THE 'REGULATOR' 21 



A well-dressed person appears, whom he takes for 

 the landlord. ' Pray, sir,' says he, ' have you any 

 slow coach down this road to-day ? ' — ' Why, yes, sir,' 

 replies the waiter. ' We shall have the " Eegulator " 

 down in an hour.' 



He has breakfast, and at the appointed time the 

 ' Eegulator ' appears at the door. It is a strong, well- 

 built dvcuj, painted chocolate colour, bedaubed all 

 over with o'ilt letters — a Bull's Head on the doors, 

 a Saracen's Head on the hind boot, and drawn by 

 four strapping horses ; but it wants the neatness of 

 the other. The waiter announces that the ' Regulator ' 

 is full inside and in front ; ' but,' he says, ' you'll 

 have the ganmion -hoard all to yourself, and your 

 luo-o-aoe is in the hind boot.' 



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' Gammon-board ! Pray, what's that ? Do you 

 not mean the basket ? ' 



' Oh no, sir,' says John, smiling, ' no such a thing 

 on the road now. It's the hind-dickey, as some call 

 it.' 



Before ascending to his place, our friend has cast 

 his eye on the team that is about to convey him 

 to Hartford Bridsfe, the next staoe. It consists of 

 four moderate -sized horses, full of power, and still 

 fuller of condition, but with a fair sprinkling of 

 blood ; in short, the eye of a judge would have found 

 something about them not very unlike galloping. 

 'All right!' cries the guard, taking his key -bugle 

 in his hand ; and they proceed up the village at a 

 steady pace, to the tune of ' Scots wha hae wi' 

 Wallace bled,' and continue at that pace for the 

 first five miles. The old gentleman again congratu- 



