mXiiriQ at dfenasJ— Mater. 183 



If you feel your horse, as he shortens his strides 

 For the effort, has got his " steps out," as folks 

 say. 



Why then, if you have it, that instinct which guides, 

 Use quickly, and check him, though slightly I pray. 



An easy hand canters for timber the speed, 



And if only you'll keep your head cool, I'll go bail. 



What brains are possess'd will be us'd by your 

 steed. 

 Who'll seldom encounter an uppermost rail. 



WATER. 



OME now, harden your hearts, there's a 

 brook in the vale ! 

 But two fields ahead, and no bridge for a 

 mile; 

 It's a bumper, and if you would over it sail 



I will tell you the way, if you'll hearken awhile. 



When within forty yards of the brink put on steam, 



And ride like a man with his heart t'other side; 

 Send him "into his bridle," and when near the 

 stream 

 Then sit down in your saddle, but don't cease to 

 ride. 



