Date: 1865
263 POOR LOST MOGGY.  inspected the curious little boxes by the side of the carriages, and administered to some a dose of primrose-coloured powder from a can he carried in Ms hand, and the engine snorted and puffed hke an impa tient steed.  Just as we turned at the further end of the platform to come back again, and while the three minute bell was clanging in our ears, I caught sight of two figures emerging from the station, the one with old bent frame and grey hair, talking earnestly, emphatically — the other, a young powerful figure, hstening, but with a de jected, wretched air, and eyes fixed gloomily on the ground.