The Sun.
London, England, 1859-07-23 00:00:00

Suez and the Red Sea, it had not yet been'
signed, as there was some difficulty about the
points at which the steamers were to stop."
Afterwards, upon the Marquis of CLANRICARDE
remarking, what was sufficiently obvious—but still
though sufficiently obvious, well worthy of being
pointedly alluded to—that from the answer of the
noble duke it appeared there was actually no con-
tract existing for a mail to the colony of Australia !
Another noble duke, his grace the Colonial Secre-
tary, entered upon an equally lucid and, it must be
added, an equally unsatisfactory explanation as the
one already vouchsafed by his noble colleague.
The Duke of NEWCASTLE " admitted that there
was no Australian contract signed, but the only
point that remained to be settled was whether
the steamers should touch at the Island of
Mauritius or not. Circulars had been sent
to all the colonies interested, calling upon them to
express their views and opinions. The whole of
the answers had not yet been received, and although
it was perfectly true that New South Wales had
acted much more rapidly than any of the others,
and proposed a magnificent subsidy of £50,000 a
year, he thought the noble marquis would agree
that the important interests of all the colonies
should be consulted. If a new line of postal com-
munication for the benefit of only one or only a
portion of the colonies were established objections
would probably arise and some other line be pro-
posed, which would have the effect, as before, of
defeating the object, and leaving the colonies with-
out the desired accommodation." So that—thus
the matter rests, in a manner, for the. time being in
abeyance. As though it were the merest trifle
imaginable! Australia votes £so,ooo—and Eng-
land waits tranquilly for the decision of a dawdling
committee !

MR. BARRY AND THE SAVAGE

CART HORSE.

THIS DAY.

A thousand persons—we should imagine, at a
moderate calculation, about one thousand persons
—have witnessed this afternoon the extraordinary
exhibition announced by advertisement to take
place to-day in the arena of the Alhambra Amphi-
theatre. The spectacle was certainly a worthy
sequel to the taming (last week) of the King of
Oude, and previously (last year) of the famous
Cruizer. After introducing the last-mentioned
animal once more to his assembled pupils,
and whistling Cruizer after him at his heels like a
pet lamb or a lapdog—Cruizer who was once the
terror of all the grooms who approached him
(at a respectful distance ! and when he wore a
muzzle lined with iron !)—Mr. Rarey illustrated
this afternoon, his admirable system of horse-
taming upon an animal he had never himself seen
before, and who was described by a letter from
its owner as a fit subject for experiment
at the hands of the American horsetamer !
Under those expert and wonder-working hands—
the little creature hitherto difficult to mount, and
remarkable in many ways for its timidity, was in a
very few minutes subdued into perfect quiesence,
into perfect confidence, and affectionate submission
to the horse-tamer—running after him wherever
he called it—led about (literally) by a straw passed
through the bit, thrown down upon the litter of straw
in the centre of the arena, and then skipped over to
and fro, sat upon, and laid down upon in all
directions ! The Van Amburgh of horses lying
down himself, at last, upon the straw beside the
prostrate animal, and there tapping his cheek and
forehead with a hind hoof—of course with perfect
impunity. The conquest of the timidity, until to-
day said to be so very remarkable, in this quadruped
being celebrated at last by a rousing rat-a-plan upon
a drum placed upon the saddle on its back. . . Then
—after a slight pause—enter the savage Cart Horse!
a gigantic animal, whose chief recommendation was
—the brutality and stubbornness of his character.
Standing beside him, Mr. Rarey—though a good
figure enough for a man, rather above than under
the ordinary height—seemed in a manner dwarfed.
The badness of the character of this huge and
powerful cart horse was not only announced from
the arena by Mr. Rarey this afternoon—
it has been repeatedly of late advertised to the
world in our own columns and in those of our prin-
cipal contemporaries. The brute has " killed one
man," we know, to begin with—and he has "seri-
ously injured" another. Yet there stood Mr.
Rarey beside him this afternoon to conquer his
brutality, to take the wickedness of his temper out
of him, and (in the presence of a crowd of specta-
tors after he bad been with this cart-horse not quite
half an hour) to do with him at last exactly what he
pleased! Here—as in many other instances
of the kind, the American horse-tamer, being
armed only with a little strap in each skirt
pocket of his frockcoat—but possessing besides
those magical straps, perfect coolness, perfect tem-
per, admirable courage, and never-failing self-pos-
session. The preliminary screams of the cart horse
—whenever the horsetamer approached him at the
beginning of his dexterous manipulations drove
several ladies in evident alarm from the Alhambra.
Over the rest of the spectators, however, the strength,
the fury, and savageness of the animal exercised
an irresistible facination. And soon enough their
confidence in iqr. Rarey's extraordinary courage
and skill was to the utmost degree justified. Strap-
ping up the near forefoot—looping up the off fore-
foot soon afterwards—rolling the beast over among
the litter after a few minutes' contention with it as
it knelt there on its fore-knees in stubborn medita-
tion—Mr. Rarey had to do battle with it for a long
time after it was down, as it lay there screaming
and snapping at him savagely ! Until—at last,
thoroughly convinced of its helplessness un-
der his mastery—the Cart-Horse Sire fol-
lowed in the trail already left by hundreds of
previously untamed, and apparently unmanageable,
horses—including among them the King of Oude
and Cruizer. By the time our aimable friend the
Cart-Horse to-day was kicked by the toe of Mr.
Rarey's boot, and made to rise from its prostrate
position—its huge limbs were literally quiver-
ing and trembling before him with mingled
fear and fatigue ! And, as the horse-tamer
called to it—as Mr. Matalini might have said in his
memorable words of endearment, " the demmed
savage lamb," obeyed the call with something very
like an evidence of affection. To-day's incident is
not the least remarkable occurrence in the career of
the Great American Horse-tamer.