Middletown transcript., 1874-08-22

From work recently issued in London,
entitled "Life and Unpublished Papers of
Samuel Lover" the following extracts are
made:
THE IRISH POsT-DOY CS55).
In the Irish post-boy we are not pro-
sentcd with the white -jacketed, silk-hatted,
top-booted, and bright-spurrcd gentleman
we are accustomed to in England, as trim
as his own horses, and as silent, till he
touches his hat to get his fee for driving
them. The Irish post-boy, on the con
trary. is as scanty in his attire as he is
abundant in his intelligence, having al
ways something to tell his passenger of
the localities they pass through, as though
he took him for book maker who was
taking notes upon the way. He fultils
a double function--he is guide as well
as driver, and his humor often lies as
much in what he does as what he says
He will commence something in this fash
ion:
"Do you see that house, yer honor,
yonder? l suppose you know that's Mr..
d'Arcy's"
Yes, do. Mr.. darcy is very rich,
| believer"
"Well, sir, maybe he is and maybe he
isn't"
why, I thought he was man of for
tune"
"Well, you see, he was purity well off,
sir, till he got how'd of the property"
It'll he got it. What do you mean p
"Why sir, when he was heir to the
property he had great expectations, and SO
on the strength of that, you see, he got
whatever money he wanted
"Well. and SO he ought. when he was
hoir to five thousand pounds year"
That's true, yer hon,r, that's true,
sir But then, you'll understand, he was
heir to five thousand pounds a yeur that
was sptm."
"Oh, see''
$50 when he got the property, of course
the gentleman was ruined"
"Hillo take cars-you were nearly in
the ditch then"
Never fear, sir; it's that blackguard
mare that is always shyin' .-Hurrup
GLOW close her ears are cut!'
"Yis they arc, sir-oh, they're close
enough; but nothing will cure the VII
liam"
"Cure her How do you mean p
"Why, sir, persaved that, whenever
she started. she always cooked her ears
up, so cut them off, you see, to make
her lave off the trick of startin' but bad
luck to the vagabone she's just as bad as
ever"
In particularly dangerous part of the
road, with precipice en- one side of you,
you observe the post-boy keeps casting an
inquiring glance toward his vehicle.
"What's the matter p you inquire ;
"rather an awkward bit of road here"
"Oh, it's nothin, sir it's grand pros
pect."
"Yes-of going over Why. it is some
hundred feet to the bottom"
"Well. it may be--but look at the pros
pect, sir; them mountains-oh. they re
grand, sir; they beat the world for digui-
ty You'd never see their likes again. if
you was to go over twenty preeipusses "
After many other tales and difficulties,
you reach your journeys end, and then
the post-boy, as you have surmsed ex-
poets good gratuity. You give him
what you consider to be handsome re-
ward for his services, but still he not
conlented.
Sure" he says, Eyer honor wouldn't
mind another shillin' y
No" you reply, II think I've paid
you literally"
"But you'll consider the way drove
you, sir p
"N"t a pleasant one, by any means
'And the power of stories | tod you p
"Some of which have heard before"
"Well, then, give me another shilln'
sir, and I'll tell you somethin' which |
will undertake to say you never heard be-
fore"
Very good; then, there's shilling
Now, what's the story | have never
heard Z"
"Well, then, of coorse your honor re-
members the three miles we came along
with the cliff upon one side of us z
Remember it I'll shall never forget
it,"
"Well. then, you don't know sir, that
l drove you them three miles without O
linch-pin !'