Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-04-25
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seo.otS appreciate now gr9aS 1o tue 8uk1 between our human thoughts and fsel- ings thoughts more than feelings those of the lower animals. One hears eommonplaces of the possibility of m extra sense, and so on. often enough, but the entire difference of mental basis that must exist between uB and the cats, dogs and horses which we fancy we understand, seems hardly ever to be conceived. Tn one direction allani- mals are alilze-all dread death and physical injury. all eagerly seek and accept suitable food. all have in their earlier years that tendency to rehearse the serious business of after life which we call play.
 These common needs and inclinations furnish . mental substratum, 8 lingua franca, that roughly all may compre- bend. but into it's crude. almost form less communications what an infinite amount of ourselves we are inclined to read in. without further justification.
 The lion in the menagerie sprawls, with his green-grey eyes staring out, it seems, into the infinite. Splendid fellow" we say; noble creaturei He is thinking of the blue mountains that bounded his desert world" About as much, dear poetess, as you, when you have that look upon your face, are thinking of the summation of infinite series of katabolic metaboly.
 Let us first analyze little the ele- ments in the picture of the universe painted on our own minds. It is har- mony in space and time. You think of Q thing as a form having a position in what you call space, and changing as the minutes, hours and days slip by. The human world is a world of pict- ures; our memories are sight images that we raise from the sleep in our brains for 8 little while. We seem to live at the back of our eyes. The human world is visible universe par excellence.
 But since the days of Bishop Berkeley we have come to perceive more and more distinctly that the eye sees so clearly, not by its own virtue, but as the result of the education afforded it by our hands. At first the world of the child must be a fiat confusion of shapes, which it learns to interpret by the movement of it's hands over the forms it sees The vision is at first without depth, without relief, without model ing, or atmosphere. Prof Preyer's ht- tie boy, many months old, tried to snatch the lamp in 8 railway carriage several feet beyond arms length.
 Those born blind who at later age have been restored to their sight by medical skill, and who consequently have not learned to connect sight and touch impressions, fancied all the things they saw touched their eyes. Indeed it is one of the elementary teachings of psychology that our perception of space in our vision of the world comes to us through our fingers.
 And the lion has no fingers. Neither do the cat, the dog, and the horse pos possess these necessary media to a nice discrimination of shapes and position. The horse. with it's digits imprisoned in a horny hoof, is in 8 particularly bad case. It is impossible to believe that the painting on the eye of these creat- ures is interpreted by them with any thing like the delicacy or truth that we can attribute to what we see. More over, a certain yellow spot of distinct vision" common to us and the apes is absent from their eyes.
 The horse frequently seems to use his eyes independently of each other, un- doubtedly the majority of animals do so; how then can we imagine in their case, for a moment, such a single plot ure of q world as we in our waking moments look out upon? A few simple experiments with cat will convince anyone that she cannot distir rguish a hand, with empty fingers, held toward her from one containing any not too odoriferous edible. A bull makes no distinction between the display of a red pocket handkerchief and the she'd ding of blood ~"~
 And while the animal may not, and in all probability does not, refer it's world to a spaced picture and think in visible images as we do, there iS no doubt that in other respects it's sensa- tons may have Q definition of mental value qtiite unknown to the equivalent sense in ourselves. We may "carry faces to the heavens and stalk about the temporary lords of the world. but for all that our noses are poor things. The human nose is an apologetic pimple compared with the magnificent organ of the horse or dog. Our sense of smell is, when contrasted with our sight and hearing, singularly undis' eliminating. We can arrange sounds into series; we know B is between and F; we appreciate octaVes ana mar monies. Similarly we can put the colors into order, decide upon the amount oi blue in purple and get almost to emo ton at the sight of white star in the blue of the summer twilight, or ot the amber sunlight glinting between the blades of grass.
 But this serial arrangement, this sort ing and selective choice, is entirely bc | yond our rudimentary sense of smell To us the idea of the scent of the violet being rich harmony or the suggestion that the frying of onions is a discord ol that patchouli and the new-mown hay are pleasant things in different times and keys sounds utter nonsense. Oul noses are entirely too dull to effect the analysis necessary before scents can bC distinguished as complex and sorted and recombined so as to be made ar | aaSfhafic r1eaSura