WHIP AND SPUR. 



VIX. 



HEN the work on the Central Park had 

 fairly commenced, in the spring of 1858, 

 I found — or I fancied — that proper 

 attention to my scattered duties made it neces- 

 sary that I should have a saddle-horse. 



How easily, by the way, the arguments that 

 convince us of these pleasant necessities find 

 their way to the understanding ! 



Yet, how to subsist a horse after buying one, 

 and how to buy 1 ? The memory of a well-bred 

 and keen-eyed gray, dating back to the earliest 

 days of my boyhood, and forming the chief fea- 

 ture of my recollection of play-time for years j 



