. Bell sums up his arguments concisely: " To sum tip, 
 
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THREK MOURNERS 
 
 we find our world populated by many widely different races of 
 creatures who live the most varied lives in air, in water, or on 
 earth, but in all of them you see a general similarity of structure, 
 varied obviously in accordance with and by reason of their 
 dift'erent surroundings and needs. We find no decided gap in 
 the chain. We find them all taking their origin in a similar 
 minute cell, and we see the higher of them passing in their per- 
 sonal early development through the various stages still found 
 in the lower. 
 
 " We find the same mysterious essence, Avhich we call life, 
 actuating them all. 
 
 " We find they all have similar feelings, impulses, affections, 
 developed in varying degrees, the so-called lower forms possess- 
 ing some of them in higher degree than the more advanced 
 forms where they have been useful in their daily lives. 
 
 " We find the sub-human and human types alike developing 
 in side directions — reaching a certain point and then dying 
 out as unfit to survive as a race in this world. 
 
 " We find the intangible portion of the individual, the mind, 
 so near akin in human and sub-human that communications 
 pass between them cpite apart from the senses in a manner 
 incomprehensible to either. 
 
 " We find that, even after the extinction of life in the body, 
 communications can yet be made between the minds of the 
 human and sub-human. 
 
 " Will any candid-minded person venture to affirm that if 
 there is an individual after-life for man, there is not also one for 
 the other animals, and, if so, on what grounds? " 
 
 These quotations on animal immortality might be many times 
 multiplied, but enough have been given to encourage those who 
 
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mourn the loss of a fourfooted friend not to be ashamed of their 
 love or their grief or of the hope of seeing them in another life; 
 and to suggest to the critic who ridicules animal cemeteries and 
 scoffs at even a wish for aninml immortality, that he is scoffing 
 not at weak sentimentalists, but at such men as Plutarch, 
 Huxley, Darwin, Agassiz, Matthew Arnold, Richard Wagner, 
 Sir Walter Scott, Wordsworth, Robert Southey, Martin Luther, 
 Gladstone, and many other men and women whose minds were 
 far above the average. 
 
 No more appropriate finis to the subject can be given than 
 the query and the answer contained in the fifteenth chapter of 
 first Corinthians: 
 
 " But some man will say. How are the dead raised up? and 
 with what body do they come? 
 
 " Thou fool, that which thou sowest is not quickened except 
 it die : and that which thou sowest, thou sowest not that body 
 that shall be, but bare grain, it may chance of wheat, or of some 
 other grain: 
 
 " But God giveth it a body as it hath pleased him, and to 
 every seed his own body! " 
 
 We may be so constituted that we cannot believe, but at 
 least we can allow ourselves the great comfort of hope and feel 
 that we have good ground for it. 
 
 One day in early autumn I followed the winding path leading 
 to Pine Ridge Cemetery, walking behind a plain box that served 
 as a coffin, in which a beautiful little body, only a few days 
 before throbbing with life and love, lay still in death. It was a 
 little funeral procession, but in it were heavy hearts and wet 
 eyes, and as I followed to the open grave, this verse of Tennyson 
 came to me and I thought it wovild be a most appropriate epitaph : 
 
 " That nothing --.valks with aimless feet, 
 That not one life shall be destroyed 
 Or cast as rubbish to the void, 
 When God hath made the pile complete." 
 
 This booklet can be purchased at the Animal 
 Rescue League, 51 Carver Street, Boston, Mass. 
 Price 25 cents. 
 
 
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