New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1873-12-02

the same parish dav after day and say know all that
lies and all m nGOT Want work Gone
j know who will do IT, IT pleasant ana gooo 10 see
the same trees year AFTER year rng sae se banks
covered with the same flowers and broken az they he
ride he same horse to sit In the same chair TO the
old coat That man who offered twenty pounds re-
aud wish knew him. Why should one change ones
place, any than ones wife or ones children Is
hermtcrob, slipping his tail out Of one strange shell
into another, IN the hopes of its htting him little
better either dgnifed safe, or graceful animal NO;
George Rldder was a true philosopher
We bdes at Whum my dog and - ,,,
and become there not only wiser hut more charitable;
for the otener the better one knows and the
better one knows, the more one loves
But the quiet of the winter-garden is sometimes
disturbed by the excitement of fox-hunt The
Canon has an eye both for horses and bounds. He
is not srperbly mounted. but his steed presents a
natural picture.
bright full OF terror her aoft 20 catch some
sound behind She sees u.s. turns short and vanishes
listens, and looks: but not tho way the hare has gone
There Is something more coming; can trust the nner
sense of the horse TO which land no wonde the mldde
age attributed the power OF seeing ghosts and fairies I'M
palpablo TO mans Beside that hare was not
looking around her right and left but gaopng steadily.
She has been frightenedhe has been put up but what
has put her upi And there. far away among the mr.
stems rings the shrek Of startled backoird' "hat
has put MIN upi ,,-
till they ready burst and your ears are hrst snot
forward toward your nose, ana then iad back WIN
still, after fifteen winters, that you can catch foxi
The fox, too, is worth looking at:
fox It is indeed great doS-fox, as red as the mr.,
heHF Yin fTesS He is hunted fox but
The mare stands like statue; but can feel her
trembling between my knees. Positively he does not
He sits down IN the middle of ride turns ms
right aud left and then scratches one OF them
hind foot,
Beneath yon fra some hundred yards away. standeth
rather eth, for it is dead fiat ground the famous
castle OF Mslepartus, which behed the base murder OF
Lampe the hare and many seey sonl beside.
know 1t well patch of sand-heaps mingled with great
holes amid the twlnng brroots anclent nome oI inc
safe and strong, ReDecke where he hopes TO be
snug among the labyriuthine windngs and nnumerabe
covert-way, and donjon keep Fun blown IN selfsatis
faction he trOs, lifting his toes decatey aud carving
his brush aoit, as full OF cunning ana concert as ta
worldamOus ancestor OF his whose deeds Of unchiyay
the delight II not tho model of knight and kaiser
LADY and hurgher, IN the Middle age. -, ,,,...
Suddenly he halts at the great gate OF Malepartus
examines II with bis nose goes on to p0stern eX-
l perceive afar, projecting from every caves mouth
the red and green end 81 new nT-fassot an zen
ecke! fallen Is thy concert ana faleh my ta lheIe%n
Thou hast foes to deal with than Brn the Dear
or sesm tho w or any op one pne ha
been beforehand with thee aud the earhs are stopped
One moment he sits down 10 mediate and scratches
those rusty counseors his ears as II ne Wouu 'g"l
them Off, revolving swift thoughts IN a crafty mlud
He has settled Il now. He Is up and Oh-and AT What
pace Out of the way, Fauns and Hamadryads # any
be left IN the forest What q pace! And WIN WAat
grace beside!
Oh Reinecke beautiful thou art, OF surety, in spite
Of thy great nsughuess. Art thou some fallen spirit
doomed to be hunted for thy sins IN thls me- anu III
future life rewarded Tor thy swiness and grace
and cunning by being made very messenger oil me
mmOrtals Who knowsf Not l.
But the fox.hound caps the climax:
The old savage ideal of beauty the lion, type OF
massive force. That was succeeded by an over.
civilized ideal say the faWn type OF ueicate grace Dy
cunning breeding and choosing through long CENTURIES
has combined both and has created the foxhound
lion and fawn IN Just he might create noble hu
man beings did he take half much trouble about poll
tics lin true old Of the world as he does about
fowls. Look at that old hound, who stands doubtful
looking up his master for advice Look at the sever
iy delcaoy. hghtness OF every curve His head inner
than deers his hiud legs tense steel springs; ms
Oreegs straight as arrows: and yet the depth OF
chest sweep Of Oin the breadth Of paw the mass
of arm and thigh and il you have eye for FORM look
AZ the absolute majesty Of his attitude at this moment
Majesty the only word for IT, II he were six feet high
earth could you compare Is st not to such
thing alvel II is TO me, at least. should Ike 10
statue or Picture and when MT Morre gave (is they
saw two hundred guueas for Hercules alone believe
the dog well worth the money, only 10 look at But
am minute philosopher.
We cannot follow our cheerful Canon in his ex-
cursions from Ocean TO Sea-" and through the
country of North Devon although one could
easily be far worse employed than in lingering over
his agreeable pages. Crotchety as he may be in bis
prejudices, wrong-headed in his views Of history,
and perverse in his political theories, the moment he
touches his mother earth, he RECEIVERS the qualities
Of man. and becomes a genial, gracious, and
attractive companion. Surrounded with the odors
of the forest and the sound of running waters, his
heart grows alive to the finer instincts of humanity
and the priest of Nature takes the place of the slave
of convention.