Perseus: he is pure air and fire; and the dull clements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness, while his rider mounts him; he is indeed, a horse; and all other jades you may call-beasts.

"It is the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, from the rising of the lark, to the lodging of the lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey; it is a theme as fluent as the sea; turn the sands into eloquent tongues, and my horse is argument for them all; 'tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on, and for the world (familiar to us, and unknown) to lay apart their particular functions, and wonder at him. I once writ a

sonnet in his praise, and bugun thus, Wonder of nature-"-SHAKSPEARE.

Discernment of the Emperor Caligula's Horse.

THE emperor Caligula being one day on the back of this favourite animal, (by the by, no man in the empire rode so ill) with his whole court about him, these obsequious gentlemen perceiving how aukwardly he managed the reins, took occasion from thence to flatter him upon his being a most excellent horseman; upon which the horse immediately threw him, only to let him see what a parcel of rascals he had about him. The emperor perceiving that the horse was the only person about the court that had either truth or

honesty in him, took a resolution from that moment to raise him to those high honours, to which he afterwards arrived.-ANNUAL Register.

The Emperor Caligula's Horse. CALIGULA, the Roman emperor, had a horse called Swift, whom he invited to supper with himself: he caused his provender to be set before him in gold: he gave him wine to drink in goblets of gold he swore by his health and fortune: he promised to make him consul, and had done so if his horse had lived he did make him priest, yea, a colleague with himself in the supreme pontificate: his stable was of marble, his manger of ivory, his caparisons and harness purple, and a pendant jewel of

To please thy fancy I with patience bent
My velvet ear to meet the iron's heat,
And all the torturing whims which men invent,
To tame and shape us to their ends complete.

Fed in thy pasture, I with grateful speed

Have been the foremost with the tuneful pack, Nor hill, nor hedge, nor wall could e'er impede, But safe I bore thee on my faithful back.

When late at marts and taverns thou hast staid,
Thy sense unequal to direct the road,

O'er the dark heath-through rutted lanes I've neigh'd,

And brought in safety home my drowsy load.

Oft my dear mistress have I drawn with care,

With her sweet brood to join the village school, And thought myself full proud when she would

spare

One look, one pat, and call me her-" poor fool!"

With such a charge for worlds I had not fell,
Nor giv'n alarm to those so dear to thee-
Then let compassion in thy bem dwell,
Nor furious thus increase my misery!

Oh! if intemperance in her wildest hours,
Has urged thee to propose the cruel bet,

My once kind master! strain no more my powr's, They fall beneath the arduous task that's set.

If true the doctrine which some sages hold,

Of transmigration's just and vengeful fate, Oh! think what horror will thy page unfold, How wilt thou suffer in thine alter'd state!

This day's base action then shall rise in awe,
And doom thee to some pannier'd ass's lot,
Thy sides half famish'd, and thy back half raw,
Standing neglected near thy master's cot.

Or, some grim tyrant, bent on pelf and blood,
May bring on thee a premature old age;
An outcast cripple, sell thee from his stud,
To meet the collier's or the sandman's rage.

Ah! dost thou pause-thy heel forget its stroke-
Too late those must confess the deed accurst;
Too late has mercy in thy heart awoke,
My eyes grow dim, my mighty heart is burst!