My  rasher  and  poached  eggs,  all  Naas
could  afford  me,  were  speedily  despatched,
and  as  my  last  glass  from  my  one  pint  of
sherry  was  poured  out.  the  long  expected
coach  drew  up.  A  minute  after,  the
coachman  entered  to  take  his  dram,  fol-
lowed by  t  he  guard.  A  more  lamentable
spectacle  of  condensed  moisture  cannot  be
conceived  ;  the  rain  fell  from  the  entire
circumference  of  his  broad-brimmed  hat,
like  the  ever-flowing  drop  from  the  edge
of  an  antique  fountain  :  his  drab  coat  had
become  of  a  deep  orange  hue.  while  his
huge  figure  loomed  still  larger,  as  he  stood
amid  a  nebula  of  dam})  that  would  have
made  an  atmosphere  for  the  Georgium
Sid  us.
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CHARLES  LEVER'S   WORKS.
