80 COACHMAN. 



Many years after I left the place of my 

 prosperity, while on my last stage, busi- 

 ness or pleasure called me down to my 

 native county, and on my return I got 

 on the box of the Godalming coach. In 

 the coachman I recognized a very old 

 servant of my father's. After expressing, 

 not in the politest terms, his pleasure at 

 seeing me again, he began conversing on 

 the hardness of the times, comparing them 

 with days of old. 



" Them was the times, when I drove 

 the old Blue for your father out of 

 Portsmouth. Why, I have got more 

 money in one night than, I fancies, you 

 does in six months." 



"Why, how was that?" said I. "I 

 always understood that sailors never gave 

 anything to coachman or guard." 



u Give anything ? We didn't give 'em 

 a chance." 



"Why, how did you manage, then?" 



