ABSTRACT
We stopped at Newbury only while we changed horses, and immediately proceeded on our route towards London. Lord Kencarth being anxious to attend a boxing-match which was to take place near Hounslow on the following morning, the post-boys were ordered to ‘make the best of their way,’ and I may with truth affirm, that they did not fail to obey the injunction. We flew with almost incredible velocity over plains, through villages, and along lanes, to the no small terror of those whom we met, and to the extreme peril of our own existence – Lord Kencarth encouraging the postillions with promises of liberal payment, and I every instant expecting little less than annihilation.
