s
(big enough to immus a Halderman), & a case marked 'Glass,' from her
ladyship's meddicle man, which were stowed away together; had to this an
ormylew Cradle, with rose-colored Satting & Pink lace hangings, held up
by a gold tuttle-dove, &c. We had, ingluding James Hangelo's rattle & my
umbrellow, 73 packidges in all.

"We got on very well as far as Swindon, where, in the Splendid
Refreshment room, there was a galaxy of lovely gals in cottn velvet
spencers, who serves out the soop, and 1 of whom maid an impresshn
upon this Art which I shoodn't like Mary Hann to know--and here, to our
infanit disgust, we changed carridges. I forgot to say that we were
in the seeknd class, having with us James Hangelo, and 23 other light
harticles.

"Fust inconveniance: and almost as bad as break of gage. I cast my
hi upon the gal in cottn velvet, and wanted some soop, of coarse; but
seasing up James Hangelo (who was layin his dear little pors on an
Am Sangwidg) and seeing my igspresshn of hi--'James,' says Mary
Hann, 'instead of looking at that young lady--and not so VERY young
neither--be pleased to look to our packidges, & place them in the other
carridge.' I did so with an evy Art. I eranged them 23 articles in the
opsit carridg, only missing my umberella & baby's rattle; and jest as I
came back for my baysn of soop, the beast of a bell rings, the whizzling
injians proclayms the time of our departure,--& farewell soop and cottn
velvet. Mary Hann was sulky. She said it was my losing the umberella.
If it had been a COTTON VELVET UMBERELLA I could have understood. James
Hangelo sittn on my knee was evidently unwell; without his coral: &
for 20 miles that blessid babby kep up a rawring, which caused all the
passingers to simpithize with him igseedingly.

"We arrive at Gloster, and there fansy my disgust at bein ableeged
to undergo another change of carridges! Fansy me holding up moughs,
tippits, cloaks, and baskits, and James Hangelo rawring still like mad,
and pretending to shuperintend the carrying over of our luggage from the
broad gage to the narrow gage. 'Mary Hann,' says I, rot to desperation,
'I shall throttle this darling if he goes on.' 'Do,' says she--'and GO
INTO THE REFRESHMENT room,' says she--a snatchin the babby out of my
arms. Do go,' says she, youre not fit to look after luggage,' and she
began lulling James Hangelo to sleep with one hi, while she looked
after the packets with the other. Now, Sir! if you please, mind