THE ROAD. 
road. A gentleman connected with the first families in 
Wales, and whose father long represented his native 
county in Parliament, horsed and drove one side of the 
ground with Mr. Stevenson ; and Mr. Charles Jones, 
brother to Sir Thomas Tyrwhit Jones, had a coach on it 
called the Pearl, which he both horsed and drove himself. 
The Bognor coach, horsed by the Messrs. Walkers of 
Mitchel Grove, and driven in the first style by Mr. 
John Walker, must also be fresh in the recollection of 
many of our readers ; and Sir Vincent Cotton, one of 
our oldest Baronets, now drives the Age, having pur- 
chased it of Mr. Willan who drove it, and who now 
drives the Magnet on the same road. 
But to return to fast work: the Edinburgh mail 
runs the distance, four hundred miles, in a little over 
forty hours, and we may set our watches by it at 
any point of her journey. Stoppages included, this 
approaches eleven miles in the hour, and much the 
greater part of it by lamplight. The Exeter day-coach, 
the Herald, from the Saracen's head, Snow Hill, runs 
over her ground, a hundred and seventy-three miles, in 
twenty hours admirable performance, considering the 
natural unevenness of the country through which she 
has to pass. The Devonport mail does her work in 
first-rate style, two hundred and twenty-seven miles, in 
twenty-two hours. In short, from London to Chelten- 
ham, Gloucester, Worcester, Birmingham, Norwich, or 
any other place, whose distance does not much exceed 
one hundred miles, is now little more than a pleasant 
