new what that meant and conformed unto him.
He had a queer fancy at times to quietly steal up and put his hoof on my
foot so as to hurt me, and then there was an impish laugh in his eye. For
he laughed at me, and I knew it. There is really such a thing as a horse-
laugh. One day we passed through a drove of sheep, and he did not like
it--no horse does. After a while I wanted to go by a certain road, but
he refused sternly to take it. I found soon after that if I had done so
we must have met the sheep again. He had, in fact, understood the route
far better than I. I once got a mile out of him in three minutes--more
or less; but he had seen me look at my watch, and knew that I wanted to
see what he could do. He never did it again. I _may_ have been mistaken
here, but it was my impression at the time. Perhaps if I had gone on
much longer in intimacy with him I might have profited mentally by it,
and acquired what Americans call "horse-sense," of which I had some need.
It is the sixth--or the first--sense of all Yankees and Scotchmen. When
I returned to the city I was allowed to hire a horse for a few times from
a livery stable, and went out riding with a friend. This friend was a
rather precociously dissipated youth, and with him I had actually now and
then--very rarely--a glass at a bar and oysters. He soon left me for
wilder associates, and I relapsed into my old sober habits. Strange as
it may seem, I believe that I was really on the brink of becoming like
other boys. But it all faded away. Now it became imperative that I
should study in earnest. I used to rise at three or four in the morning.
What with hard work and great fear of not passing my matriculation, I
contrived to get up so much Latin, Greek, and mathematics, that Mr. Wines
thought I might attempt it, and so one fine summer day my father went
with me to Princeton. I was in a fearful state of nervous anxiety.

COLLEGE LIFE.

PRINCETON.

We went to Princeton, where I presented my letters of introduction,
passed a by no means severe examination for the Freshman's class, was
very courteously received by the professors to whom I was commended, and,
to my inexpressible delight, found myself a college student. Rooms were
secured for me at a Mrs. Burroughs', opposite Nassau Hall; the adjoining
apartment was occupied by Mr. Craig Biddle, now a judge. George H. Boker
was then at the end of his Sophomore year, the term having but a few days