But though he lik'd things in bad odour, The Gallery pleas'd not his whim; For though very fair game was the building, 'Twasn't rotten enough yet for him. "On the ruins of Greece have I feasted," Cried Old Time, with contemptuous raillery; "And having a taste for the Parthenon, How the deuce can I stomach that Gallery?" [Illustration: COME, MOVE ON THERE, MY MAN. ] THE STAGE COACHMAN AND THE POST BOY. AN IMAGINARY CONVERSATION. STAGE COACHMAN (_meeting Post Boy_). Vy! who'd a thought o' seeing you! Vell! how's your vife and fammerly? and how do you find yourself, Muster Joe? POST BOY. Only middlin', thank ye!—but how can you hexpect a man, who's a yarning nuffin a-veek, to find himself, I should like to know? STAGE COACHMAN. Ah! these here is hard times for you and me, Joe; since every hindivid'al hobjects vith us now to ride— I'm blow'd if I an't been empty for this month past, and gone every journey vith nuffin at all in my hinside. POST BOY. And as for the matter of po-chaises, Vill'm, bless you! there's so plaguy little for a boy now to do— That I'm sure I don't know how I should ever be able to ive, if I didn't hoccasionally make a dinner out of a "Fly" or two. STAGE COACHMAN. Vell! all I can say is, Joe, I can't keep on a running of my coach vithout never no passengers; Only, I can't a-bear the hidea of my poor 'osses a going the vay of all 'oss-flesh, and a being made into beef sassengers. POST BOY. Yes! that'll be the hend on the poor critturs, no doubt; for I have heerd—and it sartinly is my belief— That, since the railvays have come in, many houses in town rig'larly every veek biles down three 'osses and a gallovay for halamode beef. STAGE COACHMAN. Cuss all railways and steam ingins, says I! I vonders how people can like to travel by sitch houtlandish modes— Only, to be sure, there is jist now vot they calls a "Manier" for mangling all the country, and hironing all the roads. POST BOY. And if they only goes on a using up the iron in the vay they're now doing, depend on it, Vill'am—though I hopes I shan't live to see it! Every poor 'oss that is left vill be hobligated to vander about the streets, vithout never so much as a shoe to his feet. STAGE COACHMAN. And vorser still!—Hang me! if each blessed Landlord vont be hinsolvent, and each blessed hinn be sqvashed— For I heerd t'other day that even "THE RED LION" had got over his head and ears in debt, and vas a going to get vhitevashed. [Illustration: