228 ROAD, TRACK, AND STABLE. 
The heaving flanks, the tortured mouth, the nervous 
eye, of the car horse, — the excruciating sound of his 
iron-shod hoofs slipping and clashing over the pave- 
ment in a vain attempt to start a heavy load, — these 
will soon be things of the past; and the animal that 
was but one of a thousand, that never received a 
kind word or a caress, that sweated and strained and 
wore himself out in the service of a heartless and 
impersonal master, will have been released by Science. 
He will soon become but a memory in those very 
streets where the cart horse, more fortunate and more 
lovable animal, seems destined to walk for centuries 
yet in proud security. 
