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And dying prisoners； in their loathsome dungeons； see through the horrid gloom their small red eyes； like glittering coals； hear in the death…like silence the rush of their claw…like feet； and start up shrieking in the darkness and watch through the awful night。
I love to read tales about rats。 They make my flesh creep so。 I like that tale of Bishop Hatto and the rats。 The wicked bishop； you know； had ever so much corn stored in his granaries and would not let the starving people touch it； but when they prayed to him for food gathered them together in his barn； and then shutting the doors on them； set fire to the place and burned them all to death。 But next day there came thousands upon thousands of rats； sent to do judgment on him。 Then Bishop Hatto fled to his strong tower that stood in the middle of the Rhine； and barred himself in and fancied he was safe。 But the rats！ they swam the river； they gnawed their way through the thick stone walls； and ate him alive where he sat。
〃They have whetted their teeth against the stones； And now they pick the bishop's bones； They gnawed the flesh from every limb； For they were sent to do judgment on him。〃 Oh； it's a lovely tale。
Then there is the story of the Pied Piper of Hamelin； how first he piped the rats away； and afterward； when the mayor broke faith with him； drew all the children along with him and went into the mountain。 What a curious old legend that is！ I wonder what it means； or has it any meaning at all？ There seems something strange and deep lying hid beneath the rippling rhyme。 It haunts me； that picture of the quaint； mysterious old piper piping through Hamelin's narrow streets； and the children following with dancing feet and thoughtful； eager faces。 The old folks try to stay them； but the children pay no heed。 They hear the weird； witched music and must follow。 The games are left unfinished and the playthings drop from their careless hands。 They know not whither they are hastening。 The mystic music calls to them； and they follow； heedless and unasking where。 It stirs and vibrates in their hearts and other sounds grow faint。 So they wander through Pied Piper Street away from Hamelin town。
I get thinking sometimes if the Pied Piper is really dead； or if he may not still be roaming up and down our streets and lanes； but playing now so softly that only the children hear him。 Why do the little faces look so grave and solemn when they pause awhile from romping； and stand； deep wrapt； with straining eyes？ They only shake their curly heads and dart back laughing to their playmates when we question them。 But I fancy myself they have been listening to the magic music of the old Pied Piper； and perhaps with those bright eyes of theirs have even seen his odd； fantastic figure gliding unnoticed through the whirl and throng。
Even we grown…up children hear his piping now and then。 But the yearning notes are very far away； and the noisy； blustering world is always bellowing so loud it drowns the dreamlike melody。 One day the sweet； sad strains will sound out full and clear； and then we too shall； like the little children； throw our playthings all aside and follow。 The loving hands will be stretched out to stay us； and the voices we have learned to listen for will cry to us to stop。 But we shall push the fond arms gently back and pass out through the sorrowing house and through the open door。 For the wild； strange music will be ringing in our hearts； and we shall know the meaning of its song by then。
I wish people could love animals without getting maudlin over them； as so many do。 Women are the most hardened offenders in such respects； but even our intellectual sex often degrade pets into nuisances by absurd idolatry。 There are the gushing young ladies who； having read 〃David Copperfield；〃 have thereupon sought out a small； longhaired dog of nondescript breed； possessed of an irritating habit of criticising a man's trousers； and of finally commenting upon the same by a sniff indicative of contempt and disgust。 They talk sweet girlish prattle to this animal （when there is any one near enough to overhear them）； and they kiss its nose； and put its unwashed head up against their cheek in a most touching manner； though I have noticed that these caresses are principally performed when there are young men hanging about。
Then there are the old ladies who worship a fat poodle； scant of breath and full of fleas。 I knew a couple of elderly spinsters once who had a sort of German sausage on legs which they called a dog between them。 They used to wash its face with warm water every morning。 It had a mutton cutlet regularly for breakfast； and on Sundays； when one of the ladies went to church； the other always stopped at home to keep the dog company。
There are many families where the whole interest of life is centered upon the dog。 Cats； by the way； rarely suffer from excess of adulation。 A cat possesses a very fair sense of the ridiculous； and will put her paw down kindly but firmly upon any nonsense of this kind。 Dogs； however； seem to like it。 They encourage their owners in the tomfoolery； and the consequence is that in the circles I am speaking of what 〃dear Fido〃 has done； does do； will do； won't do； can do； can't do； was doing； is doing； is going to do； shall do； shan't do； and is about to be going to have done is the continual theme of discussion from morning till night。
All the conversation； consisting； as it does； of the very dregs of imbecility； is addressed to this confounded animal。 The family sit in a row all day long； watching him； commenting upon his actions； telling each other anecdotes about him； recalling his virtues； and remembering with tears how one day they lost him for two whole hours； on which occasion he was brought home in a most brutal manner by the butcher…boy； who had been met carrying him by the scruff of his neck with one hand； while soundly cuffing his head with the other。
After recovering from these bitter recollections； they vie with each other in bursts of admiration for the brute； until some more than usually enthusiastic member； unable any longer to control his feelings； swoops down upon the unhappy quadruped in a frenzy of affection； clutches it to his heart； and slobbers over it。 Whereupon the others； mad with envy； rise up； and seizing as much of the dog as the greed of the first one has left to them； murmur praise and devotion。
Among these people everything is done through the dog。 If you want to make love to the eldest daughter； or get the old man to lend you the garden roller； or the mother to subscribe to the Society for the Suppression of Solo…Cornet Players in Theatrical Orchestras （it's a pity there isn't one； anyhow）； you have to begin with the dog。 You must gain its approbation before they will even listen to you； and if； as is highly probable； the animal； whose frank； doggy nature has been warped by the unnatural treatment he has received； responds to your overtures of friendship by viciously snapping at you； your cause is lost forever。
〃If Fido won't take to any one；〃 the father has thoughtfully remarked beforehand； 〃I say that man is not to be trusted。 You know； Maria； how often I have said that。 Ah！ he knows； bless him。〃
Drat him！
And to think that the surly brute was once an innocent puppy； all legs and head； full of fun and play； and burning with ambition to become a big； good dog and bark like mother。
Ah me！ life sadly changes us all。 The world seems a vast horrible grinding machine； into which what is fresh and bright and pure is pushed at one end； to come out old and crabbed and wrinkled at the other。
Look even at Pussy Sobersides； with her dull； sleepy glance； her grave； slow walk； and dignified； prudish airs； who could ever think that once she was the blue…eyed； whirling； scampering； head…over…heels； mad little firework that we call a kitten？
What marvelous vitality a kitten has。 It is really something very beautiful the way life bubbles over in the little creatures。 They rush about； and mew； and spring； dance on their hind legs； embrace everything with their front ones； roll over and over； lie on their backs and kick。