(his friend and favorite) which was led by the servant with the halter, suddenly broke loose from him, and went to the place where the dogs were fighting, and with a violent kick of one of his heels, struck the mastiff from the other dog clean into a Cooper's cellar opposite, and, having thus rescued his companion, returned quietly with him to drink at the conduit.-Vide General Character of the Dog, p. 91.

The Horse with remarkably long Mane and Tail.

AMONG the curiosities lately exhibited at Mr. Parkinson's Museum, Surry side of Blackfriar's Bridge, was the painting of a most remarkable horse, with a manuscript account of him extracted from a book written by

George Simon Winter, and printed at Nuremburgh, 1687, of which the following is a transcript.

"This horse was a fine snow-white stallion out of the stud of the old Count of Oldenburgh. The Count gave him to the Landgrave of Hesse Cassel. He was kept in the stables of the Landgrave twenty years, where he died. He was a horse of a fine form and movement; his mane was in several parts three, four, and four and a half ells long, but the hair of his tail was seven, eight, and even nine ells long. I have several such hairs now in my possession, which by the order of the master of the horse, were brought me by the groom, George Benden, who had for a long time the care of the horse. The abovementioned upper master of the horse, when he was a page at court, often rode him in the riding school, as he told me himself. The mane and tail were kept very clean in the stable,

and inclosed in a leathern bag, and he was thus brought into the riding school. But when the Landgrave rode him, the mane and tail were in a red velvet bag; but if the bags were not used, then the servant carried the Imane in his hand, and two other servants supported the tail.

"J. J. B."

Reflections of a humane Master on seeing his old Horse.

THIS beast of toil and sweat hath administered to my pleasure or to my profit for many years past; and now that he is no longer able to perform my work, shall I dismiss him as a creature not worthy of my future protection? Shall I subject him to the caprice, or abuse, or unexperienced servitude of a new, and, it may be, of a cruel and mercenary master? If he

is not fit for my work, he is not fit for any work. And shall I curse the age of my beast because he hath worn himself out in my service? Or the gain which I have acquired by his labour, shall I corrode it by the price of his blood? No. If I chop not his hay; if I grind not his corn; if I assist not the decay and unevenness of his teeth, by conducting him to the longest, mildest, and tenderest grass in my pasture, I will yet testify my approbation of his former service, by putting an instant period to all his pain; for it is not cruelty, but mercy, to shoot my horse or my dog, when his teeth are gone, and the happiness of his life is at an end.

Sporting Magazine.

Extraordinary Courage and Sagacity of a Mule.

A FLORENTINE nobleman had a' mule so exceedingly vicious, as to be altogether ungovernable, from its kicking and biting every person that approached it. He ordered it to be turned into the court of his menagerie, and a lion to be let loose upon it. The lion roared aloud when he first observed the animal; but the mule, without seeming at all alarmed, ran into a corner of the court, and so placed herself, that she could only be attacked in the rear. In this situation she waited the onset, at the same time watching with the greatest attention all the motions of her adversary. The lion, aware of the difficulty, used all his art, but to no purpose, to throw her off her guard. At last the mule, seizing a favourable opportunity, gave him such a salute in the face with her