Of what shall we be proud of if we are not proud of our friends?

If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.

The friendly cow, all red and white, I love with all my heart; She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple-tart.

But even if we take matrimony at its lowest, even if we regard it as no more than a sort of friendship recognized by the police, there must be degrees in the freedom and sympathy realized, and some principle to guide simple folk in their selection.

Make the most of the best and the least of the worst.

It is just this rage for consideration that has betrayed the dog into his satellite position as the friend of man. The cat, an animal of franker appetites, preserves his independence. But the dog, with one eye ever on the audience, has been wheedled into slavery, and praised and patted into the renunciation of his nature. Once he ceased hunting and became man's plate-licker, the Rubicon was crossed. Thenceforth he was a gentleman of leisure; and except the few whom we keep working, the whole race grew more and more self-conscious, mannered and affected.

Jealousy is the most radical primeval and naked form of admiration in war paint, so to speak.