spare one to take off his hat to bow to a lady, he should continue to practise driving until he can find one;' and, again, 'There is something so exhilarating in the motion behind four horses, through the fresh air, that even stupid people wake up, and for once make themselves agreeable;' again, the humorous description of an unhappy beginner's first experience on the box, when 'the reins seem to be all edges,' speaks home to the heart of every driver. Again, there are sentences of epigrammatic wisdom, such as: 'It is usually better to keep out of a "fix," than to get out.'
It is a sad satisfaction to know that the author lived long enough to be assured that his Manual was warmly admired and extolled by those best qualified to judge, and gratefully accepted at home and abroad as a standard authority.
The end came swiftly, in Vienna. The footsteps of death were inaudible and noiseless. An organic ailment,—long suspected, but never obtrusive,—culminated after about a week's illness, and he now rests beside his father and his mother in Laurel Hill Cemetery.
A choicer spirit has seldom visited this earth. To a keen intellect were united clearness of exposition and a retentive memory. Warm and loyal in his friendship, he never cherished an ill-feeling,—for no one ever did him an unkindness. On many an
