The first and second number of the Monthly have come and, to tell you how much we have enjoyed them, I must use a big word and say immensely. The farmer who will follow their counsel will soon have to pull down his barns and build greater, while he will have treasures laid up where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt; it is the only magazine I know of giving advice about this world and the next.
So old Solomon could not resist the Influence of beauty, his namesake of old fell at the same place.
I think you have established the origin of the pacing horse. Poor fellow, he has fought his way to fame, but like nature’s gentleman,
“He may not have ancestral fame
His pathway to illume;
The sun that flings the brightest ray
May rise from mist and gloom.”
After all, it is the irrepressive in either man or horse that makes him great.
When you see a man go to work because he must do something, very likely you will never hear about him or the work; while another goes at a work because it is something he must do, then look for something great.
This will hold good in regard to the newspaper jingle you spoke of, written by someone anxious to see his name in print. Burns could not help writing about Mary, and so immortalized the name a second time. I venture the assertion, Trotwood’s Monthly is not written because he must do something, but rather because it is something he must do.