Take my advice, my good sir, and disinterestedly contrive that once or twice a quarter your most dexterous whip shall overturn a coachful of these superfluous travellers, IN TERROREM to those who, as Horace says, "delight in the dust raised by your chariots." Your current and customary mail-coach passenger, too, gets abominably selfish, schemes successfully for the best seat, the freshest egg, the right cut of the sirloin.

The mode of travelling is death to all the courtesies and kindnesses of life, and goes a great way to demoralize the character, and cause it to retrograde to barbarism.

You allow us excellent dinners, but only twenty minutes to eat them.

And what is the consequence?
Bashful beauty sits on the one side of us, timid childhood on the other; respectable, yet somewhat feeble, old age is placed on our front; and all require those acts of politeness which ought to put every degree upon a level at the convivial board.

But have we time--we the strong and active of the party--to perform the duties of the table to the more retired and bashful, to whom these little attentions are due?
The lady should be pressed to her chicken, the old man helped to his favourite and tender slice, the child to his tart.