Horse Sense.

Let's take a glance, perchance, into the Past, and shew the mould in which the Past was cast. The things we mind are horses and the joy of lounging round the stables as a boy. We shed no tear for things beyond our reach, or wish upon the distant past to preach; we know that we are growing old, of course, to wish to speak at all about the horse. To-day, horse-power is prisoned and secured, and horses grow so noticeably fewer, that we might be forgiven to intrude, without appearing pushful sirs—or rude.