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and violent convulfion, at others not ; in the 

 firft cafe, the animal rolls and beats himfelf in 

 a frightful manner; otherwife he lies on his 

 fide groaning, and foaming at the mouth, heav- 

 ing violently at the flanks, his eyes and tail fet^ 

 flefh trembling and convulfed. 



I have feen various cafes of daggers ; the laft 

 was as follows : Walking up Fleet-ftreet, I ob- 

 ferved a crowd of people wonderfully diverted 

 with the agonies of a cart-horfe beating himfelf 

 almoft to pieces, in, I think, the moll violent 

 convulfions I ever witneffed. He threw himfelf 

 repeatedly upon the foot-path, and was very 

 near going headlong into a flnop. To my 

 aftonifhment, the fellows who feemed to belong 

 to the horfe, took no fleps whatever towards 

 his recovery, but were making themfelves as 

 merry, with the reft of the mob, as though they 

 were enjoying the humane, confiderate, and 

 harmlefs diverfion of hunting a miferable and 

 forlorn difcarded dog, with a cannifter tied to 

 his tail. It was impoifible for me to be filent — 

 I called out fo often, " Why don't you bleed 

 " the horfe in the mouth ?" that a tall fellow, 

 with a whip on his flioulder, took offence at my 

 importunity, and turning to me with a coun- 

 tenance in which contempt was exceedingly 

 well depi6led, interrupted me with, " Bleed your 

 '^ fifter ! — And pray now, what do you know 

 -* about the matter? — don't you fee that the 



" horfe 



