"Please, sir," said the man, "I haven't brought on any horse for you; and Bill says he had no orders about one. Master's in doors: shall I speak to him?" "Confound it! What a bore! That stupid ass of a scout has never my note, I bet any money!" taken Out came Mr. S-, a stout, good-humoured looking man in black coat, drab shorts, and top boots. 66 Very sorry, Mr. Scribble; but never heard as you was in want of a horse for to-day. You might have had Brickdust again, sir, if I'd only known in time. "Well, but I must have something!" "Im afraid every horse in the county's out, sir: quite impossible to get one here." "Who's going to ride Brickdust?" "Why, Mr. Jolliffe Green. He's about buying of him, I expect, sir." Well, what will you take for him?" 66 66 Why, sir, I can't take less than £60 now; for I must get Mr. Green another horse: and how I'm to do that I don't know." Oh! confound that! I'll have him if I can have him now." "Well, then, you must have him I suppose. Jem! bring that horse here, and let Mr. Scribble get on him." Brickdust was mine: the deed was done: and whether I felt most happy or miserable, I really cannot say. I know it was a very mixed feeling. That I had, as I thought, so good a horse, was a subject of pride but I felt that I had been done, and I knew that I had bought what I could not afford to pay for. However, I had him; and I made my mind to ride him. I need hardly add, that Mr. Jolliffe Green and Mr. S both found their way to the course, without the assistance of Brickdust. up The steeple-chases were good: so was the run: and my horse never went better. All regret or remorse had vanished by the second fence; and when at the take I found myself one of but few, I was more than pleased with my bargain. Every horse did not get back to Oxford that night, and Brickdust was one of them. But nothing could be wrong, so I went to a supper party; was lauded as the owner of an excellent horse-had risen immensely in the popular opinion; tried to make a match or two of an extravagant character-offered to back my new purchase against the winner of the steeple-chase; and went to bed with a very indistinct notion of how I got out of my boots and breeches. It was late the next morning when I rose. A bad headache was the natural consequence of the night before. It was not quite cured by the reflection that I was the "Master of the Horse," for I also recollected that I had to pay for him. However, half the pleasure of having him was to come the morning's walk to the stables with half a dozen men in a like situation with myself; the watching the progress of dressing him; the privilege of having his clothes off to exhibit him to admiring friends; the feeling his legs two or three times a-day; and the talking of his excellencies in the evening-all this was to be taken into the account in his favour. And as long as my worthy friends in the country knew nothing about the matter, I might still make myself happy with the assurance that another term or two would bring me round again as regarded the money. After lecture I went to look at him; and on the road I met with some men of my acquaintance, who assured me of his safe arrival from Aylesbury. 66 Well, Tom, how's the horse?" Why, sir, he don't seem altogether right: you give it him pretty strong yesterday, sir." "Oh! there isn't much the matter, I dare say. Let's look at him." But there evidently was a good deal the matter; and after feeling his legs for three days, and seeing him bled and drenched, and every thing done that could be, poor Brickdust died! I was nearly broken-hearted, and in debt for a twelvemonth. Gentlemen sportsmen, undergraduates of Oxford and Cambridge, take a word of advice "experto crede"-Pay for your horse before you kill him; but above all things, never buy a horse that you can't afford to pay for. "His hope's in the open !" Of course! "His hope's in the open;" and all He would ask is the ghost of a chance Only room, just to open the ball, And lead off a right merry dance. "His hope's in the open: :" and never "His hope's in the open;" so pray, "His hope's in the open"-a hope, By St. Hubert! that surely is ours: |