CHRISTOPHER IN HIS SPORTING JACKET 



as he goes braying unharnessed by. But look there! 

 Arabian blood, and British bone! Not bred in and 

 in to the death of all the fine strong animal spirits 

 — but blood intermingled and interfused by twenty 

 crosses, nature exulting in each successive produce, 

 till her power can no further go, and in yonder 

 glorious grey, 



''Gives the world assurance of a horse T 



Form the Three Hundred into squadron, or squad- 

 rons, and in the hand of each rider a sabre alone, 

 none of your lances, all bare his breast but for the sil- 

 ver-laced blue, the gorgeous uniform of the Hussars 

 of England — confound all cuirasses and cuirassiers! — 

 let the trumpet sound a charge, and ten thousand of 

 the proudest of the Barbaric chivalry be opposed with 

 spear and scimitar — and through their snow-ranks 

 will the Three Hundred go like thaw — splitting them 

 into dissolution with the noise of thunder. 



The proof of the pudding is in the eating of it ; and 

 where, we ask, were the British cavalry ever over- 

 thrown? And how could the great north-country 

 horse-coupers perform their contracts, but for the 

 triumphs of the Turf? Blood — blood there must be, 

 either for strength, or speed, or endurance. The very 

 heaviest cavalry — the Life Guards and the Scots 

 Greys, and all other dragoons, must have blood. But 

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