THE SUBURBAN COLLECTOR. 1S5 



the yellow post-chaise and pair, the smart 

 tilbury, the light dennet, the sporting dog-cart, 

 the heavy " bus," the gaudy van, the sable 

 hearse, the hackney-coach, the tilted waggon, 

 and the Whitechapel cart. 



The first object that attracted his notice 

 might have been a ponderous, lumbering, 

 rickety hackney-coach — I write of the days 

 of the fourth George — the arms emblazoned on 

 the panels, showing that it had once seen 

 better days, a remnant of faded greatness. 

 The driver, too, might also have shone in the 

 glittering throng of St. James's on a birthday. 

 And oh, what a sad falling off was there ! 

 Instead of the three-cornered hat of quaint 

 appearance, bedizened with gold lace and 

 feathers and its smart cockade, a rusty brown, 

 low-crowned beaver, with a wisp of straw for 

 a hatband. The gaudy livery had given place 

 to an old faded coat, bought in the purlieus of 

 the Seven-dials. Where are the well-curled wig, 

 the silken hose, the silver-buckled shoes, the 

 bouquet, the white gloves — where ? Echo 

 answers, " Where ?" 



Behind this vehicle might be heard the 

 wheels of a tilbury, guided by an impatient 

 young exquisite in the extreme of fashion, 



