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ROAD, TRACK, AND STABLE. 



The heaving flanks, the tortured mouth, the nervous 

 eye, of the car horse, — the excruciating sound of his 

 iron-shod hoofs slipping and clashing over the pave- 

 ment in a vain attempt to start a heavy load, — these 

 will soon be things of the past ; and the animal that 

 was but one of a thousand, that never received a 

 kind word or a caress, that sweated and strained and 

 wore himself out in the service of a heartless and 

 impersonal master, will have been released by Science. 

 He will soon become but a memory in those very 

 streets where the cart horse, more fortunate and more 

 lovable animal, seems destined to walk for centuries 

 yet in proud security. 



