Gentlemanly friends of the road without a feeling of regret

Gentlemanly friends of the road without a feeling of regret

Gentlemanly friends of the road without a feeling of regret

We cannot part with our civil, obliging, gentlemanly friends of the road without a feeling of regret, and an expression of gratitude for the benefits they have done us. It was pleasant, after a warm breakfast, to remove our heels from the hob, and ensconce oneself by the side of our modern whip to establish a partnership in his cosy leathern apron to see him handling his four spirited bays as though his reins were velvet and having, with a few familiar words and a friendly cigar, drawn the cork from the bottle of his varied information, to learn, as we slapped along at ten miles an hour, whose park it was, stretching away to the left, to listen to his little anecdotes of horse and flesh, and his elucidation of the points of the last Derby. Peace to the manes and to the names of our honest coachmen, one and all of them, and of their horses too we speak of their whippish names, for in the body we hope they may long tarry, and flourish to boot, in other departments of the living.