I am a horse, and my range extends from the north to the south pole. I am the companion of man, from the time he first becomes a rider, until he ceases to be a lover of horses, and I am as much at home on the snow of Siberia, as on the grass of England. I am useful to him in a thousand ways, and my services cost him nothing. I guard his property from plunder, I carry him speedily from place to place, and I enable him to participate in the pleasures of those, who are like himself, fond of excitement. I am the friend of the poor man, who wishes not to mingle with the great, and I am not despised by the great, for they know that I cannot contribute to their expense. I am a part of
