Little Travels and Roadside Sketches by William Makepeace Thackeray

. I quitted the "Rose Cottage Hotel" at Richmond, one of the / comfortablest, quietest, cheapest, neatest little inns in England, and / a thousand times preferable, in my opinion, to the "Star and Garter," / whither, if you go alone, a sneering waiter, with his hair curled, / frightens you off the premises; and where, if you are bold enough to / brave the sneering waiter, you have to pay ten shillings for a bottle / of claret; and whence, if you look out of the window, you gaze on a view / which is so rich that it seems to knock you down with its splendor -- a / view that has its hair curled like the swaggering waiter: I say, I / quitted the "Rose Cottage Hotel" with deep regret, believing that I / should see nothing so pleasant as its gardens, and its veal cutlets, and / its dear little bowling-green, elsewhere. But the time comes when people / must go out of town, and so I got on the top of the omnibus, and the / carpet-bag was put inside.

If I were a great prince and rode outside of coaches (as I should if I / were a great prince), I would, whether I smoked or not, have a case of / the best Havanas in my pocket -- not for my own smoking, but to give them / to the snobs on the coach, who smoke the vilest cheroots. They poison / the air with the odor of their filthy weeds. A man at all easy in his / circumstances would spare himself much annoyance by taking the above / simple precaution.