Coaches in the Park, 1 1 9 



as of old, Tom Duncombe, the neatest man in London, 

 emerging from the Albany, looking as if there were no 

 such things in the world as unperformed promises to 

 pay — a cheerful example of the old adage, '^ When 

 house and land and money's spent. Then credit is most 

 excellent '^ ; and Sir St. Vincent Cotton, rolling along 

 in a thoroughly well-appointed cab, hastening to pay 

 into his account the proceeds of the " Bank " he had 

 broken overnight. 



Then turning into Bond Street, Lady Blessington 

 would have been met, pursuing the even tenour of her 

 way in her well-known carriage, drawn by two pea- 

 cocky bay horses ; whilst at the corner of St. James's 

 Street, Alfred Count D'Orsay, driving a perfectly- 

 equipped curricle, waves his well-gloved hand to the 

 ever-smiling and cheery Earl of Chesterfield. "Hand- 

 some Jack ■" Spalding is on a perfect " Thorough- 

 bred one,'" followed by the smallest and neatest of 

 " Tigers," looking as if such things as debts and duns 

 were utterly unknown to him. 



Issuing from Arlington Street, Lord Macdonald, 

 di'iving his matchless pair of steppers, whilst the 

 brightness of his pole-chains dazzles the eyes of all 

 beholders, cheerily acknowledges Lord Cantelupe en 

 passant, who glides along on an incomparable pony, 

 seeming as if exertion was a thing utterly foreign to 

 his nature, yet having sufficient animation to bow a 

 smiling look of recognition of Colonel Lyster, the 

 handsomest aristocrat of his time. 



Then, as I cross Park Lane, I should have seen 

 Charles Manners Sutton, alighting from his cab, to 

 extricate a stone from his horse's foot with a richly- 

 jewelled cane, whilst his exceedingly fair companion 



