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You ne'er shall leave me, my little grey, 



Though I've tempted been galore, 

 Those three fatal words " He is yours" to say. 



When few needed the shiners more. 



No ! here is your home, my valued friend, 



When old you shall rest at will 

 In yon shaded field, till your peaceful end 



Shall proclaim a bold heart is still. 



THE HORSE TO BUY. 



SUPPOSE most of us have some kind of 

 ideal in our mind's eye of what a horse 

 should be. I mean, such of us as are 

 fond of that most useful of all animals, and are in 

 the habit of buying them from time to time, even if 

 few have the audacity to commit their individual 

 ideas to paper. In doing so, in no arrogant spirit, 

 myself, I will commence with the feet, and so pro- 

 ceed up his ''understandings," as, should these prove 

 unsatisfactory, we need not trouble ourselves with 

 any further inspection of the horse with a view to 

 purchasing him. 



The feet should be open — round, without any 



