Tumbled into a Bog & left there

Humorous sketch of car, driver, horse and unfortunate passenger.

Image Details

Genre Portrait
Technique Pen and ink drawings
Subject(s) Manners and customs, Transportation
Keywords(s) Carriages & coaches, Cliffs, Coach drivers, Hats, Horses, Men, Passengers, People, Wetlands
Colour Monochrome
Published / created 1843

Bibliographical Details

Travel Account Roadside Sketches
Print or manuscript Manuscript
Location of image in copy p. 2
Source copy National Library of Ireland PD 4032 TX
Rights Courtesy of the National Library of Ireland

Related text from travel account

The palmy days of Coach travelling in England are past. The procession of Mails on the Queens birthday is discontinued. The glory of the Angel & the Peacock with their venders of bad cutlery & spurious “Friendship’s Offerings” is departed. The little arts which enabled once to pass a comfortable night on the top of a coach are become worthless. But who can forget the settling of luggage & passengers as we went through Holloway, the spare coat spread over the knees of all, the cold flap of the tail of the “Cod fish for Market Harbro’” against his cheek, the will filled & freely shared a cigar case which put Everybody in good humour, the sweet smell of the hayfields at the top of High gate Hill, the social supper at Redburn, the ringing of the bugle through Woburn Sands, the hot coffee at Northampton and the sharp chill air at Lamport which announced the approach of Sunrise? – Who does not remember the masterly style in which Arbridge took the Defiance the last 30 miles into Town? Who can forget “old Joe” who born on the Ocean and bred a sailor by some strange fate was metamorphosed into a post boy from which, by a more natural transition he became one of the best whips on the road? Or Peter who knew, & had his fit of gossip for every man woman & child [p.2] on the thirsty miles of road over which he had driven as many years? – Alas! – Instead of all this our children first asseverations with travel will be connected with the jangle of an abominable bell and the monosyllabical reiteration of “Tring” – Pleasant is the memory of the “Fast Coach”! – One day the Irish Car, the most agreeable of vehicles, will share its fate. Railroads will be driven over the wilds of Donegal and Mayo & I shall boast as a rare distinction that I travelled though them on an outside car in the long vacation of 1843. If I had journeyed round Ireland without bringing home a grateful recollection of the car which “In safety carried me round the green Isle” I should deserve to be [sketch] Tumbled into a Bog & left there. [pp. 1-2]