Of creatures dumb and unknown to the laws; Tales of a Wayside Inn, second day, 1872. AMONG THE NOBLEST. 66 Yes, well your story pleads the cause Of those dumb mouths that have no speech, In its own kind, with its own laws ; Thus spake the poet with a sigh; And tames with his unflinching hand Tales of a Wayside Inn, second day, 1872. THE FALLEN HORSE. Mr. George Herbert's love to music was such that he went usually twice every week, on certain appointed days, to the Cathedral Church in Salisbury. When rector of Bemerton, in one of his walks to Salisbury, he saw a poor man with a poorer horse, that was fallen under his load; they were both in distress, and needed present help, which Mr. Herbert perceiving, put off his canonical coat and helped the poor man to unload, and after to load his horse. The poor man blessed him for it, and he blessed the poor man; and was so like the good Samaritan, that he gave him money to refresh both himself and his horse; and told him, "That if he loved himself, HE SHOULD BE MERCIFUL TO HIS BEAST." Thus he left the poor man and at his coming to his musical friends at Salisbury, they began to wonder that Mr. George Herbert, who used to be so trim and clean, came into that company so soiled and discomposed; but he told them the occasion. And when one of the company told him "he had disparaged himself by so dirty an employment," his answer was: "That the thought of what he had done would prove music to him at midnight; and that the omission of it would have upbraided and made discord in his conscience, whensoever he should pass by that place; for if I be bound to pray for all that be in distress, I am sure that I am bound, so far at it is in my power, to practise what I pray for. And though I do not wish for a like occasion every day, yet let me tell you, I would not willingly pass one day of my life without comforting a sad soul, or showing mercy, and I praise God for this occasion." IZAAK WALTON'S Lives. THE HORSE. Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with his trembling mane ? He paweth in the valley; he exulteth in his strength, He laugheth at fear; he trembleth not, The flaming spear, and the lance. With rage and fury he devoureth the ground; To the South-wind He spake: From thee A creature shall have birth, To be the bearer of my arms And my renown on earth. Then to the perfect horse He spake : Fortune, as long as rolls the earth, Without a pinion winged thou art, BAYARD TAYLOR. TO HIS HORSE. Come, my beauty! come, my desert darling! Thou shalt have thy share of dates, my beauty! And thou know'st my water-skin is free: Drink and welcome, for the wells are distant, And my strength and safety lie in thee. Bend thy forehead now, to take my kisses! Let the Sultan bring his boasted horses, 5 We have seen Damascus, O my beauty! And the splendor of the Pashas there; What's their pomp and riches? why, I would not Take them for a handful of thy hair! BAYARD TAYLOR. SYMPATHY FOR HORSE AND HOUND. Yet pity for a horse o'erdriven, And I am so much more than these TENNYSON'S In Memoriam. THE BLOOD HORSE. Gamarra is a dainty steed, Strong, black, and of a noble breed, But blown abroad by the pride within! And his pace as swift as light. Look, how 'round his straining throat Grace and shining beauty float! |