The Coachmaster 



" But I haven't got any money," said the 

 man, raising a tired, sweaty face. 



" Get up with you get up with you, for 

 God's sake, and don't stand there talking 

 about money! " cried my Father ; and when 

 the fellow, red with pleasure, had scrambled 

 up, there began a quaint enough conversa- 

 tion, my Father's part being purely cate- 

 chetical. 



"Married.^" asked my Father, looking 

 over his shoulder at his passenger. 



''Yes." 



" Good woman ? " 



''Yes." 



"Got work?" 



" No." 



" Don't drink .^ " 



"No." 



On our arriving at the next hostelry, 

 where we changed horses and my Father's 

 meal awaited him, he said to the young 

 man, " Now, lad, you must run into that 

 little parlour ; you'll find some capital beef 

 and lettuce and a mug of ale there : get 

 along and make the best of your time." 

 And he did, and I ate, too, while my 

 Father chatted with the landlord and con- 

 tented himself with a bit of bread and 

 cheese. 



We landed the poor fellow in London, 

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