THE YORK ROAD 



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reminiscences of the full life of the Coaching Age — 

 reminiscences of the late arrival of fagged travellers 

 on snowy nights before ample porches, their induction 

 thence, their immediate induction half frozen as they 

 were, into snug parlours adorned with prints of coaches 

 at full gallop, revealed by the light of a fire blazing 

 half-way up the chimney ; — reminiscences too of table 

 comforts considered prodigious in these degenerate days 

 — with good liquor to round the story, and a dreamless 

 sleep between lavender-scented sheets. 



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y/ic George, Siainford. 



The scenes of such comfortable hours spent by an- 

 cestors long since buried, still throng the now almost 

 deserted reaches of the Great North Road ; and some 

 of these old inns, situated in places through which the 

 northern railways pass, still live, careless of the changed 

 condition of things, and tender the same hospitality to 

 passengers alighting from the Great Northern Railway, 

 as they used to tender in days gone by to passengers 

 alighting from the Great York and Edinburgh Mail. 

 At Stamford, for instance, the George still stands where 



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