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MRS. WASHINGTON'S HORSES.
EORGE WASHINGTON'S mother had a span of iron grey horses of
splendid figure and remarkable spirit, of which she was very. fond.
One of these, though docile by the side of his mate in the carriage
harness, had never been broken to the saddle. It was said that the
spirited animal would allow no one to mount him. George, though then a lad
of but thirteen years of age, was very tall, strong and athletic. One
morning, as the colts were feeding upon the lawn, George who had some
companions visiting him, approached the high blooded steed and after
soothing him some time with caresses watched his opportunity and leaped
upon his back. The horse for a moment seemed stupefied with surprise
 and indignation. Then after a few desperate but unavailable attempts by
rearing and plunging to throw his rider, he dashed over the fields with
the speed of the wind. George, glorying in his achievement and inconsid-
erate of the peril to which he was exposing the animal, gave the panting
steed the rein. When the horse began to show signs of exhaustion, he
urged him on hoping thus to subdue him to perfect docility. The result
was that a blood vessel was burst and the horse dropped dead beneath
his rider. George, greatly agitated by the calamity hastened to his
mother with the tidings. Her characteristic reply was: "My son, I forgive
you because you have had the courage to tell me the truth at once. Had
you skulked away I should have despised you."