Jorrocks' Jaunts and Jollities eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 346 pages of information about Jorrocks' Jaunts and Jollities.

Jorrocks' Jaunts and Jollities eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 346 pages of information about Jorrocks' Jaunts and Jollities.
the turn-out; all werry neat and ’andsome, but as plain as plain could be; and there was not even a bit of Christmas at the ‘orses’ ears, which I observed all the other coaches had.  Well, down came Sir Wincent, off went his hat, out came the way-bill, and off he ran into the office to see what they had for him.  “Here, coachman,” says a linen-draper’s “elegant extract,” waiting outside, “you’ve to deliver this (giving him a parcel) in the Marine Parade the instant you get to Brighton.  It’s Miss——­ ’s bustle, and she’ll be waiting for it to put on to go out to dinner, so you musn’t lose a moment, and you may charge what you like for your trouble.”  “Werry well,” says Sir Wincent, laughing, “I’ll take care of her bustle.  Now, book-keeper, be awake.  Three insides here, and six out.  Pray, sir,” touching his hat to me, “are you booked here?  Oh!  Mr. Jorrocks, I see.  I begs your pardon.  Jump up, then; be lively! what luggage have you?” “Two carpet-bags, with J. J., Great Coram Street, upon them.”  “There, then we’ll put them in the front boot, and you’ll have them under you.  All right behind?  Sit tight!” Hist! off we go by St. Mertain’s Church into the Strand, to the booking-office there.

The streets were werry full, but Sir Wincent wormed his way among the coal-wagons, wans, busses, coaches, bottom-over-tops,—­in wulgar French, “cow sur tate,” as they calls the new patent busses—­trucks, cabs, &c., in a marvellous workmanlike manner, which seemed the more masterly, inasmuch as the leaders, having their heads at liberty, poked them about in all directions, all a mode Francey, just as they do in Paris.  At the Marsh gate we were stopped.  A black job was going through on one side, and a haw-buck had drawn a great yellow one ’oss Gravesend cruelty wan into the other, and was fumbling for his coin.

“Now, Young Omnibus!” cried Sir Wincent, “don’t be standing there all day.”  The man cut into his nag, but the brute was about beat.  “There, don’t ’it him so ’ard (hard),” said Sir Wincent, “or you may hurt him!”

When we got near the Helephant and Castle, Timothy Odgkinson, of Brixton Hill, a low, underselling grocer, got his measly errand cart, with his name and address in great staring white letters, just in advance of the leaders, and kept dodging across the road to get the sound ground, for the whole line was werry “woolley” as you calls it.  “Come, Mister independent grocer! go faster if you can,” cries Sir Wincent, “though I think you have bought your horse where you buy your tea, for he’s werry sloe.”  A little bit farther on a chap was shoving away at a truck full of market-baskets.  “Now, Slavey,” said he, “keep out of my way!” At the Helephant and Castle, and, indeed, wherever he stopped, there were lots of gapers assembled to see the Baronet coachman, but Sir Wincent never minded them, but bustled about with his way-bill, and shoved in his parcels, fish-baskets, and oyster-barrels like a good ’un.  We pulled up to grub at the Feathers at Merstham,

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