Life — April 28, 1898 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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365 i Guuds are Guralig om Phe bor YP 74. Which Is the Liar ? IVISEC- TORS of high standing tell us repeat- edly that the cutting up of live animals is harmless, be- cause the vic- tims are cther- ized, While it is hard to believe a would en shade the truth, we confess to feel- of doubt when confronted by a statement like the following, made by Bell Taylor, F.R.C.S, and M.D., fellow of the Society of London, late president of the Parisian Medical Society: The public would not tolerate vivisection for a day if they did not believe that the animals were rendered insensible, and the plain fact is that they are not rendered insensible. It is the public that is ancesthetized—it must be so; for n many experiments, to render the animal insensible would be to defeat the object of the THE POET'S SPRINGTIME MEDITATIONS, operator, such as those, for instance, connected with the reflex action from the sensory nerves; those connected with the glandular secretions, as in Hughe’s, Bennett's and Rutherford’s experiments on the liver; again, those on digestion, and those on the temperature of the heart and arteries, and those in which it is necessary to use a gas engine for artificial respiration; those on the paenomena of pain, the boiling, baking, and stewing alive ex periments; drowning, starving to death, alcoholization, and feeding on substances which are incapable of sustaining life. It is the same when the effects of drugs and poisons have to be tested; and also in a numerous class of experiments which require time—days, weeks or months—for their completion. The animal, {f it goes to sleep, goes to sleep in health, in ease, to awake in torment that can only end with its most wretched life. And again, when an operation is performed and the animal is kept alive, often in great agony, in order that the results may be observed, as in numberless operations, and in all pathological experi- ments, Besides, it is most dificult to render an animal insensible and at the same time keep tt alive, HERE is no possession we are less willing to surrender than our future. ASTER aly the kindest way would be to borrow some tank-ships of Mr. Rocke- feller, load them with chloroform, and sail them over to Spain for use on the groaning subject during the amputation of gangre- nous Cuba, If Spain could only take some- thing and wake up to find her unrulable member gone, whata vast rellef it would be to all concerned! te The Real Heaven. HE golden streets of Paradise He wandered by himself, Until his seeking, quickened eyes Saw books upon a shelf, In Heaven’s library he strolled, Those countless tomes to view; By bookish passion made o'erbold, He searched their titles through, Rabelais met his eager sight; He rubbed his eyes again. Yes, there within his reach, at right, He recognized Tom Paine. Omar Khayyam and Montaigne, Huxley and Hume, were there; His old frieud Darwin, and again He clasped with love Voltaire, The student’s eyes, by tears made blind, No more the titles read, Prostrate, his joyful form reclined: “Ah, this is Heaven!” he said, Tom Masson, No Difference. C LARA: Mr. Castleton asked me at what time you were likely to be alone, as he wanted to call on you. Mavp: What did you tell him? “T said any time.”