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A True Courtier
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ONE day, when Sir Isaac Heard was in company with George III., it was
announced that his majesty's horse was ready for hunting. Sir Isaac,
said the king, are you a judge of horses?--In my younger days, please
your majesty, I was a great deal among them, was the reply. What do
you think of this, then? said the king, who was by this time preparing
to mount his favorite: and, without waiting for an answer, added, we
call him. Perfection.--A most appropriate name, replied the courtly
herald, bowing as his majesty reached the saddle, for he bears the
best of characters.
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