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lie was much better, and “ his Missus had been to see him.” And 
sure enough there was his mistress, or, rather, his wife (for I will 
not libel birds which set so good an example), perched on a little 
tree near him. Very soon the others came to pay him a visit, and 
he held a levee several times a-day. He kept getting better and 
better, until one day he flew off to the rest ; and I have no doubt 
I have seen him many times since. He rather mistrusted my good 
offices for a day or two, but after that he was not in the least degree 
frightened. 
I witnessed also, a few years since, a strong instance of sagacity 
in a horse. My father, who was seriously ill during several years, 
rode every day a beautiful and remarkably sagacious pony, but 
of such untameable spirit that he used to run away with and 
throw off, at times, whoever got on his back. No sooner did my 
father approach to mount him, than he stood as still as the veriest 
jade could do; he only replied to the whip by a switch of his 
tail — never once shied, and never went out of a jog-trot pace. 
No sooner did any one else mount him than the scene was to- 
tally changed : he reared, bolted, and would not bear to be touched 
with the whip. At my father’s death, we gave him (under re- 
striction of being never parted with) to Sir Thomas Miller, a 
humane horse-master ; but he ran away with the baronet, and 
threw the baronet’s children. The groom was then sent on the downs 
to tame him, but he ran away with the groom ; and, after keeping 
him some months, Sir Thomas sent him back to us. He died, I 
am sorry to say, a year ago, or, rather, I had him destroyed, after 
vainly attempting to recover him from lock-jaw'. He was about 
twenty years old, and as good as ever. A beautiful little tortoise- 
shell cat used to sit on his back day and night : he would put his 
head on the partition of the stall, and she would lick and clean his 
ears just as she did her own kittens. Before he died I had him 
removed to a loose box at a distance : the cat found him out, and 
in his last hours she left her usual haunts, and stayed with him. 
I had him honourably buried, and a weeping- willow marks the 
spot ; but I never think, without a pang, of the sad end of an ani- 
mal, whose equal (for his size) was scarcely ever met with. 
ON HYDROPHOBIA AND ITS TREATMENT. 
By T. M. C. 
ALLOW me, through the medium of your highly valuable and 
widely read Journal, to offer a few remarks on the nature of hy- 
drophobia, and the treatment I would adopt, had I a case to attend; 
