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and he once got the better of a clergyman whose actions 

 were strangely at variance with his admonitions. 



Regular attendance at church was scarcely a typical 

 feature of the old coachmen, but Bayzand always made 

 a point of visiting St. Mary's to hear the University 

 sermon. One Monday morning when he started from 

 the Mitre with his four long-tailed blacks, he had the 

 preacher of the previous day on the box-seat beside him, 

 and three fellows of New College on the seat behind. 



At the bottom of Hinksey Hill Bayzand politely 

 requested them all to get out and walk, which they did, 

 though the clergyman evidently thought it would entail 

 loss of time, for he asked rather pointedly what time the 

 coach was due at Whitchurch. 



"One o'clock, sir," replied Bayzand. 



During the next stage there occurred another steep 

 hill and Bayzand asked his passengers to get down and 

 ease the horses. 



"Coachman," cried the clergyman in evident annoy- 

 ance, ''''what time did you say we were due at Whit- 

 church?" 



"At one o'clock, sir," reiterated Bayzand. 



At the third hill, he once more appealed to them to 

 walk, and the clergyman's anger could no longer be con- 

 tained. 



"Coachman," he said irritably, "you will never get 

 to Whitchurch at this rate. Why don't you drive the 

 horses faster? Pitch into them right and left and make 

 them gallop." 



"Oh, sir," cried Bayzand in pretended horror, "I 



