With such impressions in favour of the horse, we have ever felt a deep anxiety about those to whom his conduct and comfort are confided.
The breeder—we envy.
The breaker—we pity.
The owner—we esteem.
The groom—we respect.
AND
The ostler—we pay.
Do not suppose that we wish to cast a slur upon the latter personage, but it is too much to require that he who keeps a caravansera should look upon every wayfarer as a brother. It is thus with the ostler: his feelings are never allowed to twine
“Around one object, till he feels his heart
Of its sweet being form a deathless part.”