ISO COACHING. 



speak of the professional coaclnnan of a century 

 and a half ago, and not of the more gifted ones, 

 and amateurs who came into fashion just before 

 the rail drove horseflesh off the road. If the 

 language of the old whip had not the art of a 

 Sydney Smith, it had the easy style of nature, 

 with expletive beauties more particularly its own. 

 On the Shakspearean principle that "discourse 

 is heavy fasting," the coachman never changed 

 horses at a wayside pubhc-house or inn without 

 fortifying his stomach with a snack. Flowing, 

 natural, anecdotal, and occasionally witty (gar- 

 nished with a few hearty national Attic anathe- 

 mas) was the conversation of the driver in 

 bygone days; while in the science of music he 

 was generally no mean proficient, warbling forth 

 "Robin Adair," "The Thorn," "The wood- 

 pecker tapping the hollow beech-tree," and 

 other popular melodies of the day, to the delight 

 of the outside passeu.o:ers. 



