He. "Yes; when I've time!"
CABBY; OR, REMINISCENCES OF THE RANK AND THE ROAD.
(By "Hansom Jack.")
No. XI.—CABBY'S NOTES ON NOVEMBER—FOG ON THE FIFTH—A PYROTECHNIC FARE—ASTRAY IN THE SUBURBS—FIREWORKS IN FOGLAND.
"Remember, remember, the fifth o' November"? You bet if there's any one does, 'tis a Cabby.
November's the month when all London's smudged out, and the Cockneyist driver runs wild as a babby.
Eugh! I could tell you some chump-chilling tales about life on the box in a London peasouper.
Which 'im who would stand, after twenty or so, must be 'ard as tin-tacks, and as tough as a trooper.
"Jimminy-whiz!" as Yank Mushgrubber puts it, our sububs in frost, with a fog, is tremenjous.