and loftier animal life, first clearly taught in the myth of Chiron, and in his bringing up of Jason, Esculapius, and Achilles, but most perfectly by Homer, in the fable of the horses of Achilles, and the part assigned to them, in relation to the death of his friend, and in prophecy of his own. There is, perhaps, in all the "Iliad," nothing more deep in significance there is nothing in all literature more perfect in human tenderness, and honor for the mystery of inferior life than the verses that describe the sorrow of the divine horses at the death of Patroclus, and the comfort given them by the greatest of gods. RUSKIN. THE WAR HORSE. Sir Robert Clayton, a British cavalry officer, says of some war horses which had been humanely turned out to perpetual pasture, that while the horses were grazing on one occasion, a violent thunderstorm arose; at once the animals fell into line and faced the blazing lightning under an impression that it was the flash of artillery and the fire of battle. PEGASUS IN POUND. Once into a quiet village, Without haste and without heed, It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves. Loud the clamorous bell was ringing Not the less he saw the landscape, Thus, upon the village common, By the school-boys he was found; And the wise men, in their wisdom, Put him straightway into pound. Then the sombre village crier, Wandered down the street proclaiming And the curious country people, and old, Rich and poor, and young Winged steed with mane of gold. Thus the day passed, and the evening with vapors cold and dim; Fell, Brought no straw nor stall, for him. Patiently, and still expectant, Looked he through the wooden bars, Saw the moon rise o'er the landscape, Saw the tranquil, patient stars; Till at length the bell at midnight Sounded from its dark abode, And, from out a neighboring farm-yard, Then, with nostrils wide distended, On the morrow, when the village But they found, upon the greensward From that hour, the fount unfailing H. W. LONGFellow. THE HORSE. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, from the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary deserved praise on my palfrey; it is a theme as fluent as the sea ; turn the sands into eloquent tongues, and my horse is argument for them all; 't is a subject for a sovereign to reason on, and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on; and for the world (familiar to us and unknown), to lay apart their particular functions and wonder at him. Henry V. Act 3, Sec. 7. FROM "THE FORAY." Our steeds are impatient! I hear my blithe Gray! ON LANDSEER'S PICTURE, "WAITING FOR MASTER." The proud steed bends his stately neck And patient waits his master's word, Welcome, whenever heard. King Charlie shakes his curly ears, Above the peaceful pigeons coo Their happy hymn, the long day through. What means this scene of quiet joy, This peaceful scene without alloy ! Kind words, kind care, and tender thought Its lesson tells of care for all God's creatures, whether great or small, Our Dumb Animals. THE BIRDS. THE WATERFOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere; And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Some o'er thy sheltered nest. |