pursue, may affect your well–being, and that of him to whom you are united. 

 And now with the same greeting I commenced with, will I take my leave—a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all, and may each succeeding return find you progressing in all that can give you peace and happiness, not only here but hereafter! 

  

  

  THE DYING HORSE.  

 Heaven! what enormous strength does death possess! 

 How muscular the giant's arm must be 

 To grasp that strong boned horse, and, spite of all 

 His furious efforts, fix him to the earth! 

 Yet, hold, he rises!—no—the struggle's vain; 

 His strength avails him not. Beneath the gripe 

 Of the remorseless monster, stretched at length 

 He lies with neck extended; head hard pressed 

 Upon the very turf where late he fed. 

 His writhing fibres speak his inward pain! 

 His smoking nostrils speak his inward fire! 

 Oh! how he glares! and hark! methinks I hear 

 His bubbling blood, which seems to burst the veins. 

 Amazement! Horror! What a desperate plunge, 

 See! where his ironed hoof has dashed a sod 

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