The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1866-02-22
Who's the Man ?

Nv Kinrdom for . Morse" said Richard three
tines In the of all the Rosinantes, the Bueeph-
.lus's the Seims, and renowned Black Besss, whose
ghosts walk uaarensed among US" By the bes-
set memory OF Putaarns s:est that charged down
Ia. rocky steps-tae eYziac that bore Grant or the
Coal Black charger upon which Sheridan rode into
immortality who is the inhumsn monster that unwor-
,hiy owns. poor, tiiapitased, foFsaken specimen
of horse hood that daily perambulat.s streets
Who can look upon the rough coat, the gauni body,
the swelisd limb. the glazed eye the ls,guid and
plavedpu. tail Of the suffering animal. withoa: feel
tha, il might safely say with KIag Lear: "oh
whs can tell how sharper than sepents tooth l. is
10 work ike slave for :. feiler," AMI then 81 all
winter without hay. corn, straw or oats!
"Haplv some hoAry beaded swain may say,
OFT have = E seen him a the peep of dawn.
Brushing the streets for small bunch OF hay,
Or vet the gutter for of corn -
What must be that Horses reflection upon the char
scter of the human race seen from his stand paist
e the chserless street, What does he think Of
construction aside from the provender necessary TO
re-cons,ruc, himself? What his IDEAS OF slavery
as uosing amongst tbs straw in a country wagon for
stray head of grain that has escaped the thrash
err he casts .ideong glance at the shining coat anil
corpul-nt CONFORMATION of some more lucky ho.s,
who equipped in leather that's meat" and ornaments
of silver goes prancng By bathing his dainty load IN
the crisp and bracing atmosphere OF the winter morn
ing? He don't ask the price of pork He only cares
for his own Ham, and Shoulders, and is fearful that
Salt peter won't 'em. bis uafeeiing master has
practically said TO him in the words Of the old song
He. old and he's cold, he's proper dull and slow,
He eats up all my hay and ne tramples my straw;
To the Huntsmsn let him go
Poor old Horse let him die -
Farewell poor old horse! MAY ali the visions OF the
coming world in which thy fancy has INDUCED be
realized Nav green pastures of unwontei luxurance
spread unsnding to thy view May the waters Of de-
light gush up in the midst thereof and ripping
the golden sand join the great river in the cool shade
of the valley. May huge cribs be found round
about thee and managers of fat things await thy coming
and when thou shalt go hence, from the short nib
blngs AID sparse provender with which the stony
" Pixies" of this world beset, may some kind sta
boy place over thy remaining remainder these few
lines which we hope will find him enjoying the same
blessing:
OLD GREY's EPITAPH.
r Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
horse to blankets and to grooms unknown
Far plsturers frowned his humble birth,
His shape and color marked him 5 his mothers
Large were his labors and h~ tasks severe,
Heaven did his cat: in broken doses send
He gave to labor all he could! in-gears;
He gained this grave his only friend
No further seek his carcass to misuse.
Nor draw his bones for buttons from their dread
abode /;
But let them rest, together with his shoes,
Nor let his ghos, ere haunt the turnpike road.
Es-