Approaching her with all the gravity of countenance he was master of--“Madam,” says he, “are we to consider you as one of the Sylvan Deities who preside over these scenes, or connected in any way with the vehicle?”--“Wehicle, indeed, you _hunhuman-brutes_, instead of assisting a poor distressed female who has been chuck'd from top of that there _safety-thing_, as they calls it, into such a dangerous _pisition_, you must be chuckling and grinning, must you? I only wish my husband, Mr. Giblet, was here, he should soon wring your necks, and pluck some of your fine feathers for you, and make you look as foolish as a peacock without his tail.” Mrs. Giblet's ire at length having subsided, she was handed down in safety on _terra firma_, and our heroes transferred their assistance to the other passengers. The violence of the concussion had burst open the coach-door on one side, and a London _Dandy_, of the exquisite genus, lay in danger of being pressed to a jelly beneath the weight of an infirm and very stout old farmer, whom they had pick'd up on the road; and it was impossible to get at, so as to afford relief to the sufferers, till the coach was raised in a perpendicular position. The farmer was no sooner on his legs, than clapping his hand with anxious concern into an immense large pocket, he discovered that a bottle of brandy it contained was crack'd, and the contents beginning to escape: “I ax pardon, young gentleman,” says he, seizing a hat that the latter held with great care in his hand, and applying it to catch the liquor--“I ax pardon for making so free, but I see the hat is a little out of order, and can't be much hurt; and its a pity to waste the liquor, such a price as it is now-a-days.”--“Sir, what do you mean, shouldn't have thought of your taking such liberties indeed, but makes good the old saying--impudence and ~12~~ignorance go together: my hat out of order, hey! I'd have you to know, Sir, that _that there_ hat was bought of Lloyd, in Newgate-street,{1} only last Thursday,-and cost eighteen shillings; and if you look at the book in his _vindow_ on hats, dedicated to the head, you'll find that this here hat is a real exquisite; so much for what you know about hats, my old fellow--I burst my stays all to pieces in saving it from being squeezed out of shape, and now this old brute has made a brandy-bottle of it.”--“Oh! oh! my young Miss in disguise,” replied the farmer, “I thought I smelt a rat when the Captain left the coach, under pretence of walking up the hill--what, I suppose vou are bound for Gretna, both of vou, hev young Lady?” Every thing appertaining to the coach being now righted, our young friends left the company to adjust their quarrels and pursue their journey at discretion, anxious to reach the next town as expeditiously as possible, where they purposed sleeping for the night. They mounted the tandem, smack went the whip, and in a few minutes the stage-coach and its motley group had disappeared.