224 MY HORSE ; MY LOVE 



like seat of their riders. It was a brilliant panorama, all 

 too swift in its glittering passage. 



7'he great multitude did homage to General Roberts, 

 as he bestrode his celebrated white Arabian, decked out 

 in the six medals he had so bravely won. And the Arab 

 marched proudly along, unmindful of that other fearful 

 march to Candahar, in the Afghan war, for nineteen long, 

 wearisome days, when he never faltered, and made a 

 record for himself unequalled. No heartier cheers went 

 up than for the Arab and his master, and the cries of 

 ' Bravo ! Bobby ! bravo ! ' were echoed all along the 

 line. 



One reads in the journals constantly of the sad lot which 

 has befallen, and which awaits grimly, some of the most 

 noted horses of the day. Fred Archer's celebrated 

 Galloway, Satan, was condemned in his old age to drag 

 about a ginger-beer cart, and the famous black horse of 

 General Boulanger did service for a night-cab in Paris. 

 But sadder than these, the stand against vivisection 

 notwithstanding, is the fact that many chargers of noted 

 men must yield their bodies for painful experiments in 

 different medical institutes. 



It has been suggested that a home for these old 

 favourites might be endowed by a syndicate of sportsmen. 

 Have we not read of the old lady who endowed a home 

 for cats ; and of another who loved her dogs so well she 

 left her entire fortune for their comfortable maintenance ? 



When the career of those noble animals who have won 

 name and fame for their owners has become a thing of 

 the past, is it not pitiful and unworthy that they must 

 descend to base and ignoble employment, or be turned out 

 in the roads or fields to die a lingering death ? 



