"DEAR TATT.--Mount my brother Doctor; give him a stiff-one, and one that will require a little exercise of the _deltoides_ of the right arm. He can pay. Suit him well. Yours, faithfully,--GEOFFERY GAMBADO." "Mr. John Tattsall." Now the celebrated Doctor Bull had as good a pair of carriage horses as any Squire Bull in England. Tatt. certainly mounted him on one "that he could not" _make the least of_. He was quiet enough, stiff enough, slow enough, steady enough; he did not mind the whip, for the Doctor might cut him over the head, neck, ears, and under the flank, and anywhere, and everywhere else; but the beast had no animation. The more he punished him, he only went the surest way to show to the world, _How to make the least of a horse_. A few days after his _horse exercise_, he called on his friend Doctor Gambado, and said, "Doctor, I am certainly better; but I believe I should have been quite as well, if I had mounted a saddler's wooden horse, and tried to make him go, as I am in trying to make your friend Tattsall's horse go. I could not have believed it possible that any beast could bear without motion such a dose of whip-cord as I have administered to him." "You asked for one that would bear the whip: did you not?" "Yes, and one that was steady, did not shy, and would go very gently even a slow pace; but this horse has no pace at all." "Well, my good old friend, I am glad you are better; that's a great point. I have no doubt, none in the world, that if you could mount Master Johnny's rocking-horse, and would do so, and have a good game of romps with your boy, it would do you as much good as showing to the world _how to make the least of a horse_, by kicking, flogging, checking his rein, and trying to persuade him to go on. "But if you will only walk down with me to John Tattsall's stables, I have no doubt you will quickly learn a lesson of equestrian management that shall soon set you right with the public, and most especially with yourself. You have learnt nothing but how to make the least of a horse. Let my servant take your horse back; and if John Tattsall do not soon show you _how to make the most of a horse_, then do not pay him either for his horse or for his pains; but set all down to my account. Be seated, my dear fellow, whilst I send your horse back with a note. The Doctor wrote-- "DEAR JOHN,--My brother Bull wants to learn how to make the most of a horse. We will be with you in the course of an hour. Ever yours,--GEOFFERY GAMBADO." "Mr. John Tattsall." The brothers M.D. sat down to an hour's chat upon politics, stocks, dividends, and philosophy; and at the end of one hour were seen wending their way arm-in-arm to the celebrated _Livery Stables_ of John Tattsall, whither we will follow them, just to see if we can behold a contrast. Far we need not go, to see What makes a contrariety. CHAPTER III.