214 COAHHING. 



sopher. I never got iDto a buggy, handled 

 the ribbons, rattled the hired horse alouo- at 

 a crack-skull pace of twelve miles an hour, 

 Avhich generally ended in an upset, without 

 reflecting on the above quoted authority which, 

 being interpreted, means it is wormwood to 

 be immersed in a wet ditch, but pleasant 

 enough to get out again. 



Poor defunct Jem Revell, of the "Pelican," 

 Newbury, was my tutor. Under his auspices 

 I first mounted the box of a tandem, learned 

 the elegant and indispensable accomplishment 

 of driving that most dangerous vehicle, and 

 studied the appalling manoeuvre of turning 

 out of a narrow inn-yard into a densely 

 populated street. Every day, after hours de- 

 voted to study, was my drive repeated, until 

 in process of time inexperience was conquered, 

 and, " with elbows squared, and wrists turned 

 down," I could catch hold of the wheeler 

 and leader, in grand style — remembering with 

 Horace that " s£epe stijlum vertas," and give 

 the go-by to less dashing whips, with a most 

 condescendino- nod. 



At last, after serving a long and tedious 

 apprenticeship, I reached the long-expected 

 haven of success, and set up a dog-cart and 



