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of The Queen's Head, nor his wife, be pre- 

 vailed upon to accept any manner of recom- 

 pense whatsoever. Should these lines come 

 under the notice of that worthy couple, may it 

 afford them some slight pleasure to know that 

 my remembrance of their kindness is as abiding 

 as my gratitude. The distant hedge that skirts 

 the road, begets a recollection of the summer 

 evening when, tired of waiting for the " fly " 

 that tarried beyond its appointed time, two 

 weary anglers started for the station on foot. 

 The air was hot and stifling, we had had a 

 long day, roach -fishing, and, as we tramped 

 along the dusty road, our blessings on the 

 driver and all his kind, were loud and fervent. 

 A third of the distance completed, when, on 

 turning a bend in the road, we came upon our 

 conveyance. But there was no clatter of hoofs, 

 or rumble of wheels, to indicate its presence. 

 One half lay on its side in the ditch, detached 

 from the fore -carriage which, with the Jehu 

 sitting on the head of the prostrate horse, 

 rested in a field on the other side of the broken 



