like selfishness on our part; but I declare positively that it was not, at least as far as I was concerned. For there is among our class (who have a good pedigree and a proper education, and whose dispositions have not been spoiled by brutal treatment) as much, if not more, instinctive generosity and kind feeling, than is to be found among men. And from the shameful manner in which we are too often treated and driven, we often think that there are a great many men who are greater brutes than ourselves. When my coat from constant brushing had become smooth, and I had recovered. my health, Mr. Jones would have me harnessed to his light wagon, and give me short and careful drives, for exercise; and it was then that I was enabled to show my gratitude, by doing all in my power to please him. He treated all three of us alike, never showing the least partiality; and the result was, that we were grateful, and although I say it, there were no better looking or better behaved Horses in the stable during that whole season. I heard Mr. Jones say to Collins, several times, "Collins! now is your time to sell the old Horse, (meaning myself); he never looked finer. He is at least twenty years old, but is one of the best family Horses in West Chester Co. He is kind and gentle, will stand all day without tying, you can throw a bunch of fire-crackers under his feet and he will not move, and he can go as fast as any gentleman should drive. But don't sell him to any one who will treat him unkindly, for if an old Horse like him is put to his speed, every day, and does not get the kindest treatment, he will not last more than ten days." O! how my heart beat when I used to hear Mr. Jones say this; for I remembered how I had been left sick and neglected. Collins did not sell me, and I can't say whether he ever tried to or not. Mr. Jones had me till the day before he moved to the city, which was on the eighth or ninth of October. As I was standing before the door, ready for him to take his last drive, he said to Collins, “Well, Collins, there is the old Horse. I move to town in the morning, when he is your Horse." A few moments afterwards Mr. Jones came up to me, and laying his face on mine, patted me on the neck

and spoke some kind words to me, and turning to Collins, said to him, "I know that I am foolish, but I have acquired an affection for the old fellow, and although I have no earthly use for him, having two Horses to winter, I will stick to the old offer of one hundred and fifty dollars, and I will give you a check for him." Collins replied, (like a flat as I thought), “No, I have got a sleigh, robes, bells, &c., and I will try to trade them all off together." I felt dreadfully, for I believed, that as far as I was concerned, Collins would as soon sell me to be driven in an omnibus as not. Mr. Jones and I then parted, and I never saw him again till I was delivered into his possession at the stables of Messrs. Cleaver & Mason, Nos. 57 and 59 Mercer-street, in the city of New-York. Some time after Mr. Jones left New Rochelle, Collins ordered me to be taken to the village, and placed in the possession of Mr. Charles Shute, to whom he had given directions to sell me. The weather was very cold at this time, and Collins had not provided me with a blanket, and never came near me. About the 12th of Nov., 1854, I was agreeably surprised to find myself the possessor of a new halter, and a warm blue blanket. I then thought to myself, Can Collins have shown some pity at last? and I confess my heart smote me from fear that notwithstanding his former apparent neglect, I might have done him injustice. I soon learned, however, that Mr. Shute had been to town the day before, and had sold me to my old friend, Mr. Jones, and that it was by his orders that I had been furnished with my new blanket. I was but too happy at the prospect of a comfortable winter and the kind treatment that I was sure to receive, and I was almost willing to wish, without the fear that all have of entering "that bourne from whence no traveller returns," that my days might be numbered before Mr. Jones shall take his departure on a "Pale Horse." I was even glad that some men had not een gifted with manes and tails, for I had not the heart to wish that any one of our creation, however much they might deserve it, should eke out a miserable existence in the fils of a vehicle which is used for the special purpose of distributing hard-shelled

bivalves to the inhabitants of a populous city. I understand that Mr. Jones has had a great deal of trouble on my account; and although I deeply regret it, I trust that I am the more grateful. I am glad he would not permit himself to be robbed of me with impunity. I feel very secure in my present position, for I heard Mr. Jones remark the other day, "that no man should ever have me as long as he had a 'quarter' left." My teeth had grown so long this fall, from age, that it was necessary to have them filed down; so that I can now munch my oats with the best of them, and I have become as plump as a partridge. If a man who is not "posted" should look into my mouth now, I will not affirm that he would not pronounce my age to be "between eight and nine." Just to show the effect of my good care, I went round the Union Course track, the other day, to a pole, in three minutes and a half! to a top wagon, carrying two hundred and five pounds weight; being the first time I had been in harness for a week. I should like to see another "family horse," of my age, that can do that.

Mr. Jones has requested me to be as brief as possible. I fear I have taken up too much space now. I will leave to him the task of detailing the other circumstances connected with his ownership. of me; hereby advising all horses not to imitate the brutal propensities of men, and all men to show consideration for dumb beasts; and to particularly remind my friend Mr. Jones of what the late lamented Hon. Richard Riker once said to him, viz.: “Mr. Jones, if you attempt to expose all the scoundrels in New-York, you will have your hands full."

THE STORY CONTINUED

BY JONES.

"A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!!

On the 11th November, 1854, Charles Shute, of New Rochelle, West Chester County, called at my office in this city, for the purpose of adjusting some business matters between us. After they were settled, I was making inquiries about various persons residing at New Rochelle, (where I always reside during the summer months), and accidentally asked Mr. Shute if he ever saw the "Old Gray Horse?" He replied, "Yes, I have got him." I asked, "what he was doing with him?" He said, "I have him for sale, and want to sell him very much," and "that Collins had left the horse with him for that purpose." I said "it was strange," and asked "why Collins wished to sell him?" Mr. Shute replied that "Collins told him that he did not wish to winter him." Shute then said, "You know he is an 'old carker,'" and "it is difficult to sell horses of any kind, so late in the season, money is so tight," &c., and "I want to sell him very much, and would sell him cheap." I said, "What do you ask for him?" Shute replied, "I would sell him for a hundred.'" "What," said I, "a hundred pounds?" He replied, "No, a hundred dollars." I reflected a moment, when I said, “Charley, you know I have no use for him, and don't want him, but rather than the old fellow should fall into bad hands, I will take him. I will send my mare down on Long Island for the winter, and will keep the old horse in town, and have good care taken of him. Should there be any sleighing, I will get some rides out of him; and he will do for me to drive in the country next season." I gave Mr. Shute directions to have him provided with a good warm blanket, and a halter, (for Shute told me that he had

been standing without a blanket during the whole of the cold weather, and that Collins had never been near him,) to have him sheared, and as soon as he was ready to be removed, to send him to the St. Nicholas stables, kept by Messrs. Cleaver & Mason, Nos. 57 and 59 Mercer-street. He was so delivered on the 22d November. I had never thought of the old horse, from the time I left New Rochelle, on the 9th October, till Mr. Shute called at my office. I never made any application to purchase him; did not want him; and purchased him solely out of kindness, that he might not fall into bad hands, and be badly treated in his old age. It may be that I shall be called foolish, and perhaps I was. All men, however, have some weakness in their character, and I don't profess to be without a great many of them. I have heard an intimate friend of mine say, that "when he was a boy, he shot a squirrel from off a stone wall, and when he picked it up it took the poor little fellow a long time to die," which so affected him “that he nearly cried his eyes out, and that he has never shot a living thing since." I acknowledge my imperfection of a feeling of kindness for dumb beasts, and particularly for horses.

Early on the morning of December 2d, 1854, John Collins and a man by the name of William Thompson, who said he was a sheriff, but who turned out to be a constable attached to the Marine Court, came, without any process of law, and took the horse from the stable, on the plea that he had been stolen; and Thompson said "Judge Beebe was going to send right out to New Rochelle to arrest Charles Shute for theft. Collins declaring that "the horse was his property,'” and “that he had been stolen by Shute." That "Shute was a thief," &c., with other blustering language, such as all who know this Collins are aware he is in the habit of using. Thompson is scarcely worth any notice, except as a representative of his class of petty officers.

This man told me afterwards, that Collins had agreed to give him fifteen dollars for this job, but that he had not paid him, and if he did not, he would tell me where the horse had been taken. I sup