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S. went down and afterwards examined with 

 glasses the face of the precipice. The unfortunate 

 horse must have twice struck rocky projections before 

 the fearful and final smash, a short distance from 

 the stream. The perpendicular height was not less 

 than three hundred yards. 



I am little tempted to linger over such a scene. 



All is over ! This is death ! 

 And I stand to see thee die, 

 Brave old horse ! 



Rest, old friend ! Thy day, though rife 

 With its toil, hath ended soon ; 

 We have had our share of strife, 

 Tumblers in the mask of life, 

 In the pantomime of noon 

 Clown and pantaloon. 



Thou hast fallen to thy rest 

 And thy fall is best ! 



