122 COACHING. 



" ' Very well, Misther Byrne,' says be, ' you're 

 my coachman,' says he. 



" Och ! the roar there was in the kitchen whin 

 I wint down and tould the joke !" 



I heard a good story of the philanthropic 

 Peabody, who, though princely in his liberality, 

 did not like to be imposed upon. Upon one 

 occasion he resisted an exorbitant demand, 

 and only gave the car -driver his proper 

 fare ! 



" Bedad !" said the man ; " they may call 

 you Mr. Paybody, but I call you Mr. Pay- 

 nobodv." 



Another instance will suffice. As Sir Walter 

 Scott was riding with a friend in the neighbour- 

 hood of Abbotsford, he came to a field-gate, 

 which an Irish beggar, who happened to be 

 near, hastened to open for him. Sir Walter was 

 desirous of rewarding this civility by the present 

 of sixpence, but found that he had not so small a 

 coin in his purse. 



" Here, my good fellow," said the Baronet, 

 " here is a shilling for you, but mind you owe me 

 sixpence." 



" God bless your honour," exclaimed Pat, 

 " may your honour live till I pay you." 



The Irish car is so peculiar and characteristic 



