270 COACHING. 



"I can't," responded my friend. 



" Then turn in down the yard. Take a 

 good sweep, or we shall upset the car- 

 riage." 



We did turn in with no greater damage 

 than carrying away a wooden post, breaking 

 a lamp, rubbing a piece of skin off the 

 near leader, and tearing his rider's Hessian 

 boot. 



A cheer was then heard from the assembled 

 crowd. We jumped off our horses, gave them 

 up to the two postilions, who had hastily de- 

 scended from the carriage, and made our way 

 to the entrance, where the landlord, landlad}', 

 waiter, and ostler stood, looking as much as- 

 tonished as the inhabitants of Edmonton did 

 when Johnny Gilpin made his appearance in that 

 town. Unfortunately Cowper was not with us 

 to immortalise our adventure. 



" Can we have four horses immediately ?" 

 asked Ball Hughes, in his blandest man- 

 ner. 



" The packet starts early for Calais." 

 " First and second turn out !'' shouted the 

 ostler, while mine host could scarcely repress a 

 smile. 



An eclaircissem.ent took place when it ap- 



