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"Your horses of the Sun," he said,

"And first-rate whip Apollo!

Whate'er they be, I'll eat my head,

But I will beat them hollow"

Fred Vincy, we have seen, had a debt on his h no such

ientleether, there were circuht of it unusually importunate The creditor

was Mr Bahborhood, whose cothe vacations Fred had naturally required more

ae had been

accoh not only to trust him for the hire of horses and

the accidental expense of ruining a fine hunter, but also to ht be able to meet some losses at

billiards The total debt was a hundred and sixty pounds Ba sure that young Vincy had

backers; but he had required soiven a bill with his own signature Three nature of Caleb Garth On both occasions

Fred had felt confident that he should

ample funds at disposal in his own hopefulness You will hardly demand

that his confidence should have a basis in external facts; such

confidence, we know, is so less coarse andus to expect that the wisdom of

providence or the folly of our friends, the h individual value in the universe,

will bring about agreeable issues, such as are consistent with our good

taste in costu Fred felt sure that he should have a present from his uncle,

that he should have a run of luck, that by dint of "swapping" he should

gradually metamorphose a horse worth forty pounds into a horse that

would fetch a hundred at anyalways equivalent

to an unspecified suations which only a ine, Fred had always