6 1 i 11 yliHI J iniiMHHBI 11 ti ^illiiH n n I'u Iii:iiliii .!>-■:<:; !.r.;e CC.loY. VA'i it's* r-a ',«.^:'i;!:u ilililiilHili iiiitililiiili illii liiiitu iiiiili iiiiiiliiii Class __^^G£4Se/ Book ^ S c^ S'A ^ Copyright N^.'_ /?// COPYRIGHT deposit: ALONG LIFE'S PATHWAY ALONG LIFE'S PATHWAY A poem in four Cantos with Recreations Many portraits and illustrations Original Edition Net, postpaid, $2.00 Flora Trueblood Bennett Neff LoGANSPORT, Indiana FLORA TRUEBLOOD BENNETT NEFF Logansport, Indiana ALONG LIFE'S PATHWAY A POEM IN FOUR CANTOS WITH RECREATIONS BY FLORA TRUEBLOOD BENNETT NEFF ILLUSTRATED BY SAMILLA LOVE JAMESON PRIVATELY PRINTED LOGANSPORT, INDIANA 1911 T'D C„ ■iS2.1 •v ^ h^ Copyrighted, 1911 FLORA TRUEBLOOD BENNETT NEFF mi]e p«WisIicr0' Press ©GU292liia DEDICATION TO THOSE WHO WOULD DESTROY CRUELTY THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED The demon of intemperance ever seems to have delighted in sucking- the blood of genius and of generosity. — Abraham Lincoln. A FORGOTTEN TEXT And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bear- ing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. — Genesis 1:29. In early times people were obliged to kill animals in self defense and for bodily sustenance, but now that nuts and vegetable oils are so abundant and so universally distributed, may we not tend toward that higher civilization which almost wholly abolishes the shedding of innocent blood ? Would it not represent the glorious era of man's "dominion over every living thing that moveth upon the earth?" 13 STRAY THOUGHTS He who endorses but one line of progress deserves to be called "crank;" he who promotes many, a philanthropist. Every thought, word, or deed, destined to make the gen- erations more kind, merits a page in modern scriptures. The world will become better when we limit the birthrate of children and dumb animals to that degree where all can be cared for humanely. Pioneer Rome was doubtless as pure in morals as early America, but the history of congested population has ever been that of avarice, crime and suffering. No miracle can change our tendencies or conditions, noth- ing save practical common sense. 14 CONTENTS Page Recreation — A Croon 20 Canto First — Aunt Jane Moorland 21 1. Narrative 21 (a) Colloquy 26 2. Application 38 Recreation — Lullaby 45 Canto Second — Ways of Cruelty 49 Recreation — Bird Song 92 Canto Third— The Tiger-Cat 93 1 . Appeal 103 Recreation — My Love 118 Canto Fourth — Conclusion 119 1. Address 119 2. Query 125 3. Prophesy 140 15 ILLUSTRATIONS No. Page 1. Flora Trueblood Bennett Neff. Frontispiece . . . -- 8 2. Recreation — A Croon 20 3. "Sitting, knitting, wrapt in silence" 24 4. " 'John/ she said^ when he awakened" 27 5. Count Lyoff Nikolaivich Tolstoi 31 6. "Through neglect of Cattle Kings" 36 7. A Heavy Load 39 8. "Edifices cold and silent" 42 9. Recreation — Lullaby 45 1 0. "That steel-trap" 48 1 1. "With a promise to his Johnny" 51 12. "Anchored on a twig of willow" 54 13. "Shorn from off the heron's crest" 57 14. Richard ("Humanity") Martin 61 15. Cruelties to Poultry 64 16. George Thorndyke Angell 66 17. "The check-rein" 67 18. "Wonder why the Lord is slow" 69 19. "Drunkard's horse" 71 20. Docking 73 21. Columbia 75 22. "Marvel not that little Mary Gets her angel wings so quick" 77 23. Cattle Car 79 24. Saying Grace 80 16 ILLUSTRATIONS Page 25. Branders 81 26. The Vivisector's Dream 83 27. War at Sea 88 28. Recreation — Bird Song 92 29. "Just beneath the mother's smile" 94 30. "Tiger-Cat in tiger-fury" 96 31. "Pays the penalty of murder" 99 32. "Searching in their prayers and penance" 101 33. Baby's First Lesson in the Crime of Cruelty 103 34. Frances E. Willard 105 35. General Neal Dow 109 36. The Christ of the Andes 114 37. Recreation — My Love 118 38. Dr. Wilham Olin Stillman 123 39. "The dear frog who blinks at you" 126 40. "Who will be our Telemachus, Midst the Romans of today?" 129 41. "Starving Puss" 132 42. Henry Bergh 133 43. Clara Barton 137 44. Susan B. Anthony 141 45. Allegory — The Sun-Rise of Peace 146 17 W})er)C0i55 E)ut)0)/ ^oe<5 tercel eep, * 5 2 #~~y # — y # — # t$^ — ^ J c51)e lisitelbtbe picec^t tin^s/Boui ber- \)ar>hoxf)e hod^. ^m Nf f rrH c/ ip M0.5.50P), # ^ i £ § 3 -^ -& J Fer de pi^^al) wot hip cli?))K Lah er ccDp er bo«5.&op). Along Life's Pathway CANTO FIRST AUNT JANE MOORLAND NARRATIVE Aunt Jane Moorland's life was nearing Sunset, o'er the Vale of Time, Tipped the hills with wondrous glory. Touched her soul with thoughts sublime. Seventy years had kissed her forehead, And her silken silver hair Lay in crinkles o'er the wrinkles Of that brow so pure and fair. And she sat one winter's evening. By a table small and trim. Knitting such a dainty stocking. Weaving finer thoughts within; Brave Old Lion, just beside her, Fiercest dog of all in fight, Lamb-like slumbered on the corner Of her lengthy apron white. 22] Along Life's Pathway Thomas Kitten, right before her, Eyes so tight he could not peep. None would dream that cruel splinters Lurked within those velvet feet; Nephew Robin, in the cradle. Who had come with tearful eye, Tiny scratch upon his finger. Just to hear her lidlaby. Uncle John, that sturdy farmer. Famous all the country round For the sleekest, finest cattle. Biggest hogs and richest ground, Snoozing snugly by the fireside. Paper fallen on the floor. Head half bended, mouth extended. Breathing almost in a snore. Too many well-acquainted^ idle women in a boarding house sometimes peril its reputation. Full female franchise would tend to counteraction. 'Sitting, knitting, wrapt in silence' Aloncj Life's Pathzcai/ [25 Raging winds outside were howling, Giant trees caught the refrain, Every twig bowed low and struggled, JNIoaning as in dreadful pain; While within the embers glowing, Quite a cheerful contrast bore, Each blaze vying with its brother To outrival those before. Thus, Aunt Jane, in gown old-fashioned. Snowy cap, so plain and neat, Sitting, knitting, wrapt in silence, jNIade a picture most complete. She w^as happy in the knowledge That their stock of every kind And they, too, were safely sheltered From the chilling wintry wind; Do not ride behind a docked horse and tell the driver why. Noise and fire-crackers are poor exponents of real patriotism. 26] Along Life's Pathtc a If But she thought of all the starving And the freezing, everywhere, While so many others prospered Like themselves with much to spare; And she felt that none too quickly, They, the fortunate, should seek To arouse and rally forces Of the strong to help the weak. COLLOQUY "John," she said, when he awakened, "Do you really not suppose That the Lord would like to have us Share our corn and wheat with those Wretched miners, in our own state. Where their hungry children cry And where those who call for succor. Must unaided starve and die?" A day will come when a cannon will be pointed out in a mu- seum, as an instrument of torture is shown there today, with astonishment that such a thing could ever have existed. — Victor Hugo. " 'John,' she said, when he awakened' Along Life's Pathxcay [29 "Jane, my dear, you should not borrow Trouble, when the Lord so kind Has provided fer our comfort; Trust all to His gracious mind. If them miners He would punish. Sinners everyone no doubt. It is right, Jane, fer you know that God's ways air past finding out." "Nay, but John, the Good Book tells us. And experience makes it plain. That the rain falls on the just ones And the unjust, just the same. If by chance our crops are favored. Is it right that you and I Gorge and glutton while our brothers From the cruel famine die?" If 3^ou must kill them, do it without cruelty. Every animal has a right to justice and protection at the hands of man. — Ani- mal World. 30] Along Life's Pathway "Pshaw! dear Jane, if God Almighty Does not want to prosper such, It is nothin' to us people. As I see, not very much. We air not supposed to meddle Only with our own, 'tis plain; Famine, war and crime air judgments, And we air not in 'em, Jane!" "If the Lord desires to punish Those now starving for some sin, Are you not afraid that sometime He, dear John, will count us in? What if He, too, should be testing Our own selfish hearts the while, Just to see if in the future We be worthy of His smile?" Never use a check-rein, unless so long that the horse can have free use of his head when going up hill. COUNT LYOFF NIKOLAIVICH TOLSTOI A rich noblevuin -who dared to be a brother to the loxcest Peasant. Tyranny dares much in that land of immense silence (Russia), but tyranny itself is abashed before the isolated nobility of Count Leo Tolstoi." — T. P. O'Connor. Along Life's Pathway [33 "I caint see, to save my life, Jane, Why the Lord should chasten us, Fer not sharin' with them paupers Thet air raisin' such a fuss ; What is mine is all my own, Jane, Though I fear we caint agree, 'Tis my plan to bother no one — No one then should bother me!" "So you thought, John, when our neighbor Beat his horse until I cried, That you had no right to meddle. Though the blood coursed down its side; And I fear his poor wife suffers Like the horse ; would you, my dear. See him strike that poor, frail woman And not try to interfere?" Do not carry your surplus stock of cats to the country or your neighbor. Better learn to chloroform them humanely. 34] Along Life's Pathzeay "Ho! ho! Jane, you're so peculiar, Air not thet man's horse and wife Both his own? Didn't she promise To 'obey' him all her life? Didn't I see him pay the money Fer thet crazy balkin' mare? Seems to me, dear Jane, you're talkin' Most tremendous, awful queer!" "John, the noble Ruskin tells us He who is not actively Kind is certainly most guilty Of the crime of Cruelty. He who sees the hand uplifted And not try to stay the knife. When 'tis in his power to do so, He is guilty of that life." He who is not actively kind is cruel. — John Ruskin. &0 i=l c3 &C O u -a H Along Life's Pathway [37 "If we see a poor wife beaten By that worse than coward, knave, She calls 'husband,' we are sinful If we hasten not to save. If we find neglected children And not strive to rescue them, Or an animal mistreated. We are worthy of much blame." Thus they argued for a long time, 'Bout the cattle on the plains And the thousands, freezing, dying. Through neglect of Cattle Kings; Talked about the plague in India, People dying, people dead, Until Uncle John proposed they "Offer prayer' and go to bed. A king, and yet no royal blood is in his veins ! A self-made monarch, and his subjects only the lowing herds in the far off west; his kingdom the frozen plains where his cattle are dying, for 'tis cheaper to lose half his herds than to feed and protect the whole. — George T. Angell. 38] Along Life's Pathway APPLICATION Uncle Johns, dear friends, are many. Those who pray but seldom care If a weaker brother perish, If a fainter heart despair; Righteous people, all unmindful That on us rests a command: "Clothe" the poor and "feed" the hungry, Strive with voice and heart and hand To uplift the crushed and fallen. The defenseless and oppressed; To be kind in bravely daring Every cruelty to arrest. Our neglect of humane duties, Of the things we surely know, Is the greatest cause of cruelty. Is the chiefest cause of woe. Rover tells no tales, betrays no trust, asks no troublesome questions, is always ready for a bit of fun, loves and worships you and believes you God. Rover should live on a farm. Along Life's Pathzcay [39 And it's just the simple reason Why the angry driver goads Ceaselessly his beast of burden Which he shamefully o'er loads ; Why all butchers are not human And humane enough to slay All their victims in the quickest, Surest and most painless way; Why the curse of Rum hangs o'er us, Like a serpent poised mid-air. Sending forth its vilest poison On the innocent and fair; Why the air of starving Russia Must, for many years to come. Steeped with pestilential fevers, Scorch the lip, the cheek, the tongue A Heavy Load 40] Along Life's Pathway Of the man}^ many thousands, Wretched, hopeless, weak, forlorn, Victims of those dread diseases Of the cruel conflict horn. We are dreaming, idly dreaming, Through this world of hunger, sin. Dreaming, dreaming, till misfortune Calls us back to earth again. Oh, the suffering all around us. Quivering nerves and hearts that break! Even the angels are disgusted With the flimsy prayers we make; For the peoples' spires and steeples Glitter from the turrets high, Piercing e'en the dome of Heaven, Deaf and dead to many a cry; Forty-eight kinds of animals are mentioned in the Bible; sixty-seven kinds of birds ; about ten kinds of fishes ; twenty-one kinds of reptiles; and seventeen kinds of insects. /. ./ "Edifices cold and silent' Along Life's Pathway [43 Edifices cold and silent, People calmly reconciled, Cruelty goes on unheeded Save by now and then some child. Or perhaps an Aunt Jane Moorland, A^^ho, from high and noble aim, Braves the storm of public censure In the street, to plead in vain With some burly, brutal master, Trying thus to stay the lash. Only to receive his curses For an act so bold and rash! Even a kindly disposed child must suffer from the monster Ridicule because our paper-doll society mothers fail to teach Mercy. Would that the cries of all the crushed and bleeding forms, now under the scourge of our licensed saloon, might sound as a reveille into the ears of slothful Indifference. 44] Along Life's Pathway Blest be that woman who lives above what unjust women may say of her. Some parents expect the teacher to make great successes out of their miserable failures. Boys: — American girls are increasing in stature, while you are growing shorter. Will you permit this, or will you mend your ways? Our public schools need more "deep-breathing" and less smattering of music, drawing and household economics. Children cannot learn everything. Teach the children industry and economy early in life. Responsibility strengthens character. Girls should learn house work, but girls need outdoor air and exercise as well as boys. As we believe in Mercj^ so we believe in recrea- tion, music and dancing, books, society, travel, the- ater, — cards, chess and other games, all under the parental eye and in moderation. Relaxation con- tributes to longevity. OJlwIRale/jQchF\o5e'\ou& de f^^^^^'^^^^\]:M'[i> i' OOawnoy. Ver eyes 5o[o^e ter 5lee|i. v^ y- I tt J i wi:c[ peep. l^K hahy ^ ate^n fc^ ^ K ^ ^^ » ^^=^ R. 'J> ^wiohlefoo) ^ cooix)] In et> ole &)i35y n)^pi i £ ^ r li l> Plf ^ ^ Qwgy, c p' puraey fipda it terry pite a wcE)i»), 46] Along Life's Pathxvay O my little Jack Rose! Now what d'ye tink I 'spose About dis pickanny Wen I see dem squirmy toes? W'y, I tink dat 'lasses fine, But dey aint compar' wid mine, A little, blinkum, 'possum rose o' Mammy. O my little Jack Rose! Wen de sweet magnoly blows An' de bees is all a drowsin' Frum de honey dey explose, Wy, you Daddy loves his res' An' he knows his mountain nes' — He's comin' home ter baby an' ter Mammy. 'That Steel Trap" CANTO SECOND WAYS OF CRUELTY Cruelty is myriad-headed And its ugly forms arise All around, above, beneath you — There the hideous monster lies! See the naturalist, whose knowledge Is so great and wide and high, Pinion fast the living spider, Hapless bee, or butterfly! See that steel-trap, like a demon, Spectral teeth, seductive breath, Holding victims in its clutches For that other spectre, Death ! See a creature's limb so swollen That from sheer excess of pain It frees itself by gnawing The imprisoned limb in twain! We may have a gay time in this world if we shut our eyes to Cruelty, but the closing of such accounts cannot be entirely sat- isfactory. After all, it is the philanthropist who truly lives. 50] Along Life's Pathway See the angler, seeking pleasure In the wriggle and the squirm Of that humble little creature God hath pleased to call a worm! Seldom thinks he wife and children Need a ramble 'mid wild flowers, Or the sweet refining lessons That are taught in nature's bowers. With a promise to his Johnny: "When you're older, sure, someday, You may join me in this great sport," Hies he to the woods away. Not for special good, but pleasure. Pleasure, and at what a cost! Killing for the sport of killing. Savagery, we ne'er have lost. I would not enter on my list of friends, Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility, the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. — William Cowper. 'With a promise to his Jolmny" Aloncf Life's Patlnc ay [53 See those fish, through hunger tempted By the worm upon the hook, Anchored on a twig of willow In some pool beside the brook! 'Twere a mercy now to slay them. Yet that mercy cannot come Till the shadows of the evening Woo the angler to his home. Prattling children, waiting, watching, For that great long line of his, See the string of fish and wonder What a great (?) man "papa" is! All the fish not dead but dying. Half of them perhaps are tossed. Gasping, bleeding, suffocating. On the ground and so are lost! A man who refuses to vote has no right to a country. When the life of one of our fellows is at stake a butcher is not permitted to sit upon the jury, because killing animals hardeneth the heart. 54] Along Life's Pathway i?«c?''''"''^;>>' Anchored on a twiff of willow" The fad of hunting and fishing, next to the saloon, is perhaps the greatest of all loafer incubators. Jealousy is rare, but Envy loves to wear her mask. When we cross the dark river, we hope to hear the birds sing, have a purring kitten upon either shoulder, find the babies and the aged comfortable and all good boys and girls working at kindness. Aloncj Life's Pathway [55 See the heartless hunter flashing, Ruthlessly his deadly toy, Midst the warbles of our forests, Seeking only to destroy! And these poor birds are strung On wires and hung. By those who torture and tear them, Or placed in cold ovens And heated till breath Is lost in a tedious, torturous death. That we as Christians may wear them ! Care for the birds in cages. A FORGOTTEN TEXT Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? — Luke 12-6. The white heron is most beautiful at nesting time and 'tis easy for the sportsman to shoot her because she hovers over the nest. He tears the aigrettes from her poor bleeding body and leaves her on the ground, her little ones to starve in the nest. 56] Along Life's Pathway See the sad, sad, withered corpses Of the oriole, red-bird, wren! Do our ladies know of orj)hans, Or the suffering of the slain? Do they know the airy aigrette, Shorn from off the heron's crest, God only gives to mother birds While yet they are on the nest? That while above her precious babes She hovers in maternal fear. She bares her own poor tender breast, A target for a monster near? Dear maiden, let thy kindly heart Forsake this mode of cruelty. Oh, may the ostrich plume suffice To satisfy thy vanity! It is no credit to men that women are learning the drink habit. ^'^^ "Shorn from off the heron's crest" Along Life's Pathicay [^9 We have our snowy cotton fields And famous cashmere goat; The pretty sheep is wilHng To share her soft warm coat, But fashion claims the mother seal, Within the polar zone. And twenty thousand baby seals Each year are starved alone! Do you know the seal is human-like. Affectionate and dear, Caressing e'en the hand that strikes. Shedding the briny tear? So tender toward her offspring! O ladies, tell me, pray. Why covet so much mother-life, Such mother-lives as they? I saw in the eyes of the animals the human soul look out upon me. Come nigh, little bird, with your half stretched quivering wings — within you I behold choirs of angels, and the Lord him- self in vista. — Toxoards Democracy. 60] Along Life's Pathway Do you know that Baby-Lamb records A crime so deep and fell, No brush can paint, or time erase, Or any language tell? More mother parents sacrificed. Opened while yet alive, The lambkin taken from her. And still she must survive! And in Mercy's name, dear ladies. Cannot some of us contrive To prepare a lobster salad Without boiling them alive? Can't we have Thanksgiving dinner, Christmas banquet. New Year's tea. Any more except we enter In the crime of Cruelty? Baby-Lamb, Baby-Seal and Baby-Calf are taken from the mother's womb and skinned alive. Women, protected by plain faces, too often lionize the tra- ducer of a beautiful sister. 1 1 ^ fl ^1 k r ^' Pf r' /| RICHARD ("HUMANITY") MARTIN Galway, Ireland Born in Dublin, February, ITo^; died in Boulogne, January 6, 1834. Father of the world-wide anti-cruelty movement for the humane protection of animals. Along Life's Pathway [63 See the poultry dealers, roughly, Though the very bones may crack. Lock the wings of baby chickens Painfully across the back! See the righteous, even, in buying. Use so oft that cruel test Of the age of living poultry. By the bruising of the breast ! See them tossed by Christian (?) housewives, On the ground, bruised, broken, tied. Hours perhaps before the slaughter. Just as if no Christ had died ! See them hanging at the shipper's. Helpless, pleading, day by day. Life-blood slipping, oozing, dripping. Ebbing, drop by drop, away. Oftimes the wings are broken by this cruelty. Try having A^our arms locked behind you, say from New York to Chicago. Till each poor bird, weaker, fainter. Whiter grows and feebly tries For the last time to implore you, Blinded, sickened, slowly dies! Can't prevent it? O dear readers, Can't eradicate such crime? Women, women, >can prevent it And be ladies every time. o U GEORGE THORNDIKE ANGELL More than two thousand of Boston's work horses wore black satin rosettes and streamers on the day of his funeral. "Few men have left a worthier record." — Ex-Governor John D. Long. Along Life's Patlncay [67 "The Check Rein" See our patient horses, tortured With tight check-rein and close Winds, Adding neither grace nor beauty, But disease of many kinds! We welcome the automobile as an excellent humane agency, preventing birth and torture of horse-flesh. 68] Along Life's Pathway Loosen the check-rein, master, See how your poor horse tries To free himself from the cruel strain; He tosses his head because of pain And pleads with his beautiful eyes! Loosen the check-rein, master, If only a moment you stay To chat and gossip with friends in town. • Heed the sad pleading of eyes so brown And give the tired neck full sway. Loosen the check-rein, master, Ah, see what a pleasure you bring! Old Dobbin is weary of check-rein and style, Let him stretch his poor neck as he chooses awhile. As free as a bird on the wing. The Dumb Animal kingdom is God's, therefore to us there is nothing vulgar within its realm. False modesty sometimes prevents rescue work, where otherwise suffering creatures might be made glad. "Wonder why the Lord is slow" 69 70] Along Life's Pathway See the horses 'round the churches, Shiv'ring in the sleet and snow, While the people, praying, wrestling. Wonder why the Lord is slow; "And saloons," did some one whisper? Yes, the drunkard's horse must freeze; Do you not aspire, dear Christians, To be nobler far than these? We have no riglit to torture any living thing with the idea that other living things will be benefited thereby. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox. No power beneath the sky can make an ignorant, wasteful and idle people prosperous, or a licentious people happy. — Fred- erick Douglass. Along Life's Patlrccai/ [71 "Drunkard's Horse" If all would lend a helping hand, mirth and gladness might be multiplied many times and be more equally distributed. 72] Along Life's Pathway God demands in our confession — Have we answered him aright ? Cain, where is thy speechless brother? Is he housed and fed tonight? See the shocking cruel docking, Mutilation and disguise, Thus destroying all protection 'Gainst the stinging of the flies! He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge. A man, niggardly towards his wife, usually converts her either into a jelly-fish or stoic, and a tyrannous woman has a like in- fluence upon her husband. Alonq Life's Patlnccni 73 Dockinff VULGAR AND CRIMINAL A theft for which one can never make amends ; a vulgarity all refined people should denounce ; a crime against helplessness and an insult to God ! 74] Along Life's Pathxv ay Imitating snobbish customs, Aping Darwin's missing link! See her! Who is that approaching? Our Cohimbia, I think. See! she scorns the proffered greeting, Hear her: "Oh, begone! Away!" See her lovely head averted! Is she not a jewel, say? Would that every noble vision Were so quickened as to see That the dock-tailed horse was fashioned Bv the Prince of Snobbery! Revolutionize tlirough the ballot box. — Abraham Lincoln. O Liberty, how many crimes are committed in thy name !- Madame Roland (nee Marie Jeanne Philipon). Along Life's PatJnvai/ [75 Columbia 76] Alojif/ Life's Pathway See the farmer now, dehorning! Hear the speech which soothes and charms : "Cattle are more docile." Are they? So is man without his arms. Who would be the fiend incarnate To cut out the human tongue? Would it not prevent much gossip If 'twere done when very young? Now they're sheltered close together And much space the farmer gains, But they breathe tuberculosis! Dire consumption for his pains. Then the children drink the rich milk, Spread the golden butter thick, Marvel not that little Mary Gets her angel wings so quick! Would it not be nobler to raise hornless cattle? INlight not this represent a kindlier part of man's "dominion" over the brute creation? How boundless are thy ways, O Mercy, if we but love and study thee ! 'Marvel not that little ]\Iai-y Gets her angel wings so quick. Along Life's Pathicay [79 See the prodding and the josthng Of the stock upon the train! See them hunger, thirst and smother, See them chafe and fret in vain, Till their mouths are parched and purple. And their tongues loll out in pain. And their eyes are fairly bursting From a fever-maddened brain! Cattle Car 80] Aloiif/ Life's PatJncay Then we bend above our tables, Grateful for abundant food, Blind and deaf and dead to duty, Thankful yet for every good, And we ask the gracious Master "Bless and sanctify this meat," Which is only fit for buzzards And for crawling worms to eat! Saying Grace Eminent physicians declare that meat eating produces rheu- matism, cancer and consumption. Aloncf Life's Pothicai/ [81 See the slirinking and the flinching Of our cattle, horses, sheep, As tlie hranders bin-y hot irons In their quivering flesh so deep! Burning incense to the Devil, But the smoke ascends on high To that Father who yet heareth E'en the suffering raven's cry! Branders Branders become hardened and are not particular as to the depth or care of the wounds they inflict. Sometimes the mother cow sheds tears and mourns for weeks over the loss of her baby. 82] Along Life's Pathway Hear the moaning and the groaning Of the cows within the pen, As they see their young calves bleeding Yield unto the knife again! Hear the champing and the stamping And the bleating of the ewes, As the butcher binds their offspring And across his wagon throws! See the cruel vivisector Rend the flesh and burn the eyes, Murdering in the name of science, Gloating while his victim writhes! Pity? Say, does brutal savage Weep at scenes of suffering? gore? Barbarous instinct cultivated Only grieves when such is o'er! The "roping" of cattle upon the plains is to our country what bull-fights are to cruel Spain and Mexico. The Vivisector's Dream Along Life's Pathzcai/ [85 In a great French laboratory Seven living horses lay, Eyeless, earless, tailless, hoofless, Sweating drops of agony, Forty hours! While great physicians, Skillful in their fiendish art. Froze and roasted, cut and tore them, Plucked out nerves and bared the heart! Fifty hours! Then all the subjects Had expired, save one, whose breath Told in hard convulsive gaspings Of the final hour of death; Then amid exultant laughter, Just to show their wreck complete, This poor suffering beast was hoisted, Dying, on its bleeding feet! A dog was given curare (not an anesthetic) and starved for eighteen hours. Its throat was cut open and the tube of a bellows inserted in the windpipe and artificial respiration maintained. Its stomach was cut open and a tube inserted into the bile-duct; this lasted half an hour. In this condition it was kept tightly bound to a board for eight hours, the stomach repeatedly opened and substances injected into the bowels. — Dr. Rutherford (Min- utes of Roi/ol Commission). Prom "Personal Experiences" of Philip G. Peabody, A.M., LL.B., President of The New England Anti-Vivisection Society. When all of our temperance talk is crystallized into National Prohibition ballots, a speedy dissolu- tion of the rum power will be assured. Let us hope we are nearing a time when women shall discard their fashion deities, when they shall realize their inherent rights to say and do things prac- tical, to be of real worth in this big world and to have a voice in the protection of the home. Harh ! 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CANTO THIRD THE TIGER CAT Cruelty is often stealthy With a purring tiger-tread, Tiger-ears and tiger-cunning, Tiger-eyes and tiger-head. And it gambols like a kitten Just beneath the mother's smile, With the children 'round the threshold. Stealing in their hearts the while! After Reconstruction, the next great question will be the over- throw of the Liquor Traffic. — Abraham Lincoln to Mr. J. B. Mer- win, April 14, 1865, the morning before his assassination. 93 fcj) H Along Life's Pathrcay [97 Suddenly this tiger-kitten Tears its mask and bursts its screen, Tiger-Cat in tiger fury, And a brother's corpse is seen! Then a maddened people clamor "Hang him!" and the living son Pays the penalty of murder. While the Tiger-Cat looks on! Many an aged parent languishes in the alms house today be- cause his children were not taught kindness and mercy to all living creatures. Dear Christ, why do we continue to gossip about Thy myste- rious birth, when our earth, so full of pain and sorrow, cries unto us for succor? Hadst Thou been the scribe, we doubt not there would have been less room for creed and more for mercv. 98] Along Life's Pathway And a mother's heart is broken, And a father's hps are dumb, All because they gave a welcome To this Tiger in their home. Little dreamed they that the hunting. Watching calves and lambkins slain, Fishing, just for cruel pleasure, E'er could bring such dreadful i)iiin; But the tiger-kitten, growing. Found its hunger hard to fill. Deemed a human life more toothsome! And it bent its mighty will. Now the parents sit in darkness. Wondering whence and where the foe. Searching in their prayers and penance For the cause of all their woe, While the Tiger-Cat sits grinning, Showing deadly fang and claw, Waiting for another victim Thus to fill its hungry maw. The modern club and missionary society slay many a woman's good name after "meetin's out." Jlffit^B' IIS5 "Pays the penalty of murder !" w 5" OR •^ p ^ p Along Life's Patlncaij [103 APPEAL O arouse ye! fathers, mothers, Come and lend a helping hand; Organize securely, firmly, Drive this Tiger from our land. Baby's First Lesson in the Crime of Cruelty 1 Oi ] A long Life's Pathway There's no time for idle slumber; Life is real and if we Are forever blind to suffering, Oh, what shall our harvest be? Foster every bud of Mercy In the children, if you're wise. That they grow not heartless beings, Cruel tigers in disguise. If your daughter's petted fancy Hungers for the plumage gay Of the gold-finch or the pheasant, Tell her of the better way. Teach your sons that reckless driving Bringeth anguish to the mind, That a direful retribution Often follows on behind. In several of the states women are denied the guardianship of their own children or the wages they earn. FRANCES E. WILLARD She needs no formal beatification ; she was and is the world's sainted sister. Along Life's Patlncai/ [ 10' Let the preachers and the teachers Never count that text the least: A righteous man regardeth The life of his own beast. For the Lord of Hosts will prosper, And will call that church his own, Which most thoroughly suppresses Wanton cruelty to the dumb; Which shall tell the generations: Woman, fit to nurture souls, Fit to grace the home and fireside. Should be honored at the polls; Which shall cast a temperance ballot. Fearlessly, ungloved and free. Striking at the root of evil. Not at twigs upon the tree. Judge Ben B. Lindsay and other prominent officials from our Equal Suffrage states declare that the ballot in the hands of woman has been a civilizer. 108] Along Life's Pathway Let us be humane examples, Active, tireless, patient, true. Persevere through fire and tempest. On and on and still pursue. Let us soften cruel masters, Till their hands can strike no more, Shelter from the storms of winter. Drive the wolf beyond the door. Let us lift aloft our Red Cross, Cross of white, or blue, or gold; Let all crosses be uplifted For the hungry and the cold; Let all charities united Fling their banners high in air; Let their rainbow tints encircle Every nation, everywhere. And when we say "temperance" we mean "Prohibition." Local Option is a rubber doll wherewith to tickle the tail of the serpent. It is the buffoon, the juggler of the wily whisky poli- tician. It deceives honest people. GENERAL NEAL DOW America's Father of Prohibition Along Life's Pathxcat/ [HI Oh, let us haste to hail that time Of Peace so sweet that War's black wing Shall wither in its abject fear And shame to touch so fair a thing! That mothers' boys, so deftly reared, Of mother's presence now bereft, May come, ere Sin has laid his claim, With souls as pure as when they left. Let the sword rust in its scabbard That the Olive Branch may bloom; Let the whole world rest beneath it. Breathe its balmy, sweet perfume Till its flowers of Love and Mercy Have our selfish hearts entwined, Making every man a brother. All the nations one — combined. There is not as yet one foot of real Prohibition territory in the entire United States. When shall we be disillusioned from the fallacious doctrine of Local Option? 112] Along Life's Pathway A SONNET There's so much suffering, yes, E'en though we do our best. The great, cruel beast will torture his prey And the weakling will starve in the nest. There's so much suffering, yes. From famine, and fire and flood. And thoughtlessness and from sheer neglect. Where Form is mistaken for God. There's so much suffering, yes. Oh, miss not a chance to sow. And turn our light into every niche That a mercy flower may grow. Our presient systems of child-labor and white-slave traffic will never be remedied by a liquorized government. Why? Be- cCause such a power will not enforce true reform measures. The Christ of the Andes A long Life's Pathrcaij [115 THE CHRIST OF THE ANDES The Christ of the Andes statue was erected on the boundary hne between Chile and Argentina at the suggestion of Dr. Marcohna Benavente, Bishop of San Juan de Cuyo, Argentina, whose co-worker was Dr. Ramon Angel Jara, Bishop of San Carlos de Ancud, Chile. In 1901, on the initiative of Senora de Costa, pres- ident of the Christian Mothers' Association of Buenos Ayres, one of the largest women's organizations in the world, the women of that city began the task of securing funds. It was dedicated IMarch 13, 1904. There are two bronze tablets on the granite base. One gives the history of the creation and erection of the statue ; on the other is inscribed the words : "Sooner shall these mountains crumble into dust than Argentines and Chileans break the peace to which they have pledged themselves at the feet of Christ the Redeemer." 116] Along Life's Pathway GOSPEL OF PEACE "Give me the money spent in war and I will pur- chase every foot of land upon the globe. I will clothe every man, woman and child in an attire of which kings and queens would be proud. I will build a school house on every hillside and in every valley on the whole earth and supply those houses with com- petent teachers. I will build an academy in every town and endow each one; a college in every state and fill each one with able professors. I will crown every hill with a church, consecrated to the promulga- tion of the gospel of Peace." — Rev. Rufus P. Stebbins. Heaven speed the day when we may have tliis modern patri- otism, modern religion and modern church ! We can if we will. Along Life's Patlncay [117 Not more children, but better ones. — Mary A. Liver more. The voice ma}^ come to a woman exactly as to a man. — William Perm. A part of each life should be spent in the country. Too many young people are shunning the farm. Mothers, take care of your babies; they are more precious than circus-shows and smother}^ crowds. Only by giving the ballot to woman can the voice of the people be made the voice of God. — Emil G. Hirsch. White light includes all the prismatic colors; so the white ribbon stands for all phases of reform. — Frances E. Willard. Society owes to the horse a depth of gratitude a thousand times greater than it does to thousands of men who abuse him. — Henry Ward Beecher. No selfish, sickly, ignorant, filthy, drunken, cruel or degenerate person should own or have the custody of either babies or dogs. Both should be well bred and kept clean. (T-t CO^ l9ve : ( ifrrj l rrj l jj^il-^ ^ wofios avn O0U5IC B) C)/l-Oi^<^ is thebyeofyeoUen time, ^ blending of coiorand ^ i 5 ffg J ^5 tn X 4 * calmer in storm there is pQugbtlo. fear: , Tbi5 \b my \oy when my l^e is 01^ b. P}y Lo^e 15 rwy bark ar>d. I drift away, To isles of ^lory and cloudless day, Youlb'5 fra^rapce G!oi beauty shall live for q/^ Tbi5 \b wy bobe wben my l^e 13 pi|b. CANTO FOURTH CONCLUSION ADDRESS We have told you, friends, but little Of this monster Cruelty, How it writes with bloody fingers In the air, on land and sea. And to those who yet defend it We have only this to say : Where there is a righteous willing There is yet a righteous way. Cruelty may bring you silver; Cruelty may bring you gold; Cruelty may lead you surely Into streams of wealth untold. But your conscience will not shrive you; Justice ne'er condones a wrong; Money never whitens black deeds; Truth scorns Error's croaking song. Jesus Christ belonged to the order Essenes and they ate no flesh meat. 120] Along Life's Pathway Argue not that they are soulless, All these little birds ye slay, Nor the poor dog which lies fettered In the vivisector's tray, Nor the horses over-laden, Nor the starving kine ye see — Wiser minds than ours have argued Self-same things of you and me! If the crown of future glory Only waiteth for mankind. Is it not a greater reason He should be of noble mind, Full of kindness, love and mercy For the fish, and fowl of air. And for every living creature God entrusteth to our care? A FORGOTTEN TEXT And I saw heaven opened and behold, a white horse! — Reve- lation 19-11. More than a hundred prominent authors, including poets Byron, Tennyson, Pope and Tupper, have espoused the doctrine of immortality for the so-called "dumb" animals. Along Life's Pathway [121 Lo! the prophet sees, engraven, "Holiness" upon the bells Of the horses in that country Where the King of Glory dwells. How is this, dehorners, dockers, Think ye — on that Judgment Day — Are ye not afraid that horses Will be somewhat in the way? Shall the mild Brahmin stand in equal sin, Regarding nature's menials, with the wretch Who flays the moaning Abyssinian ox, Or roasts the living bird or flogs to death The famishing pointer? —Martin Farquhar Tupper. Never trust charity work to idlers; the}' are failures. In- dustrious people are the backbone of our commonwealth and are usually willing to shoulder an added responsibility. A FORGOTTEN TEXT In that day shall there be upon the bells of the horses, HOLINESS UNTO THE LORD. — Zecliariah, 14-20. 122] Alone/ Life's Pothzvay Is it not enough we're killing, Killing, killing every clay? Must we add unto that killing Torture, worse than beasts of prey? We were taught the roaring lion Is the great and kingly beast, But not so, we have dethroned him; From the greatest to the least. The whole creation groaneth Because our gory hands Count not one poor life precious When Cruelty commands! A FORGOTTEN TEXT They sliall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain; for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord. — Isaiah 11-9. Mothers, please instruct your children not to crowd old peo- ple off the sidewalk. DR. WILLIAM OLIN STILLMAN Albany, New York President of the American Humane Association. His note- worthy philanthropic record is too lengthy for our page. A long Life's Pathtcay [125 QUERY Shall our Twentieth Century find us Reveling in scenes of gore? Must our pleasures be as beastly As in centuries gone before? Shall ovu' science and our fashion Steel our hearts and brutalize All that's true and noble in us With their cunning and disguise? Shall our knowledge only nerve us To enjoy such Cruelty As would put to shame the savage Or the heathen o'er the sea? Must our common schools disgrace us With the vivisector's tray? Shall the children witness horrors That can never fade away? Brain ^vitll()ut heart is far more dan<>erous than heart witli- oiit brain. . . . When the Angel of Pity has been driven from the heart; when the fountain of tears is dry, the soul becomes a serpent crawling in the dust of a desert. — Robert G. Ingersoll, 126 Aloncf Life's Pathway "The dear frog who blinks at you" Children, are we kind as He Wants His followers to be? Are we doing that which brings Happiness to helpless things ? Have we courage? Dare we speak For the dumb, defenseless, weak? I believe in the equality of man; and I believe that religious duties consist in doing justice, loving mercy, and endeavoring to make our fellow creatures happy. — Thomas Paine. A long Life's Pa i h xcay [127 iNIiist they see the little field-mouse Slowly tortured, put to death, Just to demonstrate that people Cannot live without their breath? Shall the harmless pigeon suffer. When a drunkard, anywhere, Affords a temperance lesson Better far and less unfair? Teacher, did you, can you, would you Lacerate those jeweled eyes Of the dear frog who blinks at you In such confidence unwise? Dare you mutilate that body? Desecrate with cruel knife? Can't you prove by humane methods Those mysterious things of life? We are fully persuaded that vivisection in our public schools teaches four things, viz: Theft of the animals, prevarication, rudeness and cruelty. A dog's good disposition may be corrupted by his master. We would impose a heavy penalty on those who propagate the vicious canine. 128] Along Life's Pathzvay Lo! the world's a colosseum, Panoramic scene of blood, Men and beasts within the circle Rising, falling on the flood, While our Caesars in their purple. Royal lace and tinsel show. Quaff the wine of regal pleasure From the gory scenes below ! Who will leap in the arena As did one in days of old? Who will dare to face the missiles From our Caesars in their gold? Who will quell our lions, panthers, Human beasts, with helpless prey? Who will be our Telemachus, Midst the Romans of today? Telemachus, a Christian monk, descended into the Roman arena, separated the combatants and, though he thereby lost his life, conscience was awakened and his martyrdom led to an im- perial edict which ended the human sacrifice of the amphitheatre. 1 L 1 1 W r "^^^^H^H t ^^^^^H^^r '<^v* iiipPKPlf^jj^^X^^^^^ -^[^^^^^^■^^HH| <■ r ' V # Alone/ Life's Pathzcay [131 Who will be like that grand hero, Having heard the plaintive cry Of a cat, entombed and hungry. In a wall which towered high. Called nnto the master mason: — "Tear it down!" and to the ground That great marble pile was lowered Till the starving cat was found? Henry Bergh's command wrought magic; Starving Puss was saved at last. While the multitude stood speechless At the wonder, unsurpassed! That flesh-food does foster undue belligerency and animality, that it is the great promoter of alcoholic tliirst, and a prolific breeder of cancerous and otlier terrible diseases, are facts un- doubted by those who have studied the matter. — Journal of Zoo- phily. 132] Along Life's Pathway "Starving Puss" Among the noblest in the land, Though he may count himself the least, That man I honor and revere. Who, without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand The friend of every friendless beast. — Henry TVadftvorth Longfellow. "A merciful man is merciful to his beast." — Clara Barton's Favorite. Fond parent, it could be your child destined to die in the white-slave market, upon some factory tread-mill, or a victim of our government-licensed gin-mill. Will j^ou not leave off frivolity for a time and assist those who war against Cruelty ? HENRY BERGH America's Father of Mercv Alone/ Life's Pathway [135 Who again shall keep the vigil In her robes of somber hue, Watching o'er the sick and dying, Like Maria Theresa, who, True to flag and true to duty. Fearless of the blood that ran. Followed she the roaring cannon, On through China and Japan? Though twice wounded in the conflict She again braved Death and Hell, Caught the heavy grenade falling, Caught within her arms the shell, Caught it up within her strong arms. As it midst the wounded fell, And bore it far from the ambulance Ere the Demon burst his cell! The conventional mourning garb injures the health and makes conspicuous the wearer. 136] Alone/ Life's Pathway Who will be our Clara Barton? Ah, we reverence her name! Who shall have her dauntless courage? Who shall wear her crown of fame? On the angry Mississippi And Ohio's raging tide, We can see her steamboat heaving That the hungry be supplied; Thence across the rolling ocean There to breathe the fetid breath, And to cool the burning pillow In a land of scourge and death! O'er the world her Mercy sceptre In the splendor of its sheen. From the meanest, lowest hovel. As a Star of Hope is seen. Let our funeral sermon be a Mercy sermon, speaking for those who cannot speak for themselves ; a Temperance sermon, pleading for a saner parentage. CLARA BARTON Of "Red Cross" Fame Along Life's Pathway [139 Who among ye hath a daughter Worthy of this woman's crown? Who shall follow in her foot-steps Now she lays her burden down? Capital punishment only adds crime to crime. War is Hell ! — General William Tecumseh Sherman. When true knighthood blossoms, "Votes for Women" shall thrive apace. Be not among wine-bibbers; among riotous eaters of flesh. — Proverbs 23-20. Let us think high thoughts, altruistic thoughts, and then pa- tiently plod the lowly, simple, prosaic path which leads to their realization. — Mrs. Mary F. Lovell, Department of Mercy, World's and National Women's Christian Temperance Union. If we are not immortal, if there is not a great free life be- yond, as great as the out-reaching of the heart, as great as the contriving of the brain, as great as the faith that fastens the aspiring soul to God, then we are the mightiest mockery that has been let loose to feed on its own anguish. — Frances E. JVillard. I'iO] Alone/ Life's Pathway PROPHESY In the glorious golden Sometime Telemachi brave shall come, Garrisons and Paines for freedom, Other Berghs for weak and dumb, Anthonys and Stowes and Stantons, Clara Bartons by the score, Dows and Goughs and Frances Willards, Florence Nightingales and more, Coming to unite the nations And to haste that time of Peace When a "child shall lead the lion," When great cruelties shall cease; Uncle John and Aunt Jane Moorland May for years sleep side by side In some quiet little church yard. Ere the slow but steady tide, I pray that when Death comes to me, he may come while the harness is on. — John B. Gough. Always vote for principle, though you vote alone, that you may cherish the sweet reflection that your vote is never lost. — John Quincy Adams. SUSAN B. ANTHONY If I have lived to any purpose, carry on the work I have to lay down. — Susaii B. Anthony. Teach your boys and girls, everywhere, the story of her sweet life. Along Life's Pathwoi/ [1"^^ flighty wave of human progress Shall have risen to the height Where the world shall see the wisdom And the joy of doing right. Though perhaps Aunt Jane so noble, Yielded, on that winter's eve, To stern Uncle John's opinion, There are thousands more who grieve. Thousands more full of compassion. Only waiting for the light, For a stronger Aunt Jane Moorland Than oiir heroine that night. We can hear them coming, coming. O'er the hills and vales of Time, Like an angel's silvery chorus. Like a poet's blissful rhyme. The Southern planter went to the war, leaving his wife and children in the custody of negro slaves, and not one ever be- trayed that sacred trust. When the white man's licensed saloon was established those trusty creatures were made demons. 141] Along Life's Pathway They are coming from the Orient, From the prairies of the West, From the North and from the Southland, All the nations shall be blest; There shall be one mighty people Saying, "I^et the right be done:" In the paths of Temperance, Mercy, Peace and Love, we journey on. All other trusts are as infants when compared with the Whis- ky trust. Walter Scott carried such a fund of sympathy and good will that even the animals found fellowship with him, and the pigs understood his great heart. — John Burroughs. So closely interwoven are the interests of man and the gentle dumb creatures given to his service and his care, that cruelty and brutality to the patient beast of burden result in the debasing of the guilty man himself. — Clara Morris, Author of "Life on the Stage." '?5r»„^>*?.«,£r F'f^TriMHiin^r MD 1 SAW HEAVEN OPENED.AMai^BDLD.A WJllTE HORSE'' k^ THE SUN-RISE OF PEACE ^l|r Olnttral figitrr in tlita AUrtjory brars l|ax*moiti| attiJ pparr to all Itutitii rrraturra. ®lir turn parl|ttiirrttts bflom ;ntu mith thr trumprtrr tn arrlamattott. iLi}t mfsarniurr at our rtglit lirralba Hour m\h i^apt to kiutilii souls. (Iltr our on tli^ left briutia gifts to tltosr uilio aapirp to uoblrr tliougl|t. mlio toil for otbrra aub ujIto souir bao sltall rriiju, not in mu mag or tliinp, :pprlia^s. but aftrr a truer mannrr of patriotism as yrt unborn. JUL iil >»»« One copy del. to Cat. Div. )Ul 21 1911