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The grey Tras pleasant^ and a grand liorse to 

 sit upon^ a fine mouth, and his walk capital ; but 

 the moment I put him in a trot the up-knee 

 action made me say, " Oh my prophetic soul ! if 

 you gallop like a hunter 1^11 eat you ;'^ so it 

 "was : his gallop was just what it should be at a 

 review, but anything but what it should be at " a 

 fixture." " Now," said I, " hunter or not, a hurdle 

 is, as Sterne says, ' No great matter/ " Jerry 

 had not topped it a bit better than did the grey. 

 " Come," says I, " you are at home at this game 

 at least; now for a bit of fencing." I put at 

 the afore-mentioned fence, leisurely I allow, ex- 

 pecting him to take it '' without hurry or care : " 

 it was, however, " no go ; " he came round on a 

 pivot. '^ Humph ! you want a little more powder 

 for a point-blank shot, I suppose," thought I. I 

 gave him a rattler up to it next time : he obliqued 

 to the right and to the left, but a taste of the ash 

 above the bit kept him straight till, coming to 

 the ditch, he bolted into it and ran along its 

 bottom. " I have had enough of you," said I ; 

 " if you belonged to me I should teach you 

 better manners, ^ at I have had too many falls 

 to seek one for your instruction." He took the 

 hurdle beautifully as before, going back. So 

 much for school practice only. 



" Well," said my friend, " what account of the 

 grey ? " 



