THE CHARGER. 15

The poet Rogers, in the ‘ Pleasures of Memory,’
notices this :-—

«© ¢ And when the drum beats briskly im the gale,
The war-worn courser charges at the sound,
And with young vigour wheels the pasture ground.’

But I can give you one or two practical exam-
ples, which I am sure will amuse you.

“ Towards the end of last century, a farmer
in Ireland bought, at a sale of cast-off horses, an
old troop horse which was unfit for regimental
service. ‘The animal being quiet, the farmer,
who lived in the neighbourhood of Dublin,
mounted his daughter on it, and sent her to
town with milk. She unluckily arrived at the
Exchange at the time when the soldiers were
relieving guard. The horse, hearing the music
to which he had been accustomed, became
ungovernable by his fair rider, and, trotting,
snuffing, and snorting, bolted into the Castle
Yard, with his rider and her milkpails, and
took its place in the midst of the ranks, to the
no small amusement of all present.”