POINTS FROM LETTERS
[We have received a poem dedicated to the Editor of the Spectator from Miss Arnold of 7 Ramsay Place, Portobello, N.B., which, although it does not fit into the categories of verse we publish; may do good in arousing public feeling on a matter we have at heart.—En. Spectator.]
A PLEA FOR THE ANIMALS.
Why all this awful torture ? What is it for ? you ask, . All for a woman's mantle, To make her a coat to last. Thousands of God's dear creatures
Suffer and bleed and die. Oh, if the women knew it, Such fur they'd never buy.
Baby seals, too, are murdered, And skinned before they're dead ; Their cry goes up to Heaven, To God, by whom they are fed. He sees the awful carnage, He will requite it too.
The animals' day is coming, When He makes all things new.
What must the Angels think, then, As they enter the Churches there And see the women gathered To seek to their God in prayer ; How they must weep with anguish And kmg for the time to be When cruel traps have vanished And pain and suffering will flee. M. ARKOLHi. M. ARKOLHi.
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