200 THE HORSE. 



began musing upon a proper funereal paragraph for 

 myself, on the speculation that the accident had 

 proved deceasive, as thus ; — ' Yesterday old John Law- 

 rence, of Somers Town, reached the ending post 

 quite in his proper style, that is to say, by the help 

 of a trotter; but he well knew that he was born on 

 purpose to die, though the how and the when were 

 wisely concealed from him. P. P. clerk of this parish, 

 was certainly right, for 



Do all we can, death is a man 

 That never spareth none.' 



" Yet, however lightly this may concern one party, 

 yet the other, the actual or probable sufferers, must 

 have a very different view of the matter, and may 

 surely and very justly be permitted to insist that, 

 when the streets are crowded with traffic and foot 

 passengers, and more especially near crossings and 

 corners of streets, both dragsmen and horsemen ought 

 either to be contented, or compelled to be so, with a 

 very moderate pace, and to be laid under the obliga- 

 tion of some kind of regard for the lives and limbs of 

 other people. Instead of which becoming and com- 

 passionate moderation, it is the fancy of our swell 

 gig drivers and others, lying under no kind of restraint, 

 to dash through the crowded streets at all they can 

 do in the trot; and nothing so flash as the rapid 

 whirl round every corner, to which their horses have 

 become so accustomed that, at the sight of an angle, 

 they never fail to prick their ears and make a volun- 

 tary burst." 



I have this moment taken up a newspaper — more 



