heir
carriage was gone, the chaise behind drove up, in which was a huge fat
fellow, weighing twenty stone at least, but with something of a foreign
look, and with him--who do you think? Why, a rascally Unitarian
minister--that is, a fellow who had been such a minister--but who some
years ago leaving his own people, who had bred him up and sent him to
their college at York, went over to the High Church, and is now, I
suppose, going over to some other church, for he was talking, as he got
down, wondrous fast in Latin, or what sounded something like Latin, to
the fat fellow, who appeared to take things wonderfully easy, and merely
grunted to the dog Latin which the scoundrel had learnt at the expense of
the poor Unitarians at York. So they went into the house, and presently
arrived another chaise, but ere I could make any farther observations,
the porter of the out-of-the-way house came up to me, asking what I was
stopping there for? bidding me go away, and not pry into other people's
business. "Pretty business," said I to him, "that is being transacted in
a play like this," and then I was going to say something uncivil, but he
went to attend to the new comers, and I took myself away on my own
business as he bade me, not however, before observing that these two last
were a couple of blackcoats.'

The postillion then proceeded to relate how he made the best of his way
to a small public-house, about a mile off, where he had intended to bait,
and how he met on the way a landau and pair, belonging to a Scotch
coxcomb whom he had known in London, about whom he related some curious
particulars, and then continued: 'Well, after I had passed him and his
turn-out, I drove straight to the public-house, where I baited my horses,
and where I found some of the chaises and drivers who had driven the
folks to the lunatic-looking mansion, and were now waiting to take them
up again. Whilst my horses were eating their bait, I sat me down, as the
weather was warm, at a table outside, and smoked a pipe and drank some
ale, in company with the coachman of the old gentleman who had gone to
the house with his son, and the coachman then told me that the house was
a Papist house, and that the present was a grand meeting of all the fools
and rascals in the country, who came to bow down to images, and to
concert schemes--pretty schemes, no doubt--for overturning the religion
of the country, and that for his part he did not approve of being
concer