342 THE PERFECT HORSE. 



pleasure, — that his work at last is done. Amid other 

 and graver cares, its composition has been a delight. 

 My mind has felt, in writing it, like a boy at play. 

 It has revelled in what to some might seem a toil ; 

 and even now it hovers over the closing page as 

 a bee mif^ht hover around a flower to which it had 

 given nothing but the music of its presence, from which 

 it had received food and sweetness for cold and dreary 

 days. If, while thus ministering to my own happiness, 

 I have added any thing at all to the common good, in 

 adding to which man finds his best and only lasting 

 monument, I am more than repaid. 



