apple, pear, handkerchief, snuff-box, and in short, any thing of a similar. nature, is sure to be taken out of the pocket, by the teeth of this dumb professor of petty larceny. Apples he is particularly fond of, and should his master forget to give him one or two in the course of the day, he is certain to put his mouth into his pocket, and on not finding one there, will lay his head on his shoulder, and by an occasional lick on the face with his tongue, make known his wishes, and the debt he considers due to him.

This sagacious and gentle creature, although, as already observed, in the forty-third year of his age, still preserves all that fine symmetry of form and limb, which may be said to render the horse, more than any other animal, beautiful. And what is a little extra

ordinary, he is still as lively and playful as a young colt, and is now rode by Mr. Astley, Jun. in the minuet at the Olympic Pavilion. Nature, however, in some instances prevails; his teeth are nearly, if not entirely gone, which renders it necessary that his food should be of a soft and tender quality. We cannot conclude the account of this fine Barbary horse, (by many thought to be Spanish) without expressing our surprise and indignation at a circumstance which took place in the course of the preceding winter at the Olympic Pavilion. The horse had been going through his accustomed performances one evening, when a wretch, in the form of a man, observing the animal to be fond of apples, enticed him to take one from his hand, which the poor creature did; by the

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motion of his head, he was seen attempting to eat it with much difficulty; his loss of teeth was at first considered to be the only cause of the pain he seemed to feel in the act of mastication; but what was the owner's sensations on approaching the horse, and taking the apple from his mouth, to find it stuck full of pins! Astley, who would not take any money for this surprising animal, immediately offered a considerable reward for the apprehension of the culprit: the monster had, however, absconded, and thereby evaded that chastisement which British humanity blended with jus tice, would, no doubt, have inflicted on the savage and cruel offender.

Communicated by W. Upton, Esq.

The dying Horse.

MASTER, farewel! I've serv'd you long and true; Yes, noble master! for I've found thee so: Twice fourteen years my back has carried you, And yet not once did thy displeasure know.

Oh, master dear! when both were green in years,
How oft I've borne thee to thy distant love,
You best can tell!-but why thine eyes in tears?
I do not wish your tender heart to move.

Nay, do not look so sad, nor stroke my head; We now must part!-must bid a long adieu! Yet, ere I'm number'd with the silent dead, Thy poor old servant dies with blessing you,

And oh, fond master! hear my last request,
Be still the same, be still the horse's friend!
So may'st the turf lie lightly on thy breast, [end.
When you and life (which heav'n prolong) doth

Do you learn others, like thyself, to feel,
To know our value, and to use us fair ;
For could our tongues the pains oft felt reveal,
Sure those who lash us would such torture spare.

Willing, nay eager, is our wish to pleaseWhen oft we're scourg'd, and ev'ry pore runs blood!

By day and night, alas! bereft of ease,

Whipp'd, spurr'd, and goaded in the very stud.

Master! kind master! do you prove a friend― The horse's friend-for much thy care they need; Depict their suff'rings, and their cause defend, And save, oh save them, when condemn'd to bleed!

So may'st thou, best of masters! happy be,

Nor grief nor trouble e'er thy wishes cross; But cherub babes their blessings lisp for thee, Is the last prayer of thy dying horse.

William Upton, Esq.

Remarkable Instance of Preservation, by a sure-footed Horse.

THE Construction of the bridge at Chepstow is extremely curious; the