The ass has a memory not inferior to that of the horse. This was
especially noticeable in the case of an ass belonging to a carrier at
Wigan.
The ass and his master were accustomed to stop at a certain
public-house, where the latter obtained a pot of beer, of which he
always allowed the animal a little. At length the master turned
teetotaller, when his principles forbade him to stop at the
public-house; but the ass, whenever he reached the usual halting-place,
refused to go on, and no beating would induce him to do so till he had
received his usual allowance of beer. The carrier was therefore obliged
to buy some beer for his beast, though no longer requiring it himself.
Remember what I said before about bad habits. Though your friends from
weariness may cease to rebuke you, it is no proof that you are cured of
them, or that the habits are not as objectionable as at the first.