What can be more beautiful than going out on a sunshiny afternoon to make an excursion through the park, amid the clatter of the hoofs of the stallions?
I walk, or pace, or canter, or gallop, as I choose.

Think of the beautiful life we live, with the prospect, after our easy work is done, of going up and joining Elijah's horses of fire." Next, I took the floor, and said that I was born in a warm, snug Pennsylvania barn; was, on my father's side, descended from Bucephalus; on my mother's side, from a steed that Queen Elizabeth rode in a steeple chase.

My youth was passed in clover pastures and under trusses of sweet-smelling hay.

I flung my heels in glee at the farmer when he came to catch me.

But on a dark day I was over-driven, and my joints stiffened, and my fortunes went down, and my whole family was sold.