The Daily Times.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1860-08-24 00:00:00

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AN IRISH " DRIVER."-THE STORY OF

TIM O'HARA.

BY S. REDMOND.
( Continued from our last.)
"W-lia.t sort of old dowager was she?" asked my
friend.
" You must excuse me," I replied "I am not a
painter. But this I may tell you, that the old
lady, her carriage, and horses, very much resem-
bled each other."
" What ! " cried my friend, "Was she like a
horsey and if so, how could sho resemble a

carriage ? "
" NO, no ;' you mistake Inv Meaning. When I
said that all resembled each Other; I Meant in
antiquity ;—the lady Was old, the horses veil
old, and the carriage hdd been in the family for
about a couple of centuries, and are down to its
then owner as an heirloom from her gtest, great,
great; groat grandmother's mother!! What the
original colour of the vehicle was, the most
learned mixer of eoloars • had failed to tell; and
as for the wood of which it 319 fabricated; it
might have grown in a foreign land sotJe two or
three hundred years after the flood—or probabl-s
before that very remarkable event! If Nimrod
kept hunters in his time, there might have
been great reason to conclude that the pair
now in possession of the old lady held a prominent
place in the stables of that notable " hunter."
In fact, everything about the old lady's house
*as quite ancient, except the domo itself. Old
chairs; old tables; old pictures, old plate, and old
plates. Tim having gained an entrance into the
house, was ushered into the old lady's presence
by an old servant woman, and having informed
his future mistress of the important fact, that his
friend the doctor would speak as to his character
and capabilities A 3 a driver; she began as follows
—" Well, my good man, ydd are rib doubt a care
fill and steady driver."
" Yes, ma'am," replied Tim,
courage, and great nerve !"
" And you are, no doubt, used to driving ?"
" Yes, my lady ; I have drove a great deal of
cattle for the last seven years."
" But hate you got any followers ?"
" Followers, my lady ? No, indeed, I never
had any ;" and here poor tin's. thoughts reverted
to the happy days of childhood, arid his imagina-
tion took a panoramic view, in his mind's eye, of
the river Nore, the Castle of Kilkenny, the "Green
Tree" public-house, in John-street, in the aforesaid
city ; and he heaved a deep sigh, as he thought
he beheld Peggy Shea and the horse jockey on
board a steam packet, with the blue-topped moun-
tains of the "far west" in the background.
The bargain was sfrtick ; Tim was hired ; a
suit of clothes was provided fat him, and all
preliminary matters were arranged. The only
thing that remained to complete the contract *as
the doctor's recommendation 'of Tim as a steady
and careful driver.

" I have pavterftil

Next day the old lady waited on the doctor.
The doetes account of Tim's character was quite
satisfactory ; but now came the sticking point.
" To be a careful and steady driver
The doctor mused fora second, and then replied.
"Of my own knowledge, I cannot say: lam now
some years out of the country ; but, far honesty
end fidelity, I know of no servant more deserving
of pralse in these respects, and he tells me he was
a driver for severi years to a highly respectable
gentleman who resided at Rilkenny ; and as fcr
truth, I never have known hini td deviate from
it." This satisfied the old lady, and she departed.
Tim was duly installed into his new office. The
next day the carriage was ordered to be ready at
ode o'clock, and it was brought to the hall door by
the old man Ntito had charge of it and the horses.
Tim looked at the old trap, eyed the steeds,
scanned the reins, and nion'itted the box ; but in
place of seating himself in the position usually
taken by a coachman—namely, at the right hand
corner, he very quietly sat down on the left side.
The old man, on handing him the reins, asked if
he were left handed ? Tim at once saw the mis-
take, and shifted his quarters ; but, alas ! he
knew no more about a curb chain than he did
abont Greek ; and as for a side-tug or trace, he
was as innocent of their use as he was of the
mariners' compass ! Collars and saddles were a
dead mystery to him ; and although he had heard
of a lynch-pin', and had often seen carriage wheels,
he knew less about their " why and wherefore"
than he did of the Newtonian system, or the
appearance of a comet In filet he was totally
ignorant of anything appertaining to a carriage
and horses, and could at the time have steered a
seventy-four, or drove a steam engine on a rail-
way, perhaps better than he could manage even
the "mild horses !" "No matter," thought Tim
to himself," the powerful courage and great nerve
will do it all:" This was the tide in the affairs of
Tim O'Hara's life, and if he let it ebb, all was

over with him. He said to himself, moreover,
" Oh, if I had just a rossiner (a glass of whiskey) to
get up the spirit in me, maybe I wcmlcl'nt show the
ould lady howl can handle a thong (the whip)." The
old lady at last seated herself in the usual position
occupied by her in the old coach, and Tim having
adjusted—as well as he could—the reins, prepared
to start. The old lady told him to take the check
cord (the string which leads from the inside of
the carriage) on his arm, and goon. Tim did so
—he flourished the long whip which the old man
who minded the carriage handed to him, prayed
to the good angel who had charge of his "power-
ful courage and great nerve" to assist him in this
terrible emergency and—drove on! He had just
turned the corner of the square, when a few drops
of rain fell, and the old lady fearing that the day
would turn out wet; and having a great dislike
to drive out in a damp atmosphere, fearing she
would catch cold, she pulled the check rope and
ordered Tim!lto return. The horses were quite
used to such sudden fits on the part of the owner,
and Tim had therefore no great difficulty in driving
them back to the door, where he arrived in perfect
safety after an arduous task of about one minute
and a half from the time he started! Tim dis-
mounted from the box, and the old lady got out
of the carriage and went into the parlour,
amongst her old pictures and her old plate. The
old man took the horses and carriage away from
Tim, and Tim went to the kitchen, where he was
met by the old cook, who congratulated him on
his happy and speedy return. Tim had nothing
more to do that day except to—eat his dinner,
and having performed that duty with great zeal,
he chatted a while with the old cook, and was
then shown to an old bed, where he lay as com-
fortable as a king until next morning.
Next morning Tim rose up " like a giant re-
freshed " from his slumbers, and having, as a
matter of course, had a quiet tete d tete with the
old cook, he partook of a comfortable breakfast,
and then strolled out to the stable in order to get
acquainted more intimately with the old man and
the mysteries of driving. One o'clock at last
came, and `Tim was mounted on the coach box,
and, trustily, to the " powerful courage and great
nerve," of which he did not think himself a little
proud, the word of command was given, and
away went Tim, old carriage, old lady, old horses
and all. By one of those chances approximating
to nearly a miracle Tim got round the street, and
being ordered to proceed along Baggot-street and
down the circular road, by way of Beggars'-bush
Barra:dis, he went on boldly, as there was not
the least obstruction to his progess in this direc-
tion. The road by the barrack was broad and
level, but it so happened that on the right-hand
side there was a deep fosse full of all kinds of
dirty mud, over two feet in depth. This ditch
was covered with grass and weeds, so that, unless
one was aware of the fact that a fosse was there,
it might naturally enough be mistaken for a green
sward—and for such, alas! Tim O'Hara took it.
The old lady pulled the string—Tim pulled up the
horses, which, by. A,he way, was a feat very easy
of accomplishment.
" Tim,' said the old lady.
" Yes, Ma'am," replied rim.
"Tim, you may drive a little quicker," she
said, "as the day is fine, and I intend to take a
long jaunt to-day."
0 ho!" thought Tim to himself, as he tight-
ened the reins and cracked his long whip. " Ah!
then maybe I wont give you such a jaunt as you
arn't used to."
The old horses seemed so used to a crack of the
whip that they didn't no more mind it—at least
they paid no more attention to it—than they
would have done to the warbling of a skylark,
but kept on the old jog-trot sort of " tenor of
their way," very much to the annoyance and in
utter defiance of Tim's " powerful courage and
great nerve." " Well, me pair of over - fed
YoPPeis " (horses), said Tim, " if I don't make you
go, the old chap isn't a witch," and thereupon he
commenced leathering away at them right and
left, and in this operation he certainly exhibited
" powerful courage and great nerve," for the
inside or right-hand horse pulled terribly towards
that side, and began to gallop as fast as his four
legs could carry him. The other animal of course
bent in the same direction as his yoke-fellow, and
then Tim (lashing away all the time) began to
pull the right-hand rein with all his strength, in
order to keep the horses fairly on the centre of
the road. He changed the whip into his left
hand and pulled the reins strongly. ith his right,
lashing the horses as hard as he could, when all
of a sudden the pair of old garrons shot across the
road and dashed head foremost into the ditch—
smash on top of them tumbled the old carriage,
and crack went poor Tim right over the hedge
that bounded the ditch! The old horses, the old
carriage, and, alas ! the old lady, were all mingled
with the mud and sludge in the dyke in one con-
fused conglomeration ! The horses kicked and
plunged like mad ; the old lady screamed louder
and louder at every plunge the brutes gave ; and
Tim O'Hara
" Aye, what became of Tim O'Hara ?" eagerly
demanded my friend.
" Why Tim O'Hara—and with shame and
sorrow I relate it—ran away like a trooper,
without ever once -so much as looking behind
him, notwithstanding his powerful courage and
great nerve !"
" And was the old lady killed ? " asked my

friend.
" No ; but she was frightened almost to death's
door. She. bawled and shouted for help, the
horses plunging fearfully all- the time. At last
the soldiers in the barracks, which was quite
near at hand, heard her cries, and about a dozen

of them at once ran out to her assistance. The

first object of course was to extricate the old
lady, which they did in gallant style, and had
her conveyed in a fainting state into one of the
officer's rooms, where the regimental surgeon was
in prompt attendance; and after the administra-
tion of some stimulants it was happily discovered
that the only hurt she had sustained was a ner-
vous shock, having escaped otherwise quite unin-
jured. Not so with the horses and carriage—
one of the former had the shaft of the old vehicle
drove into its side and was killed, the other
having entangled its legs in the traces and
wheels had the limbs broken, and it was found
necessary to destroy the poor brute; and as for
the old azander-a-dan itself it was smashed into
a thousand pieces, and made a beautifid mummy
of !

My friend clasped his hands together, and in a
tone of ludicrous solemnity exclaimed, " Well,
did you ever ?""But tell me, did Tim O'Hara
never make his appearance after that notable
adventure ?"

" Yes ; he appeared once, and once only."
" To the doctor, was it ?" said my friend.
"Yes; yon are right ;it was to the doctor. As
'ee stated, Tim never once looked back after
gathering hiraself up when thrown from the
coach box, brit away he ran at full speed to the
doctor's, and presenting himself in a state of
great bewilderment before the worthy man, he
exclaimed in accents of terror and horror, " 1
have done it, I have done it !"
The doctor looked amazed; and after fi 'women!
he asked, " and what have you done ne*? Tim?
"c hope you have not been drinking."
"Drinking, sir Oh no, sir—J wish I had