The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 3 (of 3): Everlasting Calerdar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the AlmanacHone, William
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The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 3 (of 3): Everlasting Calerdar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac
Hone, William
Days; Great Britain -- Social life and customs
INSIDE.--Crammed full of passengers--three fat, fusty, old men--a young
mother and sick child--a cross old maid--a poll-parrot--a bag of red
herrings--double-barreled gun, (which you are afraid is loaded)--and a
snarling lap-dog, in addition to yourself--awaking out of a sound nap,
with the cramp in one leg, and the other in a lady’s band-box--pay the
damage (four or five shillings) for “gallantry’s sake”--getting out in
the dark, at the half-way-house, in the hurry stepping into the return
coach, and finding yourself the next morning at the very spot you had
started from the evening before--not a breath of air--asthmatic old man,
and child with the measles--windows closed in consequence--unpleasant
smell--shoes filled with warm water--look up and find it’s the
child--obliged to bear it--no appeal--shut your eyes, and scold the
dog--pretend sleep, and pinch the child--mistake--pinch the dog, and get
bit--execrate the child in return--black looks--“no gentleman”--pay the
coachman, and drop a piece of gold in the straw--not to be found--fell
through a crevice--coachman says, “he’ll find it”--can’t--get out
yourself--gone--picked up by the ’ostler.--No time for “blowing
up”--coach off for next stage--lose your money--get in--lose your
seat--stuck in the middle--get laughed at--lose your temper--turn sulky,
and turned over in a horse-pond.
OUTSIDE.--Your eye cut out by the lash of a clumsy coachman’s whip--hat
blown off, into a pond, by a sudden gust of wind--seated between two
apprehended murderers, and a noted sheep-stealer in irons, who are being
conveyed to gaol--a drunken fellow, half asleep, falls off the coach,
and, in attempting to save himself, drags you along with him into the
mud--musical guard, and driver, “horn mad”--turned over--one leg under a
bale of cotton, the other under the coach--hands in breeches
pockets--head in a hamper of wine--lots of broken bottles _versus_
broken heads--_cut_ and run--send for surgeon--wounds dressed--lotion
and lint, four dollars--take post-chaise--get home--lay down, and laid
up.
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