ON COACHMEN. 259 



Another specimen of road lingo is to be found in the 

 following story. A few years ago a certain baronet, very 

 fond of the road, gave a wedding dinner to a coachman 

 at his own house, and the description of the nuptial 

 banquet, by one of his brother whips who was invited to 

 the wedding, was as follows : ' I walks in as free as air. 

 Hangs up my hat upon a peg behind the door. Sits myself 

 down by the side of a young woman they calls a lady's 

 maid, and gets as well acquainted with her in five minutes 

 as if I had known her for seven year. When we goes to 

 dinner we has a little soup to start with, and a dish of 

 fish they calls trout, spotted for all the world like any 

 coach dog. A loin of veal as white as halley-blaster, the 

 kidney fat as big as the crown of my hat ; I ain't lying, so 

 help me G — ! A couple of ducks stuffed with sage and 

 inions, fit for any lord, and a pudding you might have 

 drove a coach around. Sherry white, and red Port, 

 more than did us good ; and at last we goes to tea. I 



turns my head short around, and sees Bill making 



rather too free. Stop, says I, Bill, that won't do. No- 

 thing won't do here but what's quite genteel.' 



Horse-keepers :.re a useful body of men, and if they do 

 their duty by their employers, their places are no sinecures. 

 Some of their remarks while their coach is changing 

 horses are by no means bad. I heard of the following 

 remonstrance of one of them with his coachman a short 

 time since : ' Why, coachman, now what's the use of 

 your halways being a haltercating along with me. You 

 knows that there mare won't go leader as well as I do, 

 and yet you lays all that there job last night to me.' 



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