A HORSE'S GRIEF. [To ma Kenos or vas nfamereroan Stit,—I
wonder bow many people who have read this touching incident in the Daily Call have been reminded of the horse of Herminius in Macaulay's Lays of Ancient Rome.—r am, Sir "One man of the —th Lancers I found lying on his back with his eyes staring at the skies. He was dead, without doubt. Standing over hire was his horse, without a wound. It was looking into his face every few minutes, and then neighing in a pitiful way that sounded just like a human being in en excess of grief. To hear that poor animal was enough to bring tears to the eyes of the most hardened of men.—Lance-Corporal Y. STILTON."
But, like a graven image,
Black /raster kept his place,
And ever wistfully he looked Into his master's face.
The raven mane that daily With pate and fond caresses The young Herminia washed and combed And twined in even tresses, And decked with coloured ribands
From her own gay attire, Hung sadly o'er her father's corpse In carnage and in mire." —Bettie of Lets Regulus, verse xxx.
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