Theodore indulges in a little sarcasm at the expense of a man whose elbows are on a level with his shoulders, while his two hands are within about three inches of one another on the reins, and his horse has as full possession of his head as of his body and legs, which is saying much, for his riders toes are pointing earthward and his heels apparently trying to find a way to one another through the body of his steed.  Another man, riding at an amble into which he has forced his fat horse by using a Mexican bit, and keeping his wrists in constant motion; and another, who leans backward until his nose is on a level with the visor of his cap, also attract his attention, but he persists in his opinion that the best riders among the ladies are those who can trot and canter the longest, until your master, coming up, says in answer to your protest against such heresy, “No.  Ease and a good seat are indeed essential, but they are not everything.  They insure comfort and confidence, but not always safety.  It is well to be able to leap a fence without being thrown.  It is better to know how to stop and open a gate and shut it after you, lest some day you should have a horse which cannot leap, or a sprained wrist which may make the leap imprudent for yourself.  You can acquire the seat almost insensibly while learning the management, but you must study in order to learn the management.  However, you came mainly for enjoyment to-night, I think.  Go and ride some more.”

And you obey, and you have the enjoyment.  And when you go to the dressing-room, it is with a feeling of perfect indifference to the gallery critics, and when you come down, ready for the street, you have a little gossip with the master.

This is the only kind of music ride, he tells you, practicable for riders of widely varying ability, but the ordinary circus is but a poor display of horsemanship compared to what may be seen in some private evening classes in this country, or in military schools.  There are groups of riders in Boston and in New York, friends who have long practiced together, who can dancer the lancers and Virginia reels as easily on horseback as on foot, and who can ride at the ring as well as Lord Lindesay himself, or as well as the pretty English girls who amuse themselves with the sport in India.

“Just think,” you sigh, “to be able to make your horse go forward and back, and to move in a circle, a little bit of a circle, and to do all of it exactly in time!  Oh!”

And then, seeing Theodore perfectly unmoved, your master tells of the military music rides when, rank after rank, the soldiers dash across the wide spaces of the school and stop at a word, or by a preconcerted, silent signal, every horse’s head in line, every left hand down, saber or lance exactly poised, every foot motionless, horse and rider still as if wrought from bronze.  And then he tells of the labyrinthine evolutions when the long line moving over the school