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The Generous Boy,
Wishes and Realities, - 255
A Chat with a Sunbeam, · 257
Never Give Up,
A Thrilling Incident, - 272
To my Mother,
The Poor Man's Riches, - 282
Francis Chantrey, -
TRAVELLING IN THE LAST CENTURY.
1. We often hear people talk about the “good old days.” But if in some respects they were good days, it is equally certain that in other respects we are now much better off. We know how easy it is for us to travel from town to town by the railway, or to cross the sea by steamer. We can send goods or small parcels to any part of the country with very little trouble.
2. But it was not always so. Only a hundred years ago things were very different. A few instances will prove this. In 1749 a coach was started to carry passengers from Birmingham to London, but it took three days to reach that city. It left Birmingham only once a week, on every Monday morning, and got back again on Saturday night. We can do this same journey now in six hours.
3. A few years later (1754) a coach ran between Manchester and London. It took four days and a half to complete the journey. This was thought to be so very quick that it was called a “flying coach.”
4. A Prussian clergyman, travelling from Leicester to London in 1782, has given a most amusing account of the troubles and hardships of his journey. His seat on the top of the coach was so unsafe, that, as
it was scrambling up a hill, he got into the basket behind, which was put there to carry luggage. But when they began to go down hill he was beaten on
all sides by the shaking boxes and trunks. “Then,” he says, “all the boxes began, as it were, to dance around me; everything in the basket appeared to be alive, and every moment I received such violent blows that I thought my last hour had come.” He was glad to creep back, as soon as he could, to his old seat.
5. In 1789 the Prince of Wales, afterwards George the Fourth, was upset, as he was riding in his carriage from Wentworth House, near Sheffield, to London. The Prince's coach, when near Newark, was overthrown by a cart in a narrow part of the road, and, rolling down a slope, was dashed to pieces. Strange to say, the Prince was not very much hurt.