The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1839-09-19
THE sTAGE-DRIvER's LOVE.
BY CALVIN PETERS,

BY CALVIN PETERS.
sTheeo of true love never did run smooth.
You talk Of stage drivers. Is il mol
strange that. in his vast range Of charac-
tiers. Shakespeare has not a single picture
Of . veritsble driver! He makes Hamlet
to say "sll the worlds a STAGE" and
Richard 10 exclaim, ga horse. a horse,
my kingdom for horse;" and yet Of the
su,ocrat OF posl-roads. the man who COM
msnds a slsge and four horses. he has
said nothing. Most strange forgetIulness.
The whips, however, shall not always
remain unwhipt Of justice. Mount, our
American-Mount, shall yet noun. the
s,age-box with me, and IS we gallop ov.
-er tho hills and isles Of the fcrule West.
shall dash down their peculiarilies, and
ye, produce his crack picture.
shall leave the subiec, for him. He
will produce sketch worthy of the A.
merican arts. snd-Colmsn's Miscellany.
I have simple story 10 tell. to please
you, ladies' aud gentleman, il you will on
by listen.
While on the road from Ithica TO Ell.
mira, | fell in with driver much to my
mind. lie was evidently picked fellow
wore satin stock instead of bandan'
ma. and spoke the English language 10 an
unusual extent. When say this. mean
tina, he did not use the horse language ex-
clusiyely; for your drivers. like other
men who hold the reins. are apt to have
a court vocabulary. was seated beside
him commenting from time to time up
on various topics, when at sudden turn
of the road we came upon cluster o.
snug dwellings. one Of which was con-
spicuous for its taste.
II was a cottsge.house with wings
having a neat door.ysrd and lawn il
front. A green latliced pot.ico shielded
the font door. over which was lrelIic
ed a luxurisnt honevsuckle. Roses ant
other Towering shrubs were scattered q
round, but still neglect and confusion
marred the effect Of these tokens Of re
finement. II was, notwithstanding, ;
sweet spot, and inquired who livet
there!
& 81 believe no one lives there now
responded the driver. "You will see, sir
the windows are closed, the flowers al
tangled, and the honeysuckle wants trim
ming; yet that house was happy plac,
once, sir. FIVE years ago, sir. no on,
would have though, Of so sad change
The world is full Of changes. sir"
ut is, indeed" said /, shut what o
the cot,sge-tell me who lived there, ant
what has become Of them"
"Oh, IT'S a most sad and pitiful story
sir. and makes my heart ache TO think o
il. I've often told il, for every one in
quires about that cottage. There's ,
melancholy interest hanging over il, liz,
that forlorn honeysuckle, and | always
feel downhesr,ed when l pass it. Blu
IT'S Of no use to be dow nhesried in Thu
world. SIR"
"No, a. all. my friend. but now 70
your story"
"WelI, Ills as told you. sad an,
wre,ched one." (Elere the driver threw
away his segsr. aud cracked up his hors
esq
"You see. sir. the proprietors on thi
road have always been very careful a
bout the drivers. They mus. have good
careful. steady fellows. I seldom drink
sir. very seldom.) The reason. sir. i
pl lin as the hub Of coach wheel. IL
Ill ups and downs here, hills and hoI
lows. as you see; driver mus. keep hi
eyes about hun: for if he should &c
drunk, and neglect his duty. slap. sill
in moment, his whole load would b
thrown heels over head, into eternity