Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1853-11-26

ry is companonship to all living creatures. There
is the horse, who has been neighing and whinnylng
all day in the absence of his companion who shares
with him all his labors stands by him in the stable
eats from the same crib, and gambols with him in
the field His tones mournful and piteous to hear
whilst he wanders to and fro, eagerly catching every
sound from the road, and gazing with eye in which
sparkles the animation of intelligence down the ave-
which will give him the first glimpse ofhis friend.
How can joy be more plainly expressed than theirs
when they meet--the note ofwelcome and the joyous
bound, the look of love and the fond caress.
There are some pretty kittens--how loving they
in their play if is for little time hid or abb
sent, how sorrowful is her little playmate. How sly
ly she creeps about peeping in every nook and COR
ner; and how wildly she capers when she has discov-
cred her.
The good and patient cow, so stupid, as she is CALI
ed is still capable of feeling sadness, and
when left alone to such degree that she becomes
thin and refuses to give the rich foarnng milk in
abundance.
Give her companion to roam with her in the
field, and crop the grass by her side, and she grows
cheerful and fat and generous again.
There is Mrs. Goose with Mr.. Gander and fine chill
dren struttng by her side. How plainly she says,
"They are mine! !" She waddles down to the brook,
and knowing that am watching her, she enters the
water, leaving her youngings to follow at their pleas
ure and words could not speak more plainly than
her gait, and the proud bearing of her head she
ascends the opposite bank without looking round to
see if they safe, "They very precious, and
take care of themselves Don't you see how they
swim?" Oh, yes, Mrs. Goose, you are a genuine
mother, and with honorable position, so well sus-
ained you should not be the butt ofrdicule for the
thoughtless world 1 wonder how it came about
that you never anything but goose after all.
Your days of usefulness wel-ngh ended-we no
longer need those glossy quilts to celebrate your
praises own! Nor that soft down to pillow
weary heads-we have learned better than to
depend youfor any comfort or luxury so perhaps
you will be elevated to higher rank. None but
the starving would wish to eat you see not why
you should not have title of nobility, coat-of-
arms, and your husband ducal crown!
Here is this good dog, the faithful Newfoundland.
One day he was suspected of invading the sheep-old
with hostile intentions and he looks of CEN
sure, and heard talk of death to the evdoer, who
ever he might be, and he left US, to return
till sought him with assurances of trust and belief
in his innocence As is often the in this world
little trouble and humiliation has purchased for him
great renown and We are careful to remember that
it is not " little pichers alone that have ears But
how came he to understand our conversation? His
fear and trembling not the effect of conscious
guilt for the offence not his, as afterwards
proved. Was it dread of the pains of death /? How
could he know aught of suffering? Was regret at
parting with life merely, and being separated from
those to whom he attached, and from all the
pleasures of animal existence? Or did he shudder
the thought of unkndness from the hand that had
fed him. and from those whom he had so faithfully
guarded from danger, in the silent watches of the
night?
1t all owing to instinct, the Philosopher says.
He is dog, whatever he may do! Still believe
him capable of very high kind of happiness, and
animated with of the best feelings of the human
soul. Gratitude is of the nobest of emo
tons, and surely he is expressing this, and
pressing, too, love which is concentrated upon a
few and more firmly links him to one.
What joyous delight he manifests at the return of
the absent! What fidelity in guarding us from evil
so entirely do we trust him that never fear he
will sumber at his post-and that he will betray us
who would be guilty of such a suspicion.
When ramble in the fields, how plainly does he
express his interest in all that do-lookng among
the flowers for those pluck-bringing leaf or
twig to win gentle pat or smile. 1t is true that
there are many undispued possessors of hearts, who
do not understand well how to make the hearts of
others throb with gladncss.
How funny the hens look hopping up stairs! But
who ever thought of being loved by hen. We love
the little chickens, they cunning but when
they are grown up, they not pretty and though
der if they love another? Yet it would be lone
" indeed without them-a desolation it would create
about the farm house, to silence the cut cut, cadeer
cut, and cOck-G-dOOdLe, doc.
There is grandpa, with great full of oats
and they sooner see him than from tree and scat
fold, and woodpile and picket they run, wadde, and
scramble for the oats he scatterS. He really loves
them. but l do not think they would love him were
It not for the oats. But they like home, and nice
place to roost, and they "lay two eggs day." Sun
days and all; and after having spent year in the |
city, where they make custards of corn-sarch ap-
preclate hens more than ever.
But even they do not like to be alone. Who would
think Of keeping solitary hen? In the garden, !
Or orchard, wherever they are picking worms and |
seeds, there are always two or three They like |
'ompanionshp, but they not generous. How |
Zach runs when she finds good bit to avoid shar-
ng with her companions l wonder how it came to !
De fashionable to talk of the blessings of solitude
when 1T is so plainly written, not only in His book,
oy His own hand, but in all his works, I" 1t is not |
good to be alone" MINNIE MYRTLE.
WoMAN's TENDERNESS AND LOVE. Ithas often been
.elnarlInd that in ic hnn