It is given him to be good or to be bad.

It is an account that will have to be settled.

He may be guilty, and therein--a striking circumstance upon which I dwell--consists his grandeur.

There is nothing similar for the brute.
With the brute it is all instinct: to drink when thirsty, to eat when hungry, to procreate in due season, to sleep when the sun sets, to wake when it rises, or _vice versa_, if it be a beast of night.

The brute has only an obscure sort of _ego_, illumined by no moral light.