Terrible beasts were the basilisk--for which I have always felt an affection since I saw his portrait by Carpaccio in the church of St. George of the Sclavs (after much furious argument with a gondolier who knew no St. George but S. Giorgio Maggiore) at Venice--the cockatrice, and that strange hybrid of the two, the basilcok, known chiefly for its mean and unrelenting enmity to the centichore or yale, the strange pig-antelope who now sits once more as he sat of yore on the bridge at Hampton Court. Terrible beasts all; but none so morally destructive as that noble friend of man, the horse. Everybody knows the famous derivation of hypocrite, 'from two Greek words--hippos, a horse, and krites, a judge: a horse-dealer, therefore, a deceiver.' The Archbishop of York would seem to have been of the same opinion when he inhibited the cellarer of Newburg from dealing in horses, on the ground that it was not fitting for a man of religion, because in the negotiations between buyer and seller it is almost impossible to avoid sin. It would have been well if John Hill, vicar of Coliton in Devon in 1426, had considered this before he sold a horse to Walter Trouns, 'knowing the horse to have contracted divers diseases and to be incapable of working.' From the description the horse would seem to have been of the same breed as the 'hakeney' hired by William Driffeld from Thomas Plevener, a London innkeeper, who 'promysed and warantized the said hakeney to be of helth and of habilitie and well and trewlay' to carry Master William to Walsingham, whither he was going, no doubt, on pilgrimage. In spite of the warranty, the hackney, before he had covered twenty miles, 'wold nor myght go no ferther' and had to be left at Ware, where he died 'of dyverse infyrmytes.' Richard Chapman had a similar experience when he hired a horse from Christopher Thomas to carry him to York; at the end of the first day it 'failed hym and was morefounded.' Probably the hirers out of the horses threw the blame on their clients, as did Robert Grene, 'corsour' (_i.e._ horse-dealer, not to be confused with corsair, a pirate), who, having sold a horse to John Bonauntre, complained that 'the said John rode upon the said hors' with the result that it was 'perished and utterly destroyed,' though whether that was due to the delicacy of the horse, which was only intended for ornament, or to the 'unresonable and outrajus rydyng' of the purchaser is not clear. Mules, as we might expect, occasionally gave as much trouble as horses. There was a Welsh clergyman in the fifteenth century, John Yevan by name, upon whom a brother clerk, John Grigge, managed to plant a mule 'the whiche he wold not have had, but through the gret labour and desyre of the said Sir John Grigge he toke the same mule upon his warantie that he shuld bere hym from Rome to London, orells not to paye therefore.' Exactly what happened on that journey is not revealed, but the mule would