Kev. De VVitt Talmago recently delivered a sermón on the horse, from which the following is extracted: "There needs to be a redistribution of coronets among the brute creation. For ages the lion has been called the king of beasts. I knock off his coronet and put the crown wpon the horse, in every way nobler whether in shape or spirit, or sagacity or intelligence, or affection or usefulness.' He is semi-human aud knows how to reason on a small scale. The Centaur of olden times, part horse and part man; seems to be a suggestion of the fact that the horse is something more than a beast. Job sets fortli his strength, his beauty, his majesty, the panting of hisnostrils, the pawing of his hoof and his enthusiasm for the battle. "VVhat Eosa Bonheur did for cattle and what Landseer did for the dog, Job, withmightier pencil, does for the horse. The Church's advancs in the Bible is coropared to a company of horses of Pharaoh's chariot. In tho parade of heaven the Bible makes us hear the clicking of hoof3 on the golden pavement, as it says "the armies which were in heaven followed him on white horses." I should not wonder if the horse, so banged and bruised and outraged on earth, should have some other place where his wrongs shall be righted. I do not assert it, but I say I should not be surprised; if, after all snch should be the case. St. John's deacription of the horse in heaven turned out not altogether to be figurative but somewhat liberal, and as the Bible makes a favorito of the horse, the patriarch and the prophet and the evangelist and the apostle stroking his sleek hide and patting his rounded neck and tenderly lifting his exquisitely formed hoof and listening with a thrill to the champ of his bit, so all great natures in all ages have apoken of him in encomiastic terms. After citing modern instauces of affection for the horse the doctor continued:- But whatshall I say of the maltreatment of this beautif ui and wonderful creation of God? All honor to Professor Bergh, the chief apostle for the brute creation, for the mercy he has demanded and achieved for this kingof beasts. I do not believe in the transmigration of souls, but I cannot very severely denounce the idea for when I see men who cut and bruise and wack and welt and strike and maul and outrage and insult the horse, that beautif ui servant of the human race, who carries our burdens and pulls our plough and turns our threshers and our milis andjuns for our doctors - when I see men thus beating and abusing and outraging that creature it seems to me that it woukl be only fair that the doctrine of transrnigration of souls should prove true, and that for their punishment they should pass over into some poor miserable brute, and be beaten, whacked, and cruelly treated, and frozen, heated and overdriven - an everlasting stage horse, an eternal traveller on a towpath or tied to an eternal post in an eternal winter, smitten with eternal epizootic. (Laughter.) It ought to be that if any man overdrivea a horse or feeds him when hot, or recklessly drives i nail into the quick of his hoof, or rowels him to see him prance, or so shoes him that bis fetlocks drop blood, or puts a collar on a raw neck, or unnecessarily clutches his tongue with a twisted bit, or cuts off his hair until he has no def ence against the cold, or unmercif ully abbreviate the natural defence against insectile annoyance - that such a man as that himself ought to be made to pull and let his horse ride! (Applause.) The speaker next said that whatever can be done to develop the horse's fleetness and strength and majesty ought to be done. The long tried and faithfuí servant of the human race, he aaid, deserves all kindness, all care. Those farms in Kentueky and in different parts of the North where the horse is trained to perfestion in fleetness and in beauty and in raajesty are well set apart. There is a delusion abroad in the world that a th ing must be slow, and dull and plodding. There are very good people who seem to imagine that it is humbly pious to drive a spavined, galled, glandered, spring-halted, blind staggered jade. (Laughter.) There is not so tnuch virtue in a Reniñante as there ia in a Bucephalus.