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in this situation a carriage rolled rapidly up, and stopped on the half of them by severity : you've turned the tenants with a sudden check that nearly threw the horses on their against yourself and his honor here ; and I tell you now, haunches. In an instant the thundering knock of the ser though you're to the fore, that, in the coorse of a short vant intimated the arrival of some person of rank ; the time, there'ill be bad work upon the estate, except his honor hall door was opened, and Owen, availing himself of that here looks into his own affairs, and hears the complaints of opportunity, entered the hall. Such a visitor, however, the people; look at these resates; yer honor, they'll show was too remarkable to escape notice. The hand of the you, Sirmenial was rudely placed against his breast; and as the « Carthy, I can hear no such language against the gen. usual impertinent interrogatories were put to him, the pam- tleman to whom I entrust the management of my property; pered ruffian kept pushing him back, until the afflicted of course I refer the matter solely to him I can do nothing man stood upon the upper step leading to the door.
in it.” “For the sake of God, and let me spake but two words “ Kathleen, avourneen!” exclaimed the poor man, a to him. I'm his tenant; and I know he's too much of a he looked up despairingly to heaven"and ye, poor dar. jintleman to turn away a man that has lived upon his ho. lins of my heart! Is this the news I'm to have for you nor's estate father and son-for upwards of two hundre whin I go home? As you hope for mercy, Sir, don't tur years. My name's Owen,”
away your ear from my petition, that I'd humbly make to “You can't ses him, my good fellow, at this hour. Go yourself. Cowld, and hunger, and hardship are at home to Mr. Mhis Agent: we have company to dinner. before me, yer honor. If you'd be pleased to look at these He never speaks to a tenant on business ; his Agent ma resates, you'd see that I always paid my rent, and 'twas pages all that. Please, leave the way, here's more com sickness and the hard times Pany."
“ And your own honesty, industry, and good conduct," As he uttered the last word, he pushed Owen back, who, said the Agent, giving a dark and malignant sneer at his. forgetting that the stairs were behind him, fell-received “ Carthy, it shall be my business to see that you do të a severe cut, and was so completely stunned, that he lay spread a bad spirit through the tenantry much longer. Sir
, senseless and bleeding. Another carriage drove up, as the you have heard the fellow's admission. It is an implied fellow, now much alarmed, attempted to raise him from threat that he will give us much serious trouble. There is the steps, and, by orders of the gentleman who came in it, not such another incendiary on your property--not olie he was brought into the hall. The circumstance now made upon my honour." some noise. It was whispered about, that one of Mr's “ Sir,” said a servant, “ dinner is on the table." tenants, a drunken fellow from the country, wanted to “ Sinclair," said his landlord, “ give him another crown, break in forcibly to see him; but then it was also asserted, and tell him to trouble me no more.” Saying which, he and that his skull was broken, and that he lay dead in the hall. the Agent went up to the drawing-room, and, in a moment, Several of the gentlemen above stairs, on hearing that a man Owen saw a large party sweep down stairs, full of glee and had been killed, immediately assembled about him, and by vivacity, among whom both himself and his distresses were the means of restoratives, he soon recovered, though the as completely forgotten as if they had never existed. blood streamed copiously from the wound in the back of He now slowly departed, and knew not whether the his head.
house steward had given him money or not, until he felt it “ Who are you, my good mans” said Mr. S.
in his hand. A cold, sorrowful weight lay upon his heart; Owen looked about him rather vacantly, but soon col- the din of the town deadened his affliction into a stupar : lected himself, and repliei, in a mournful and touching tone but an overwhelming sense of his disappointment, and a of voice“ I am one of your honor's tenants, from Tubber conviction of the Agent's diabolical falsehood, enterol, like Derg; my name is Owen M'Carthy, your honor, that is, if barbed arrows, into his heart. you be Mr.
On leaving the steps, he looked up to Heaven in the dis“ And pray, what brought you to town, M‘Carthy ?” traction of his agonizing thoughts; the clouds were black
“ I wanted to make an humble appale to your honor's and lowering; the wind stormy, and as it carried them on feelins, in regard of my bit of farm. I and my poor fami- its dark wing along the sky, he wished, if it were the will ly, your honour, have been broken down by hard times and of God, that his head lay in the quiet grave-yard where the the sickness of the sason. God knows how they are." ashes of his forefathers reposed in peace. But he again
"If you wish to speak to me about that, nuy good man, remembered his Kathleen and their children, and the large you must know I refer all these matters to my agent--go tears of anguish, deep and bitter, rolled' slowly down dis to him; he knows them best ; and whatever is right and cheeks. proper to be done for you, he will do it. Sinclair, give him We will not trace him into an hospital, whither the a crown, and send him to the - Dispensary to get his wound on his head occasioned him to be sent, but simply head dressed. I say, Carthy, go to my agent; he knows state, that, on the second week after this, whether your claim is just or not, and will attend to it ac- head' bound in a handkerchief, lame, bent, and evidentis cordingly.”
labouring under severe illness or great pliction, might be “ Plase your honor, I've been wid him, and he says he seen toiling slowly up the little hill that commanded a view can do nothin' whatsomever for me. I went two or three of Tubber Derg. On reaching the top, he sat down to rest times, and could'nt see him, he was so busy; and when I for a few minutes, but his eye wassengerly turned to the did get a word or two wid him, he tould me there was more house which contained all that was dear to him on this offered for my land than I'm payin'; and that, if I did not earth. The sun was setting, and shone with half his disk pay up, I must be put out-God help me !"
visible, in that dim and cheerless splendour which producer * But I tell you, Carthy, I never interfere bet treen him almost in every temperament a feeling of melancholy. His and my tenants." « Och,
indeed, and it would be well both for your hon spicuous an object in the view, was now, from the darkness or's tinants and yourself
, if you did, Sir. Your honor of its walls, scarcely discernible. The position of the sur ought to know, sir, more’about us, and how we're thrated. too, rendered it more difficult to be seen, and Owen, for it I'm an honest man, Sir, and I tell you so for your good." was he, shaded his eyes with his hand to survey it more
“ And pray, Sir," said the agent, stepping forward, for distinctly. Many a harrowing thought and remembrance he had arrived a few minutes before, and heard the last ob- passed through his mind, as his eye traced its dim outline servation of M-Carthy, « pray, how are they treated, you in the fading light. Ho had done his dutyhe had gone that know so well, and are so honest a man ?-As for ho to the fountain-head, with a hope that his simple story of nesty, you might have referred to me, for that, I think," afliction might be heard , but all was fruitless: the auly he added.
gleam of hope that opened upon their misery bad dat “ , ever. ly. Sir, you needn't look at me, for I'm not afeerd to aching forehead with distract pu as he thought of this ; spake the thruth; no bullyin', Sir, will make me say any then clasped his hands bitterly, and groaned aloud thing in your favour that you don't desarve. You've brok
At length he rose, and proceded with great difficulty,
a man with his
He pressed his
for the short rest had stiffened his weak and fatigued joints. agin, father; an' this was afther herself an' all of them had As he approached home his heart sank ; and as he as. kissed me afore. But och! och! Blessed Mother, Frank, cended the blood-red stream which covered the bridle-way where's my Kathleen and the rest ?-and why are they out zhat led to his house, what with fatigue and affliction, his of their own poor place ?" agitation weakened him so much that he stopped, and “Owen, I tould you a while agone, that you must be a Jeaned on his staff several times, that he might take breath. man. I gave you the worst news first, and what's to come
“ It's too dark, maybe, for them to see me, or poor doesn't signify much. It was too dear; for if any man Kathleen woulu send the darlins to give me the she dha could live upon it, you could you have neither house nor ceha. Kathleen, avourneen machree, how my heart beats home, Owen, nor land. An ordher came from the Agintwid long to see you, asthore, and to see the weeny crathurs your last cow was taken, so was all you had in the worldglory be to Him that has left them to me-praise and hem-barrin'a thrifle. No, bad manners to it-no, you're glory to His name !”.
not widout a home, any way--the fainily's in my barn, He was now within a few perches of the door; but a brave and comfortable, compared to what your own house sudden nisgiving shot across his heart when he saw it shut, was, that let in the wather through the roof like a sieve; and no appearance of smoke from the chimney, nor of stir and while the same barn's to the fore, never say you want a or life about the house. He advanced
home." * Mother of glory, what's this ! -_-but, wait, let me rap “ God bless you, Frank, for that goodness to them and agia. Kathleen-Kathleen-are you widin, avourneen? me. If you're not rewarded for it here, you will in a betther Owen-Alley-arn't yees widin, childhre ? Alley, sure place. Och, i long to see Kathleen and the childher! But I'n come back to yees all !” and he rapped more loudly I'm fairly broken down, Frank, and hardly able to mark the
than before. A dark breeze swept through the bushes ground; and, indeed, no wondher, if you knew but all, still she spoke, but no voice nor sound proceeded from the house ; let God's will be done! Poor Kathleen, I must bear up
alt was still as death within. « Alley !" he called once afore her, or she'll break her heart, for I know how she more to his little favourite ; “ I'm come home wid some loved the goolden-haired darlin' that's gone from us. Och, thing for you, asthore; I didn't forget you, alanna_1 and how did she go, Frank, for I left her betther ?” brought it from Dublin all the way-Alley !” but the “Why, the poor girsha took a relapse, and wasn't strong gloomy murmur of the blast was the only reply.
enough to bear up against the last attack ; but its one comPerhaps the most intense of all that he knew as misery fort to you to know that she's happy." was that which he then felt; but this state of suspense was Owen stood for a moment, and looking solemnly in his soon terminated by the appearance of a neighbour who was neighbour's face, exclaimed, in a deep and exhausted voice, passing.
“ Frank !" “ Why, thin, Owen, but yer welcome home agin, my “What are you going to say, Owen ?” poor fellow; and I'm sorry that I havn't betther news for “ The beart widin me's broke-broke !" you, and so are all of us."
The large tears rolled down his weather-beaten cheeks, He whom he addressed had almost lost the power of and he proceeded in silence to the house of his friend. speech :
There was, however, a feeling of sorrow in his words and « Prank," said he, and he wrug his hand. “Whatmanner which Frank could not withstand. He grasped what? was death among them? for the sake of Heaven Owen's hand, and, in a low and broken voice, simply said spake!"
Keep your spirits up-keep them up." The severe pressure he received in return ran like a shock When they came to the barn in which his helpless family of paralysis to his heart. “Owen, you must be a man; had taken up their temporary residence, Owen stood for a every one pities yees, and may the Almighty pity and sup- moment to collect himself; but he was nervous, and trembled port yees! She is indeed, Owen, gone; the weeny fair-haired with repressed emotion. They then entered ; and Kathleen, child, your favourite Alley, is gone. Yestherday she was on seeing her beloved and affectionate husband, threw herberrid; and dacently the nabours attinded the place, and self on his bosom, and for some time felt neither joy nor sorsent in, as far as they had it, both mate and dhrink to Kath row she had swooned. The poor man embraced her with leen and the other ones. Now, Owen, you've heard it; trust a tenderness at once mournful and deep. The children, on in God, an' be a man.”
seeing their father safely returned, forgot their recent grief, A deep and convulsive throe shook him to the heart and clung about him with gladness and delight. In the "Gone!- the fair-haired one! Alley !_Alley!--the pride mean time Kathleen recovered, and Owen for many minutes of both our hearts; the sweet, the quiet, and the sorrow could not check the loud and clamorous grief_now revived ful child, that seldom played wid the rest, but kept wid by the presence of her husband with which the heart-broken mys! Oh, my darlin', my darlin'!_gone from my eyes and emaciated mother deplored her departed child; and Owen for ever! God of glory! won't you support me this night himself on once more looking among the little ones-on seeof sorrow and misery!' with a sudden yet profound sense ing her little frock hanging up, and her stool vacant by the fire of humility, he dropped on his knees at the threshold, and, on missing her voice, and her blue laughing eyes, and reas the tears rolled down his convulsed cheeks, exclaimed, in membering the affectionate manner in which, as with a prea barst of sublime piety, not at all uncommon among our sentiment of death, she held up her little mouth, and offered peasantry_"I thank you, O my God! I thank you, an' the last kiss -he slowly pulled the toys and cakes he had I put myself an' my weeny ones, my pastchee boght, into purchased for her out of his pocket, surveyed them for a your hands. I thank you, o God, for what has happened! moment, and then putting his hands on his face, bent his Keep me up and support memoch, I want it! you loved the head upon his bosom, and wept with the vehement outweony one and you took her ; she was the light of my eyes pouring of a father's sorrow. and the pulse of my broken heart; but you took her, blessed The reader perceives that he was a meek man; that Father of heaven! an' we can't be angry wid you for so his passions were not dark nor violent; he bore no revenge doin! Stiu if you had spared her-if-if-oh, blessed Fa- to those who neglected or injured him, and in this he differ. ther my heart was in the very one you took-but I thank ed from too many of his countrymen. No; his spirit was you, O God! May she rest in pace, now and for ever, Amin!” | broken down with sorrow, and had not room for the fiercer
He then rose up, and slowly wiping the tears from his and more destructive passions. His case excited general eyos, departed.
pity. Whatever his neighbours could do to sooth him, and “Let me hould your arm, Frank, dear,” said he. “I'm alleviate his affliction, was done. His farm was not taken ; weak and tired wid a long journey. 'Och, an' can it be that for fearful threats were held ont against those who might she's gone, the fair-haired colleen! When I was lavin' venture to occupy it. In these threats he had nothing to home, an' had kissed them all—'twas the first time we ever do ; on the contrary, he strongly deprecated them. Their parted, Kathleen and I, since our marriage--the blessed existence, however, was deemed by the agent sufficient to child came over an' held up her mouth, sayin', “Kiss me justify him in his callous and malignant severity towards
Owen.-( To be concluded next week.)
" I should like to see this artist change horses at the
MODERN TRAVELLING. "
whose « backs are getting down instead of up in their
work"— some " that won't hold an ounce down hill, for May we be permitted to make a little demand on our draw an ounce np"-others that kick over the poole te readers' fancy, and suppose it possible, that a worthy old day, and over the bars the next," in short all the reprobstre, gentleman of this said year-1742—had fallen comfortably styled in the road slang bokickers, are sent to work there asleep à la Dodswell, and never awoke till Monday morn- six miles because here they have nothing to do but to gal: ing last in Piccadilly ? “What coach, your honour ?" lop-not a pebble as big as a nutmeg on the road, and sa says a ruffian-looking fellow, much like what he might even, that it would not disturb the equilibrium of a spirito have been had he lived a hundred years back. “I wish to level. go home to Exeter,” replies the old gentleman, mildly. The coach, however, goes faster and faster over the hai. “ Just in time, your honour, here she comes-them there pital ground, as the “bokickers" feel their legs, and the grey horses_where's your luggage ?" 66 Don't be in a collars get warm to their shoulders ; and having ten ont. hurry," observes the stranger ; " that's a gentleman's car. sides, the luggage of the said ten, and a few extra packages riage." " It ain't ! I tell you,” says the cad, “it's the besides on the roof, she rolls rather more than is pleasan', Comet, and you must be as quick as lightning. Nolens although the centre of gravity is pretty well kept down by volens, the remonstrating old gentleman is shoved into the four not slender insides, two well-laden boots, and than Comet, by a cad at each elbow, having been three times as- | huge trunks in the slide. The gentleman of the last (04sured his luggage is in the hind boot, and twice three times tury, however, becomes alarmed ;-is sure the horses are denied having ocular demonstration of the fact.
running away with the coach-declares he perceives by the However, he is now seated—and, “What gentleman is shadow, that there is nobody on the box, and can sæ the going to drive us ?” is his first question to his fellow-pas- reins dangling about the horses' heels. He attempts : sengers. “ He is no gentleman, sir," says a person who look out of the window, but his fellow-traveller dissuades sits opposite to him, and who happens to be a proprietor of him from doing so :—“ You may get a shot in your eyes the coach. “He has been on the Comet ever since she start from the wheel. Keep your head in the coach, its all ed, and is a very steady young man.” “Pardon my ignor- right, depend on't. We always spring 'em over this stage." ance,” replies the regenerated ; “ from the cleanliness of Persuasion is useless ; for the horses increase their speel, his person, the neatness of his apparel, and the language he and the worthy old gentleman looks out. But what dos made use of, I mistook him for some enthusiastic Bachelor he see? Death and destruction before his eyes ?-No: 10 of Arts, wishing to become a charioteer after the manner of his surprise he finds the coachman firm at his post, and in the Ilustrious Ancients.” “ You must have been long in the act of taking a pinch of snuff from the gentleman who foreign parts, sir," observes the proprietor. In five minutes sits beside him on the bench, his horses going at the rate or less, after this parley commenced, the wheels went round, of three nuiles in the minute at the time.
6 But suppa and in another five the coach arrived at Hyde Park gate ; any thing should break, or a linch-pin should give ray but long before it got there, the worthy gentleman of 1742 and let a wheel loose?" is the next appeal to the cometa (set down by his fellow-travellers for either a little cracked, nicative but not very consoling proprietor. “Nothing fax or an emigrant from the Backwoods of America) exclaimed, break, sir," is the reply: “ all of the very best stuff ; axle “ What ! off the stones already?" “ You have never been trees of the best K. Q. iron, faggotted edgeways, wil on the stones," observes his neighbour on his right ; bedded in the timbers; and as for linch-pins, we have not stones in London, now, sir," « But we are going at a great one about the coach. We use the best patent boxes that rate," exclaims again the stranger. 66 Oh no, sir," says are inanufactured. In short, sir, you are as safe in it as if the proprietor 6 we never go fast over this stage. We have you were in your bed.” « Bless me,” exclaims the old time allowed in consequence of being subject to interrup- man, “ what improvements! And the roads!!!" "They tions, and we make it up over the lower ground.” Five
are at perfection,” says the proprietor ; ( no horse wall: 1 and-thirty minutes, however, bring them to the noted town yard in this coach between London and Exeter-all on!: of Brentford. “ Hah!" says the old man, becoming young ting ground now." “ A little galloping ground, I fear.” again“ what, no improvement in this filthy place ? Is whispers the senior to himseif !" But who has effectent all old Brentford still here? a national disgrace!"
this improvement in your paving?"
« An Americana In five minutes under the hour the Comet arrives at the name of M'Adam," was the reply_“but coachmen call Hounslow, to the great delight of our friend, who by this him the Colossus of Roads. Great things have likerisa time waxed hungry, not having broken his fast before been done in cutting through hills and altering the course starting. “ Just fifty-five minutes and thirty-seven seconds," of roads; and it is no uncommon thing now-a-days to me says he, “from the time we left London !-wonderful fonr horses trotting away merrily down hill on that ters travelling, gentlemen, to be sure, but much too fast to be ground where they formerly were seen walking up hill." safe. However, thank heaven, we are arrived at a good.
“ And pray, my good sir, what sort of horses may you looking house ; and now, uaiter ! hope you have got have over the next stage " « Oh, sir, no more bokiekers, breakf," Before the last syllable, however, of the word It is hilly and severe ground, and requires cattle strong and could be pronounced, the worthy old gentleman's head staid. You'll see four as fine horses put to the coach al struck the back of the coach by a jerk, which he could not Staines as you ever saw in a nobleman's carriage in Fort account for, (the fact was, three of the four fresh horses life.” “Then we shall have no more galloping-110 were bolters,) and the waiter, the inn, and indeed Houns- springing them as you term it ?" « Not quite so fast over de low itself, disappeared in the twinkling of an eye. Never
next ground,” replied the proprietor; but he will make did such a succession of doors, windows, and window-shut- good play over some part of it; for example, when die gets ters pass so quickly in his review before—and he hoped they ihree parts down a hill he lets them loose, and cheats them might never do so again. Recovering, however, a little out of half the one they have to ascend from the bottom of from his surprise--" My dear sir,” said he, “ you told me In short, they are half way up it before a horse we were to change horses at Hounslow ” Surely, they touches his collar; and we must take every advantage will are not so inhuman as to drive these poor animals another such a fast coach as this, and one that loads so well, or in stage at this unmerciful rate!” “Change horses, sir ! says should never keep our time. We are now to a minute, in the proprietor ; - why we changed them whilst you were fact, the country people no longer look at the sun when putting on your spectacles, and looking at your watch. Only they want to set their clocks; they look only to the Comet one minute allowed for it at Hounslow, and it is often done But depend upon it, you are quite safe ; we have nothing but in fifty seconds hy those nimble-fingered horse-keepers.” first-rate artists on this coach.” “ Artists ! Artiste !" “ You astonish me—but really I do not like to go so fast.” bles the old gentleman, “ we had no such terin as thal. “Oh, sir, we always spring them over these six miles. It is what we call the hospital ground.” phrase is presently interpreted; it intimates that horses appearance of magic" Presto, Jack, and begone!" From the liveliest article in the last Quarterly Review.
all means ; you will be much gratified. It is done with a
" Why, yes,
quickness and ease almost incredible to any one who has Our friend, however, will have no more of it. only read or heard of it; but use becomes second nature the coach at Bagshot, congratulating himself on the safeiy with us. Even in my younger days it was always half-an- of his limbs. hour's work--sometimes more."
The worthy old gentleman is now shown into a room, The coach arrives at Staines, and the ancient gentleman and, after warming his hands at the fire, rings the bell for puts his intentions into effect,—though he was near being the waiter. A well-dressed person appears, whom he of again too late ; for by the time he could extract his hat from course takes for the landlord. “ Pray, sir,” says he, “have the netting that suspended it over his head, the leaders had you any slow coach down this road to-day ?" been taken from their bars, and were walking up the yard sir," replies John; “we shall have the Regulator down in towards their stables. On perceiving a fine, thorough-bred an hour.” “Just right,” said our friend, " it will enable horse led towards the coach with a twitch fastened tightly to me to break my fast, which I have not done to-day.” his nose, he exclaims, “ Holloa, Mr. Horsekeeper! You “Oh, sir," observes John, “these here fast drags be the are going to put an unruly horse in the coach.” " What! | ruin of us. 'Tis all hurry scurry, and no gentleman hias this here oss?" growls the man;“ the quietest hanimal alive, time to have nothing on the road. What will you take, sir !" as he shoves him to the near side of the pole. At this sir ?. Mutton-chops, veal-cutlets, beaf-steaks?" moment, however, the coachman is heard to say, in some At the appointed time, the Regulator appears at the door. what of an under tone, “ Mind what you are about, Bob; It is a strong, well-built drag, painted what is called chocodon't let him touch the roller-bolt." In thirty seconds late colour ; bedaubed all over with gilt letters-a bull's more, they are off-" the staid and steady team,” so styled head on the doors, a Saracen's head on the hind boot-and by the proprietor in the coach. “Let 'em go, and take care drawn by four strapping horses , but it wants the neatness of yourselves," says the artist, so soon as he was firmly seated of the other. The passengers may be, by a shade or two, upon his box. With this, the near leader rears right on end, of a lower order than those who had gone forward with and if the rein had not been yielded to him at the instant, he the Comet ; nor perhaps is the coachman quite so refined would have fallen backwards on the head of the pole. The as the one we have just taken leave of. He has not the moment the twitch was taken from the nose of the thor- neat white hat, the clean doeskin gloves, the well-cut ough-bred near-wheeler, he drew himself back to the extent trousers, and dapper frock, but still his appearance is reof his pole-chain-his fore-legs stretched out before him— spectable, and perhaps in the eyes of many, more in charand then, like a lion loosened from his toil, made a snatch acter with his calling. Neither has he the agility of the at the coach that would have broken two pair of traces of artist on the Comet, for he is nearly double his size ; but 1742. A steady and good. whipped horse, however, his part- he is a strong, powerful man, and might be called a pattern ner, started the coach himself, with a gentle touch of the card of the heavy coachman of the present day—in other thong, and away they went off together. But the thorough- words, a man who drives a coach which carries sixteen bred one was very far from being comfortable; it was in passengers instead of fourteen, and is rated at eight miles vain that the coachman tried to sooth him with his voice, in the ur instead of ten. “What room in the Regula. or stroked him with the crop of his tool, i. c. whip. He tor ?" says our friend to the waiter, as he comes to announce drei three parts of the coach, and cantered for the first its arrival. “Full inside, sir, and in front, but you'll have mile, and when he did settle down to his trot, his snorting the backgammon board all to yourself, and your luggage is could be heard by the passengers, being as much as to say, in the hind boot.” “ Backgammon board ! Pray what's " I was not born to be a slave.” In fact, as the proprietor that? Do you not mean the basket ?" “Oh no, sir," says now observed, “ he had been a fair plate horse in his time, Jolın, smiling—“no such a thing on the road now. It is but his temper was always queer.”
the hind-dickey, as some call it; where you'll be as conAfter the first shock was over, the Conservative of the fortable as possible, and can sit with your back or your 18th century felt comfortable. The pace was considerably face to the coach, or both, if you like.” “ Ali, ah,” collslower than it had been over the last stage, but he was un tinues the old gentleman; “ something new again, I pre. conscious of the reason for its being diminished. It was to
However, the mystery is cleared up; the ladder is accommodate the queer temper of the race-horse, who, if he reared to the hind wheel, and the gentleman safely seated had not been humoured at starting, would never have set on the backgammon board. tled down to his trot, but have ruffled all the rest of the Before ascending to his place, our friend has cast his eye team. He was also surprised, if not pleased, at the quick on the team that is about to convey him to Hertford bridge, rate at which they were ascending hills which, in his time, the next stage on the great western road, and he perceives he should have been asked by the coachman to have walked it to be of a different stamp from that which he had seen mp_but h is pleasure was short-lived ; the third hill they taken from the coach at Bagshot. It consisted of four descended, produced a return of his agony. This was what moderate-sized horses, full of power, and still fuller of conis termed on the road a long fall of ground, and the coach dition, but with a fair sprinkling of blood-in short, the rather pressed upon the horses. The temper of the race eye of a judge would have discovered something about them horse became exhausted; breaking into a canter, he was of not very unlike galloping. “ All right !" cried the guard, little use as a wheeler, and there was then nothing for it taking his key-bugle in his hand; and they proceeded up but a gallop.
The leaders only wanted the signal; and the village, at a steady pace, to the tune of “Scots wha the point of the thong being thrown lightly over their backs, hae with Wallace bled," and continued at that pace for the they were off like an arrow out of a bow : but the rocking first five miles. “ I am landed," thinks our friend to himself, of the coach was awful, and more particularly so to the Unluckily, however, for the humane and cautious old gen. passengers on the roof. Nevertheless, she was not in dan- tlemen, even the Regulator was now to show tricks. Alger; the master-hand of the artist kept her in a direct line; though what now is called a slow coach, she is timed at and meeting the opposing ground, she steadied, and all was eight miles in the hour through a great extent of country, right. The newly-awakened gentleman, however, begins and must of course make play where she can, being strongly to grumble again. “ Pray, my good sir,” says he anxious opposed by hills lower down the country, trifling as these ly_-"do use your authority over your coachman, and insist hills are, no doubt, to what they once were. The Regulipon his putting the drag-chain on the wheel, whén descendlator, moreover, loads well, not only with passengers but ing the next hill.” “I have no such authority,” replies with luggage ; and the last five miles of this stage, called the proprietor.
“ It is true, we are now drawn by my the Hertford-bridge flat, have the reputation of being the horses, but I cannot interfere with the driving of them.” best five miles for a coach to be found at this time in Eng" But is he not your servant ?” “ He is sir, but I con land. The ground is firm, but elastic; the surface undutract to work the coach so many miles in so many hours, lating, and therefore favourable to draught; always dry, and he engages to drive it, and each is subject to a tine if not a shrub being near it ; nor is there a stone upon it the time be not kept on the road. On so fast a coach as much larger than a marble. These advantages, then, are this, every advantage must be taken, and if we were to drag not lost to the Regulator, or made use of without sore disdown such hills as these, we should never reach Exeter to com posure to the solitary tenant of her backgammon day."
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Any one that has looked into books will very readily | tleman starts from his seat, having dreamed the horses were account for the lateral motion, or rocking, as it is termed, running away with the coach, and so, no doubt, they might of a coach, being greatest at the greatest distance from the be. He is, however, determined to convince himself of the horses(as the tail of a paper kite is in motion whilst the fact, though the passengers assure him, “all's right" “ Don't body remains at rest)-and more especially when laden put your head out of the window,” says one of them, you as this coach was the greater part of the weight being will lose your hat to a certainty ;" but advice is seldea forward. The situation of our friend then was once more listened to by a terrified man, and next moment a stentorian deplorable. The Regulator takes but twenty-three min- | voice is heard, crying, “ stop coachman, stop-I have lost utes for those celebrated five miles, whieh cannot be done my hat and wig !" The coachman hears him not-and in without “ springing the cattle" now and then ; and it was another second the broad wheels of a down waggon hara in one of the very best of their gallops of that day, that for ever demolished the lost head-gear. But here we menti they were met by the coachman of the Comet, who was leave our adventurous Gilpin of 1742. We have taken a returning with his up coach. When coming out of rival great liberty with him, it is true, but we are not without yards, coachmen never fail to cast an eye to the loading of our precedent. One of the best chapters in Livy, contain their opponents on the road, and now that of the nalty the history of “an event which never took place" In Artist of the Comet experienced a high treat. He had a the full charm of his imagination, the historian bringe full view of his quondam passenger, and thus described his Alexander into Italy, where he never was in his life, ani situation. He was seated with his back to the horses_his displays him in his brightest colours. We father our sint ! arms extended to each extremity of the guard-irons—his then, upon the Patavinian. teeth set grim as death-- his eyes cast down towards the ground, thinking the less he saw of his danger the better.
SATURDAY EVENING. There was what is called a top heavy-load-perhaps a ton of luggage on the roof, and, it may be, not quite in obedience to the Act of Parliament standard. There were also two
BY DR. BOWRING. horses at wheel whose strides were of rather unequal length,
The week is past, the Sabbath-dawn comes on. and this operated powerfully on the coach. In short, the
Rest-rest in peace-thy daily toil is done ; lurches of the Regulator were awful at the moment of the
And standing, as thou standest on the brink Comet passing her. A tyro in mechanics would have ex
Of a new scene of being, calmly think claimed, “ the centre of gravity must be lost, the centrifu.
Of what is gone, is now, and soon shall be,
As one that trembles on Eternity. gal force will have the better of it-over she must go ! The centre of gravity having been preserved, the coach
For, sure as this now closing week is past, arrives safe at Hertford bridge-but the old gentleman has
So sure advancing Time will close my last; again had enough of it. “I will walk into Devonshire,"
Sure as to-morrow, shall the awful light
Of the eternal morning hail my sight. said he, as he descended from his perilous exaltation. What did that rascally waiter mean by telling me it was a
Spirit of good! on this week's verge I stand, slow coach ? and, moreover, look at the luggage on the
Tracing the guiding influence of thy hand; roof!" “Only regulation height, sir," says the coachman,
That hand, which leads me geptly, kindly, still, “we arn't allowed to have it an inch higher :-sorry we can't
Up life's dark, stony, tiresomne, thorny hill ; please you, sir, but we will try and make room for you in
Thou, thou, in every storm has sheltered me “ Fronti nulla fides," mutters the worthy to him
Beneath the wing of thy benignity: self, as he walks tremblingly into the house--adiling “I
A thousand graves my footsteps circumvent, shall not give this fellow a shilling, he is dangerous.''
And I exist thy mercies' monument ! The Regulator being off, the waiter is again applied to.
A thousand writhe upon the bed of pain“ What do you charge per mile posting ?" 4 One and six
I live-and pleasure flows through ev'ry vein. Bless me! just double! Let me see two
Want o'er a thousand wretches waves her wandhundred miles, at two shillings per mile, postboys, turn
I, circled by ten thousand mercies, stand. pikes, &c. L.20. This will never do. Have you no coach
How can I praise thee, Father! how express that does not carry luggage on the top ?” “Oh yes, sir,"
My debt of reverence and of thankfulness ! replies the waiter, “ we shall have one to-night, that is not
A debt that no intelligence can count, allowed to carry a band-box on the roof.” « That's the
While every moment swells the vast amount. coach for me ; pray what do you call it ?". “ The Quick
For the week's duties thou hast given me strength, silver mail, sir; one of the best out of London-Jack White And brought me to its peaceful close at length; and Tom Brown, pick'd coachmen, over this ground-Jack And here, my grateful bosom fain would rise, White down to-night.” “Guarded and lighted ?”
A fresh memorial to thy glorious praise. sir; blunderbusss and pistols in the sword-case; lamp each side the coach, and one under the foot board—see to
A MAXIM OVERTURNED. pick up a pin the darkest night of the year.” “Very fast ?" "Tis held that nought's so light as air, “Oh no, sir, just keeps time, and that's all.” “ That's the
Yet when for window tax they levy, coach for me, then," repeats our hero; " and I am sure ,
The maxim we refute ; and swear shall feel at my ease in it. I suppose it is what used to be
That air thus charg'd comes dcuced heavy. called the Old Mercury.". Unfortunately, the Devonport (commonly called the
CONTENTS OF NO. XXVII. Quicksilver mail) is half a mile in the hour faster then Mr. Stuart's Three Years in America, (Continued).. most in England, and is, indeed, one of the miracles of the Person and Manners of Cowper...... road. Let us, then, picture to ourselves our anti-reformer Biographical Sketch-Susanna Annesley, the Mother of John snugly seated in this mail, on a pitch-dark night in No Wesley..... vember. It is true she has no luggage on the roof, nor
Singular Circumstance at West Meath Assizes.....
The Identical Lawrie Tod... much to incommode her elsewhere, but she is a mile in the hour faster than the Comet, at least three miles quicker
COLUMN FOR THE Ladies--Fortunate Mistake--Cupid and
Minerva.......... than the Regulator; and she performs more thau half her journey by lamplight. It is needless to say, then, our se
The Story.Teller-Tubber Derg; or, the Red Well........
Modern Travelling... nior soon finds out his mistake, but there is no remedy at
Saturday Evening.. hand, for it is the dead of night, and all the inns are shut up. He must proceed, or be left behind in a stable. The elimax of his misfortunes then approaches. Nature being exhausted, sleep comes to his aid, and he awakes on a stage which is called the fastest on the journey,—it is four miles of ground, and twelve minutes is the time!
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