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<p>( Go call a coach, and let a coach be call'd
And let the man who calleth be the caller;
And in his calling let him nothing call,
But Coach! Coach! Coach! O for a coach, ye gods!
<p> It was early on a fine summer's day, near the end of the
eighteenth century, when a young man, of genteel
appearance journeying towards the north-east of Scotland,
provided himself with a ticket in one of those public carriages
which travel between Edinburgh and the Queensferry, at
which place, as the name implies, and is is well known to
all my northern readers, there is a passage-boat for crossing
the Frith of Forth. The coach was calculated to carry six
regular passengers, besides such interlopers as the coachman
could pick up by the way, and intrude upon those . . .