Rensselaer Republican, Volume 17, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 March 1885 — My Dog. [ARTICLE]

My Dog.

We two are together in the study, my dog and I. Outside a fearful storm is raging. The dog sits before me, and gazes straight into my eyes. I also gaze into his eyes. He seems as if he must say something to me. He is dumb, has no language, no ideas of his own. Still I understand him. I understand that the same feeling exists in him as in myself; that there is no distinction between us. We are homogeneous; the same flickering little flame glows and shines in each of us. Death draws near, one single tonch of his cold, mighty wing. And that is the end ! Who can discern, then, what special flame glows in both of us? No! It was not merely a man and an aniihal gazing mutually at each other. They were not two pair of eyes, belonging to equal beings, that criticised each other. And in each of these pair of eyes one existence anxiously humbled itself before another that was its equal. —Choice Literature.