202 Our Noblest Friend, The Horse 



is muffled in furs torn from the bodies of harmless 

 creatures that her ruthless tastes might be gratified, 

 and bears upon her head either the entire body or 

 most of the plumage of some innocent bird, whose 

 destruction left, not improbably, its helpless young to 

 starve and to die, whose body was not needed for 

 food, but only that it might adorn (?) the head- 

 dress of a thoughtless woman. The lady is known 

 perhaps for her charitable deeds; even the humane 

 societies have benefited by her largess, yet. indif- 

 ferent to the real facts, she goes on her way, rejoic- 

 ing only that she is tres comnie il faut, and " up-to- 

 date " in every detail of equipage and costume. 



The very same woman and her callous class will 

 attend a charity performance upon some cold win- 

 ter's day, leaving her wickedly checked and shivering 

 brougham horses to get through as best they can 

 the long wait which precedes her reappearance; 

 or she submits the hired cab-horse with even more 

 indifference to the same trying exposure. She re- 

 duces her pampered lap-dog to such a condition 

 through overfeeding and lack of adequate exer- 



