Vy! who'd a thought o' seeing you! Vell! how's your vife and fammerly? and how do you find yourself, Muster Joe?
Post Boy.
Only middlin', thank ye!—but how can you hexpect a man, who's a yarning nuffin a-veek, to find himself, I should like to know?
Stage Coachman.
Ah! these here is hard times for you and me, Joe; since every hindivid'al hobjects vith us now to ride—
I'm blow'd if I an't been empty for this month past, and gone every journey vith nuffin at all in my hinside.
Post Boy.
And as for the matter of po-chaises, Vill'm, bless you! there's so plaguy little for a boy now to do—
That I'm sure I don't know how I should ever be able to ive, if I didn't hoccasionally make a dinner out of a "Fly" or two.
Stage Coachman.