Wichita eagle., 1889-01-29

mannerists-is 50 calm, so quiet--as to be
almost supercilious.
But he has to keep sharp lockout, for
he is driving through Egyptian darkness.
The weather indeed reminds US Of Homer's
he'll; and as for the cold, it would make
snipe SILVER in an Irish bog Up Cow lane
we steal, through Smithfeld. The wheeiers
appear like phantom chestnuts, the leaders
are hardly seen, the houses on each side of
the way loom grim and ghostly. And
through the gloom the Stamford Regent
steals along like some ghost of coach
itself. We on the box seat feel like I'M
embodied joys. We have already lost the
use of our hands and feet. Deep draughts
Of yellow fog complete our debility.
Suddenly shouts are heard ahead, and
large herds of cattle throng the streets:
they seem to come out of the foul air as
every thing does besides, but they come
from Smithfeld, of course, or are going
there.
Drovers looming phantom-hke, like every
thing else prove by graceful flow of ex-
pletlves that they are, after all, but men.
Our near side leader now mistakes strayed
bullock for some monster of mythology and
swerves on one side after the manner Of
Balaam's ass upon which our coachman,
with hands still, the very statue of an ac-
complished charioteer, immobile as fate,
turns his wrist under, and lets his thong
s'go'' in such a way that the near side lead
er's hind leg Is nearly severed from his
body. Which duty done, Tom Hennesy re-
marks shat there are some of 'em as new
er could hit horse" And we feel, almost
as poignantly as the near side leader has
done, that Tom Hennesy is not to be in
Guided in the category.
And now the Peacock at Islington begins
to loom through the fog. Or rather the
horn lantern of the old ostler, whose prov
ince it is to stand outside the mn and an
nounce the names of the coaches as they
drive up to the door, with the voice Of an
asthmatic trumpet. All the northern
coaches made a point Of stopping at the
Peacock, on their way north; though why
they did so ] have never been able to dis
cover. The fact remains that there were
twenty or more drawn up at time here at
seven o'clock in the morning. And such an
cutlery attending their arrival, such clat-
tering of hoofs, changing of bugles, slam
ming of doors and stamping of feet on
splash boards, as never was heard, well,
out of Islington; and through all this din
the raucous voice of the ostler continuously
sounds, like the cry Of medieval herald
with a cold IN his head announcing the en-
try of distinguished competitors to tour
nament.
And he announces famous names, though
they are recognized as such no longer.
They make our fathers blood boil at times
If we are to believe De Quincy. These
names-the York Highfyer, the Leeds
Union, the York Express, the Stamford
Regent the Rockingham, the Truth and
Daylight-made our fathers blood boil as
these famed coaches carried northwards
the heart-stlrring news of Vittoria, or of
Waterloo But times are changed-such
national kilograms (when we have them TO
transmiD are transmitted silently and de-
corously by the telegraph. There is no ad-
yertisement possible in the way we travel
now, except on the walls of railway stations
and of this latter form regret TO say Mr..
Ruskin does not approve.
She Could Not Sit Still.
A street-car, loaded back aud front. was
chasing the atmosphere along Broadway to-
wards Harlem, when an ancient Teutoulc
dame hailed the conductor with violent
gestures to stop.
Go you to Won Hundred and Dirty secont
street, Meester Conducteur!,
"Yes'm,' was the reply.
well, get me out dar"
All right, ma'aIn.''
lie car had not proceeded more than half
dozen blocks when the ancient game.
from behind the bird-cage and sundry other
parcels, called out:
Gay, Meester Conductor, say me once
Is CHS der Hundred and Dirty-secont street,,
No, ma'am; sit still for another thirty
minutes"
ven, mein Gott, can't me here all day.
Fifth avenue; Fifth avenuer' called out
the conductor
Colt IN Himmel, Meester Conductor. is
this my placer
No, ma'am," angrily; est stnl-sit
still"
Il sit me still no more. / pct me RIGHT
out here. can't sit me still all dav. Mein
Gott.''
And the irate old lady hurriedly left the
earn. Y. World.