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napping, or playing at bowls. But he would 
not acknowledge anything of the kind, and 
the impression on his mind was that they 
kept going (such going as it was), except 
during the time necessarily expended in bait- 
ing the horses, who, I think, were not changed 
— unless indeed it were from bad to worse by 
fatigue. Another friend, a physician at Shef- 
field, told me that one of the first times (per- 
haps he may have said, the first) that a coach 
started for London, he was a_ passenger. 
Without setting out unreasonably early in 
the morning, or travelling late at night, they 
made such progress, that the first night they 
lay at Nottingham, and the second at Market 
Harborough. The third morning they were 
up early, and off at five o’clock; and bya 
Jong pull and a strong pull through a long 
day, they were in time to hear Bow Church 
clock strike eleven or twelve (I forget which) 
as they passed through Cheapside. In fact, 
such things have always seemed to me to be 
worth noting, for you never can tell to what 
extent, or even in what direction, they may 
throw some little ray of light on an obscure 
point of history. On this principle I thought 
it worth while to copy an original bill which 
lately fell into my hands. Many such have 
been reprinted, but I am not aware that this 
one has; and as what is wanted is a series, 
every little may help. It is as follows :— 
YORK Four Dayes 
* Stage-Coach 
“ Begins on Monday the 18 of March 1678. 
: ll that are desirous to pass from London to 
York, or return from York to London or 
any other Place on that Road; Let them Repair 
to the Black Swan in Holborn in London and the 
Black Swan in Cony-Street in York 
“At both which places they may be received in 
a Stage-Coach every Monday, Wednesday, and 
Friday, which performs the whole journey in Four 
days (if God permit) and sets forth by Six in the 
Morning 
“And returns from York to Doncaster in a 
Forenoon, to Newark ina day and a half, to Stam- 
ford in Two days, and from Stamford to London 
in Two days more 
é 
Henry Moulen 
“Performed by + Margaret Gardner 
Francis Gardner.” 
But I cannot deny that, while I have lis- 
tened to, and rejoiced in, these stories, I have 
NOTES AND QUERIES. 
[ No. 3. 
had some doubt whether full justice has been 
done to the other side of the question. I 
have always felt as if I had a sort of guilty 
knowledge of one contradictory fact, which I 
learned between twenty and thirty years ago, 
and which no one whom I have yet met with 
has been able to explain. For this reason I 
am desirous to lay it before you and your 
readers. 
Just one hundred years ago—that is to 
say, on Sunday the 10th of August, 1749— 
two German travellers landed at Harwich. 
The principal one was Stephen Schultz, who 
travelled for twenty years through various 
parts of Europe, Asia, and Africa, in the ser- 
vice of the Callenberg Institution at Halle, of 
which he was afterwards Director, being at 
the same time Pastor of St. Ulrich’s Church 
in that city, where his picture is (or was 
about twenty years ago) to be seen affixed to 
the great pillar next the organ. It repre- 
sents him as an elderly divine in a black cap, 
and with a grave and prediger-like aspect ; 
but there is another likeness of him —an en- 
graved print—in which he looks more like a 
Turk than a Christian. He is dressed ina 
shawl turban, brickdust-red mantle, and the 
rest of the costume which he adopted in his 
Eastern travels. Our business, however, is 
with his English adventures, which must, I 
think, have astonished him as much as any- 
thing that he met with in Arabia, even if, he 
acted all the Thousand and One Nights; on 
the spot. As I have already said, he and his 
companion (Albrecht Friedrich Woltersdorf, 
son of the Pastor of St. George’s Church in 
Berlin), landed at Harwich on Sunday, Au- 
gust 10. They staid there that night, and on 
Monday they walked over to Colchester, 
There (I presume the next morning) they 
took the ‘ Land-Kutsche,” and were barely 
six hours on the road to London. 
This statement seems to me to be so at 
variance with notorious facts, that, but for one 
or two circumstances, I should have quietly 
set it down for a mistake ; but as Ido not feel 
that I can do this, I should be glad to obtain 
information which may explain it. It is no 
error of words or figures, for the writer ex- 
presses very naturally, the surprise which he 
certainly must have felt at the swiftness of 
the horses, and the goodness of the roads. 
He was a man who had seen something of 
