192 KNOWLEDGE. 



" Do you know what has become of 

 him ? " I asked. 



" Oh, he has gone to the dogs long 

 ago." 



It might have been the third or 

 fourth year of my having left that vi- 

 cinity, and the subject of our conversation 

 was the demerits of that individual, in 

 which I had the gratification of hearing 

 myself handsomely abused, till we pulled 

 up at the " Peahen," St. Albans, where stood 

 the Leicester coach, without horses, and 

 the passengers all at breakfast. 



" What have I to pay ? " said my 

 friend. 



" Five shillings," I replied. 



He immediately tendered me a one- 

 pound note ; I called to the Leicester 

 coachman, who generally stood outside 

 the door, to give me the time of day in 

 passing. 



" Mr. Fossee, have the goodness to give 



