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slave, with the bunged-up legs, you can dot down as 

 measuring nine inches or what not below the knee, 

 and the splinty and spavined black-brown as a horse 

 with great bone and substance. 



The horse that is continually off his feed and 

 wears comparatively threadbare is (like the chancey 

 fencer) entitled indisputably to be styled " a fine per- 

 former in any country," and the brute that eats 

 his bedding, and which it is impossible to condition, 

 is, or at all events ought to be, " a stout horse." 



The lazy beast, in which you have to bury your 

 spurs even to get to covert, has certainly "lots of 

 metal," and may honestly be so inserted, while the 

 quad you bought out of the bathing machine for 

 general purposes, when giving the family a treat at 

 Margate, is undeniably " good at water." 



The ill-tempered brute with one side to his mouth, 

 who, " whither you will goeth not, and whither you 

 would not goes," is, I think, " capable of going 

 anywhere," and the old draft Artilleryman you 

 bought to do odd jobs on the farm, is indisputably 

 "a broken charger" in the fullest sense of the word, 

 and may, as well as not, fill up a chink in the 

 valuable stud you are about to offer the public. 



I need hardly add that that dangerous and con- 

 firmed rearer — the white-socked chestnut — may be 

 fittingly described as "Justice" (on account of his 



