Coaching days and coaching ways . e where there was something to eat, asBurdett, the guard of the Liverpool Mail, was able totestify. For on Tuesday, December 27, of this memor-able year, this guard from his vantage point, beheld achariot buried in the snow and without horses, safely atanchor at about a mile on the London side of St. he had no sooner seen it—and two elderly ladiesinside it, who rent the welkin with clamorous cries forhelp—than he found, by being suddenly precipitatedhead first into twelve feet of snow, that his coach hadgot into a drift too. Having recovered his per
Coaching days and coaching ways . e where there was something to eat, asBurdett, the guard of the Liverpool Mail, was able totestify. For on Tuesday, December 27, of this memor-able year, this guard from his vantage point, beheld achariot buried in the snow and without horses, safely atanchor at about a mile on the London side of St. he had no sooner seen it—and two elderly ladiesinside it, who rent the welkin with clamorous cries forhelp—than he found, by being suddenly precipitatedhead first into twelve feet of snow, that his coach hadgot into a drift too. Having recovered his perpendicular,and emptied his mouth, a natural curiosity prompted A A 554 COACHING DAYS AND COACHING WAYS Burdctt to cross-examine the ladies on their somewhatforlorn position. They told him that their post-boy hadleft them for St. Albans to get fresh cattle, and hadbeen gone two hours—no doubt having elected to getbrandy for himself instead. Meanwhile there they were—and in a very deplorable plight surely. But will it be ^y. OHIm cfftWy. Old Inn, St. Albans. believed that this heart-moving vision of beauty in dis-tress did not move the guard of the Liverpool Mail inthe least ! No! He proceeded stolidly in the plainpath which is dutys—a fact which tends to the suspicionthat the ladies cannot have been beauties. But whetherthey were or no, Burdett, after having heard their story,turned a deaf ear to their appeals for help. He just THE HOLYHEAD ROAD 355 helped his coachman, his passengers, and his four horseson to their feet—(for the horses too had assumed a re-cumbent position)—and having extricated his mail, bythe help of his tools, curses, and other expedients notmentioned in the text, pursued his journey to London,leaving the chariot and the ladies to their fate. Twelve miles further on brought coaches in the olddays to 1 hinstablc in Bedfordshire, where the PrioryChurch is very fine and interesting, and where the SugarLoaf Inn used to be celebrated for its dinners
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