Dinner over，we get into another vehicle which is ready at the door(for the coach has been changed in the interval)，and resume our journey；which continues through the same kind of country until evening，whenwe come to the town where we are to stop for tea and supper；and havingdelivered the mail—bags at the post—office，ride through the usual widestreet，lined with the usual stores and houses(the drapers always havinghung up at their door，by way of sign，a piece of bright—red cloth)，to thehotel where this meal is prepared．There being many boarders here，we sit down，a large party，and a very melancholy one as usual．But there is a buxOm hostess at the head of the table，and opposite，a simple Welsh schoolmaster with his wife and child；who came here on a speculation of greater promise than performance，to teach the classics；and they are sufficient subjects of interest until the meal is over，and another coach is ready．In it we go on once more，lighted by a bright moon，until midnight；when we stop to change the coach again，and remain for half an hour or sO in a miserable room，with a blurred lithograph of Washington over the smoky fireplace，and a mighty jug of cold water on the table；to which refreshment the moody passengers do SO apply themselves that they would seem to be，one and all，keen patients of Dr．Sangrado．Among them is a very little boy，who chews tobacco like a very big one；and a droning gentleman，who talks arithmetically and statistically on all subjects，from poetry downwards，and who always speaks in the same kev．with exactly the same emphasis，and with very grave deliberation-He came outside just now．，and told me how that the uncle of a certain voung lady who had been spirited away and married by a certain captain，lived in these parts；and how this uncle was so valiant and ferocious that he shouldn’t wonder if he were to follow the said captain to England， “and shoot him down in the street wherever he found him；”in the feasibility of which strong measure I，being for the moment rather prone to contradiction，from feeling half asleep and very tired，declined to acquiesce-assuring him that if the uncle did resort to it，or gratified any other little whim of the like nature，he would find himself one morning prematurely throttled at the Old Bailey；and that he would do well to make his will before he went，as he would certainly want it before he had been in Britain very long．