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this exposure ?"-A few more looks on my part did
away suspicion ; and I concluded that I must have erred in supposing the lady to pat my ankle on purpose.
On awaking from asleep in a coach one feels very cold; and I soon found that the lady was shivering and uncomfortable.—To relieve her as much as possible, I advised her to permit me to put my large military cloak round her, to which she assented, with thanks, in a melancholy and extremely sweet voice.--I was almost fascinated ; and I regret to say I was on the point of telling her, as I folded the cloak about her bosom, that every thing put round a young lady's neck ought to be clasped. In short, I had my arms in the
first position of advance towards warming her with an innocent pressure, which, God knows, might have been carried too far, or resented with scorn; but, just at the moment, I really thought my Emma's sorrowful face was looking through the window. Such was the illusion, that I fell back on the seat in shame and silence.
I have no belief in supernatural agencies. Imagination is fully sufficient to create visions, and to
paint pictures on waking thought, as well as on sleeping thoughtlessness. The air-drawn dagger of Macbeth, and the ghosts of Richard, rose by the same magic touch of fancy.—That I am not singular in my delusion of sight, the following anecdote attests :
Captain Montresor was as daring a horseman, and as brave an officer as ever hunted a tiger, faced a wild boar, chased a fox in mimic war, or met an enemy on a field of battle. He was famous for having cleared the most astonishing obstacles in his ardent pursuit of an object; and it was said that Montresor would go over the devil's back, rather than stop to look on the other side. Yet on one occasion he proved that he had some reflection, The dogs were in full cry—the chase had excited all the energies of the sportsmen-every hunter seemed to be as regardless of life as his rider-Montresor, as usual, led the charge—a prodigous stone ditch rose before him. No one ever suspected that he would stop. But he did stop.-A mad brother officer, Major Campbell, who wished to be as far before Montresor in horsemanship as he was in rank, made towards the leap with fury, but his horse, of noble mettle, touched the awfully broad parapet, tumbled forward, and fell on the unfortunate Major, who expired as though he had been struck on the breast by a cannon-ball.
“And was it fear that prevented you from the attempt ?” asked a friend, afterwards, in conversing with Montresor.
“ I saw my wife and five children on the other side, who would have been crushed to death”was his deliberate reply.
The fair stranger received all the attention from me that a gentleman should pay to an unprotected lady. I offered to render her every service in my power on her arrival in London. This she politely declined, assuring me that her uncle would be at the coach-office to escort her home.--I regret that I am not able to embellish these pages with her story. We parted.
Next morning I re-occupied my seat on the box, saw Queen Eleanor's monument-Horton Hallpassed through the fine counties of Buckingham and Bedford- and admired the beauty of Woburn Abbey and Church.-Here the Duke of Bedford, who honours the name of Russell, carries on his
extensive agricultural projects. Here I saw farming in its perfection; and, full of respect and admiration for all I beheld, we rattled past Hadley Highstone, where Edward the IVth fought the Earl of Warwick, and entered London about five o'clock, instead of twelve, making a difference of five hours between promise and performance, of doing 204 miles in twenty-six.
I SHALL open a new Number for the sequel. One observation I have, however, first to make.--It appears by my friend Malony's journal, that coals are sold at the Kitcrew collieries, in Staffordshire, for seven shillings a ton; in Dublin for thirty; in London for forty-eight. Is it not a great grievance to the inhabitants of the capital of England, that they should pay more for coals, which might be sent up by the canal, than we do in Ireland for those brought from Wigan ?
I also find that strangers are charged reasonable prices for refreshment on the road between Liverpool and London, which is not the case on some
other lines.-Malony did not experience an instance of imposition, except at Redburn, about 27 miles from London. It was of course his intention to dine on his arrival in town; but when the coach stopped at the inn, where there is a halt of twentyfive minutes, the passengers were asked to snack. -Malony alone accepted the invitation, naturally expecting that the charge would be trifling for a warm potatoe and some cold beef. But he was called upon to pay two shillings. Now this being within sixpence of the price charged for a comfortable warm dinner in the same inn, he very properly resisted the imposition, which combines deceit and fraud with barefaced unreasonableness ; and it ought to be held up to public reprobation. It is true, that several dishes of cold meat and fowl were laid out on the table, and that a very comfortable dinner might be made on such good cheer and a warm potatoe. The mode, however, is not in character with the fair and open honesty of a blunt Englishman, who never yet considered a lunch so near the importance of a dinner; nor, perhaps, did any Englishwoman before, rate them so