By this it appears to be very lucky, that cropping Horses, was not then the fashion, or they would have had but little command of them. The Wild Irish now, I am told have reversed the mode, and taken up the tail instead of the poor ears, which are neglected.
The Tartars of this day, Mr. Gambado, have no saddles, but ride upon a Beef Steak, or a slice of Horse-flesh: which, by that means, becomes sufficiently done for them to eat, by the time they have finish'd their airing. What a delicious succedaneum for a saddle; it answers two purposes at once. If a saddle ever answers a second, it is, of galling you confoundedly.
I have dropt a hint of a Revolution—and I expect one. Let the Huns look to it; a successful experiment of riding in their way, has lately been made in my country; but whether from motives of economy, curiosity, or emulation, I am yet to learn.
