JAKE ASTD SUSAN AT THE RACES. 215 



I hope will entertain you as much as your account, when 

 you first came, of the breeding-farm, struck my fancy. 



PUPIL. I am delighted at the prospect of making the 

 acquaintance of your friends, and have only one request 

 to make that you will invite them to see a trot on the 

 classic Union, when Miss Jane can have her love for the 

 beautiful gratified by seeing you drive the bob-tailed 

 buck-skin that gained favor by beating the celebrated 

 contraband, and Mdlle. Susan can hear your musical 

 voice as you shout at him to increase his easy flight of 

 speed. 



PRECEPTOR. I have a great mind to discard you en- 

 tirely ; and if you have the impertinence, even to hint at 

 my mounting a sulky, during the visit of Mr. P. and 

 daughters, I will turn every trotter out of the stable. 

 Thanks to the rough country in which the ladies live, a 

 trotting-sulky is unknown to them, and their ideas of race 

 horses are from paintings of Derby and St. Leger winners 

 sent by their friends in England. I would not, for every 

 trotter on the track, be seen driving the one you mention, 

 when I have described to them, in as glowing terms as 

 I could muster the excitement, of a closely contested race, 

 and felt, as I saw the two beautiful countenances grow 

 animated with my poor description, that the scene was 

 enacted in truth before us. Should they see in realiza- 

 tion of this the uncouth, dirty-colored bob-tailed brute, I 

 should never have the heart to see them again. 



A sulky is about as unpoetical as a wheelbarrow, and 

 not only hides the figure of the horse, but places the 

 driver in a very ungraceful attitude. 



How I would like to see Susan mounted on the Falcon ! 

 What a picture it would be, not needing the aid of a 

 grand old tree to make it complete! How grand she 

 would appear enthroned on his back! And I would 

 wager my life that he would disdain to trot. He would 



