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Crawley of Queen’s Crawley

           Whereistheroadnow,anditsmerryincidentsoflife?IstherenoChelseaorGreenwichfortheoldhonestpimple-nosedcoachmen?Iwonderwherearethey,thosegoodfellows?IsoldWelleraliveordead?andthewaiters,yea,andtheinnsatwhichtheywaited,andthecoldroundsofbeefinside,andthestuntedostler,withhisbluenoseandclinkingpail,whereishe,andwhereishisgeneration?Tothosegreatgeniusesnowinpetticoats,whoshallwritenovelsforthebelovedreader’schildren,thesemenandthingswillbeasmuchlegendandhistoryasNineveh,orCoeurdeLion,orJackSheppard.Forthemstage-coacheswillhavebecomeromancesateamoffourbaysasfabulousasBucephalusorBlackBess.Ah,howtheircoatsshone,asthestable-menpulledtheirclothesoff,andawaytheywentah,howtheirtailsshook,aswithsmokingsidesatthestage’sendtheydemurelywalkedawayintotheinn-yard.Alas!weshallneverhearthehornsingatmidnight,orseethepike-gatesflyopenanymore.Whither,however,isthelightfour-insideTrafalgarcoachcarryingus?LetusbesetdownatQueen’sCrawleywithoutfurtherdivagation,andseehowMissRebeccaSharpspeedsthere.

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