A great deal of bustle and groping takes place, and when you are thoroughly awakened, and severely cramped, by holding your legs up by an almost supernatural exertion, while he is looking behind them, it suddenly occurs to him that he put it in the fore-boot.

Bang goes the door; the parcel is immediately found; off starts the coach again; and the guard plays the key-bugle as loud as he can play it, as if in mockery of your wretchedness.
Now, you meet with none of these afflictions in an omnibus; sameness there can never be.

The passengers change as often in the course of one journey as the figures in a kaleidoscope, and though not so glittering, are far more amusing.

We believe there is no instance on record, of a man's having gone to sleep in one of these vehicles.

As to long stories, would any man venture to tell a long story in an omnibus?
and even if he did, where would be the harm?
nobody could possibly hear what he was talking about.