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Of all the cabriolet-drivers whom we have ever had the honour and gratification of knowing by sight-and our acquaintance in this way has been most extensive-there is one who made an impression on our mind which can never be effaced, and who awakened in our bosom a feeling of admiration and respect, which we entertain a fatal presentiment will never be called forth again by any human being. He was a man of most simple and prepossessing appearance. He was a brown-whiskered, white-hatted, no-coated cabman; his nose was generally red, and his bright blue eye not unfrequently stood out in bold relief against a black border of artificial workmanship; his boots were of the Wellington form, pulled up to meet his corduroy knee-smalls, or at least to approach as near them as their dimensions would admit of; and his neck was usually garnished with a bright yellow handkerchief.
In summer he carried in his mouth a flower; in winter, a straw-slight, but, to a contemplative mind, certain indications of a love of nature, and a taste for botany.