no MY horse; my love. 



" The scene is one of exciting and pleasing interest 

 to the audience, which may hold its breath in cer- 

 tain portions of it, but only as we do when our acro- 

 bats take a flying leap from the topmost height of 

 the circus tent. The bull, having been killed 

 instantly, is hitched to four gayly-caparisoned white 

 mules; and as a concluding funereal ceremony he is 

 dragged around the vast circle of the amphitheatre, 

 in order that every individual may get a glimpse of 

 the creature so skilfully slain. Finally he is dragged 

 out of the arena, through a portal under an archway, 

 as another doomed and angry bull comes plunging 

 in, excited and terrified by the noise of exploding 

 bombs and rockets, the loud hurrahs and clapping 

 of hands, and the deafening clamor of the military 

 bands." 



There is a new idea in what you tell me, Count, 

 in this fact, that not very far away from us, and on 

 our own continent, are horses of the purest Arab 

 blood, accessible and purchasable, which can be 

 bought for a very moderate price. 



" Certainly, madam, and more beautiful and more 

 perfectly trained than any saddle-horse to be seen in 

 New York City." 



Yes, I can understand that when it comes to the 

 breaking and training of horses we know very little 

 about it in comparison to those who are entirely 

 dependent upon them in their journeyings; whose 

 travel is all in the saddle ; who know little of rail- 

 roads and almost nothing of ordinary wheeled 

 vehicles. 



