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are apples, pears, peaches, plums, nectarines, grapes,
figs, oranges, bananas, strawberries, raspberries, and
more than I can count. Here, also, are esculent roots,
and nutritious seeds, fields of waving grain or golden
maize, potatoes, beets, turnips. The air is filled with
delicious odors ; every object is full of beauty. Happy
children are gathering fruit, or plucking flowers. All
around is life and harmony, sweetness and purity,
peace and happiness. The farm, the garden, the or
chard, the are vineyard, full of beautiful associations,
and not one object, if it properly belongs there, is
offensive to the most refined taste.
Now, reader, let us look upon another picture. Ap
proach this building.
A foetid, sickening odor fills the
air ; shrieks and moans of agony salute you ; the gut
ters run full of blood ; but you must enter. A mad,
raging ox, with his frenzied eye glaring upon his mur
derers, is dragged up with horrid bellowings ; a dull blow
from his
falls upon his skull, and the blood gushes
throat. The strong, honest ox, who has toiled all his
life for man, is murdered. The timid sheep, with
painful bleatings,
now feels the knife at his throat, and
gasps away its innocent life. Calves, torn from their
mothers, are hung up by their feet, their veins opened,
and allowed to slowly bleed to death, that the veal may
be white, drained of its blood, and tender, from the
long death-agonies. Around you are the opened car
casses of these, your fellow-creatures, and your friends
the floor is covered with their blood and entrails.
What sense is gratified by such a scene as this ? Is
it beautiful to the sight, pleasant to the ear, grateful to
the smell, or does it awaken any calm or happy feeling ?