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apples, pears, parsnips, patent horse biscuits, great armfuls of 

 cowslips and fresh soil, bread, and oatcake — in short, more 

 things than I can possibly enumerate. They were great pets, 

 and I loved to take little dainties out to them — a few nice ripe 

 plums, with the stones removed, a handful of sugar, a crisp 

 biscuit or two, or a juicy apple or pear. Such joy, such 

 whinnying, such turning of beautiful heads, such licking of 

 grateful lips, such playful searchings for more, and brighten- 

 ing of lustrous eyes, and such romps together in the clean 

 fresh, crisp straw, with mutual kissings, and rubbings, and 

 fondlings of all sorts. My lieart is sad when I think of them 

 — even though I know that they are made much of and are 

 well cared in other homes — and though so many joys are 

 spared to me in mine. 



In conclusion, let me advise all who are determined to 

 maintain a prejudice against cooked food, or whose limited 

 stable accommodation may not admit of the erection of 

 even the most simple contrivance for cooking it, to procure 

 a corn-crusher and see that it is made good ttse of. To 

 purchase such an article, and then allow it to stand idle 

 in the stable is a course of procedure somewhat similar 

 to that adopted by Lever's West-countryman, who bought 

 himself a new coat, and said it was " a fine thing to sit 

 lookin' at on a Sunday morning." 



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