btained. The remaining part of the building, together with several
others adjoining, which almost occupy the whole of this side of
the street, are devoted to stables, waggon and coach-houses, and
out-offices."

[Illustration: page434.jpg Bull and Mouth Inn]

"It is an extensive concern then," said Tallyho, "though it stands in
such an out of the way obscure situation."

"Why you are already aware that situation is not absolutely necessary
to success in all cases in London," was the reply. "The extensive
circulation of a name or a sign are sometimes sufficient to obtain
business;--and who has not heard of the Bull and Mouth, or the name of
Willan--from the former runs a considerable number of long stages and
mail coaches, daily and nightly, the proprietor being a contractor with
Government; and upon one occasion it is said, he was in treaty to supply
an immense quantity of horses to convey troops to the coast, on the
threatened invasion by Buonaparte, so that the epithet patriotic might
properly be applied to him. He however is lately deceased, and supposed
to have left a considerable fortune.--But come, dinner is ready--now for
the parting meal, and then heaven speed ye to your destined homes."

After partaking of a hearty dinner, and a bottle or two of generous
wine--"Come," said Dashall, "it is time we are alive and look out, for
the yard is all in a bustle; here are lots of coaches preparing for a
start, so let us get out, look around, and see what is going forward."

Upon this intimation, they sallied forth to the yard, where the
confusion created by the arrival of one coach heavily laden, and
the preparation of two for departure, afforded a scene for a quiet
contemplatist, which however it is not easy to describe.

"Coachman," said an antiquated lady, just alighting, "I paid my fare."

"Yes Ma'am, that's all fair," said coachy.

"Mind how you hand my dear little boy out of the coach, poor little
fellow he is quite dizzy with riding."

~~435~~~ "I thinks as how you had better have brought a man with you,
for you want taking care of yourself," grumbled coachy, as he handed the
young one out.--"There he is Ma'am--stand upon your pins, my man."

"Come Charley--Oh coachy you have got my box in your boot."

"Aye, aye, Ma'am, I know it, I wish my boot was in your box--here it is
Ma'am."

"Stand bye," said a Jack Tar, "let's have a little sea room, and no
squalls."

"Coachy, what a rude fellow that is, he sa