er that was the person; but from delicacy that was not done, which
was certainly an unnecessary delicacy upon such a subject.

Thomas Shilling, the chaise-driver from Dartford, says, "I remember
taking up a gentleman who came in a chaise and four to Dartford, I
believe it was on the 21st of February, it was on a Monday. I had the
wheel-horses. On our road to London, he discoursed with me a good deal;
the waiter at Dartford, at the Granby, first spoke to him, asking him
whether he brought any good news; the gentleman said, yes, it was all
over; Bonaparte was torn in a thousand pieces; the cossacks fought for a
share of him all the same as if they had been fighting for sharing out
gold; and the allies were in Paris. We were ordered to go on; we had
gone to Bexley before the gentleman spoke; the gentleman then told me
not to hurry my horses, for his business was not so particular now,
since the telegraph could not work. I told him, I thought the telegraphs
could not work, for I knew almost every telegraph between Deal and
London. He then said, "postboy, do not takes any notice of the news as
you go along;" I told him I would not, unless he wished me to do so; he
said, I might tell any of my friends as I returned, for he durst to say
they would be glad to hear it; he said he had sent a letter to the Port
Admiral at Deal, for he was obliged to do so;" therefore you have him,
unless this be a premeditated falsehood in the evidence of this man,
Shilling, authenticating the fact of the letter from Dover; "he said
that he had walked two miles when he came ashore at Dover, before he got
to the Ship Inn; that the Frenchmen were afraid of coming any nigher to
Dover, for fear of being stopped." Where he got into Dover, or how, we
do not hear; of the points of the outward voyage we know nothing; of the
homeward we have a pretty good account of all the places where he
touched, &c. "then we drove on till we came to Shooters Hill; when I got
there, my fellow-servant and I alighted, and the gentleman gave us part
of a bottle of wine; he said we might drink, because he was afraid the
bottle would break; he gave us some round cakes also. I chucked the
bottle away, and handed the glass again into the chaise; he told me that
I might have it; he then said, "postboy, you have had a great deal of
snow;" I said, "we have;" he said, "here is a delightful morning,
postboy; I have not seen old England a long while before;" then he asked
me which was