All outside the door was dark, cheerless, solitary, and still.

Presently the silence was broken by some violent puffs from a penny trumpet.

"Dat's de mayle, massa," said a nigger in the hall, accompanying his observation with a mysterious grin, evidently meant to convey the idea, "You'll have enough of her before you've done." Up she came to the door--I believe, by custom if not by grammar, a man-of-war and a mail-coach are shes--a heavy, lumbering machine, with springs, &c., apparently intended for scaling the Rocky Mountains.

The inside was about three feet broad and five feet long, and was intended for the convenience ( ?) of nine people, the three who occupied the centre seat having a moveable leather strap to support their backs.

Outside, there was one seat by the coachman; and if the correspondence was not great, three more might sit behind the coachman, in all the full enjoyment of a splendidly cramped position.