212 AN AMERICAN FARMER IN ENGLAND. 



CHAPTER XXXn. 



Country Carrier's Cart Independent Breakfast Beauty Old Inn 

 Jack up the Chimney Bacon and Bread Beer and Rum Ludlow 

 An Apostolic Church The Poor-House Case of a Broken Heart Re- 

 freshment 



T17E rose the next morning at daybreak, and walked some 

 miles before we saw any body else awake. At the first 

 public house we found open, we stopped to breakfast. In front 

 of it was a carrier's cart a large, heavy, hooped, canvas-topped 

 cart, drawn by one horse. As any body who reads Dickens 

 knows, this kind of rural package-express is a common thing on 

 the English roads, the carrier taking orders of country people for 

 what they need from the towns, and bringing them any parcels 

 they send for ; taking live freight also when he is not otherwise 

 filled up : David Copperfield, for instance. The representative 

 of "Mr. Barkis" and "honest John Peerybingle" was in the 

 kitchen of the public house, and very glad to see us, pressing us 

 politely to drink from his glass, and recommending the ale as the 

 best on the road. 



The house, however, was of a very humble character ; the 

 " good woman" was gone to market, and the landlord, though 

 very amiable and desirous to please, was very stupid and ill- 

 provided. He could not even find us an egg, every thing having 



