young literary men particularly take this duly to heart, for it may
save them from many a bitter pang in their latter days.

FOOTNOTES:

[3] 'Lord Eskgrove, a judge, who consoled a friend he was obliged to
banish, by assuring him that there really were places in the world,
such as England, for example, where a man, though out of Scotland,
might live with some little comfort.'




THE MOONLIGHT RIDE.


A number of years ago, a gentleman in Clydesdale offered me a
situation as head-groom, which I accepted. He had one horse which was
kept in a stable by himself, and was, without exception, the ugliest
and most savage animal of his kind I had ever seen. There was not a
single point of a strong or a fast horse about him. He was as black as
charcoal; he was named Satan, and richly did he deserve the name. He
would fly at you, like a dog, with his teeth; attempt to beat you down
with his fore-feet; and strike round a corner at you with his hind
ones. He had beaten off all the rough-riders, grooms, and jockeys in
that part of the country.

After being in the place for a few days, I was asked by the gentleman,
if I thought I could make anything of Satan. I replied, that if he
beat me, he would be the only horse which had ever done so; but still