The French Horn

Went across from Portsmouth to Cosham at sunset. Caught the mail coach from Cosham north to the little market town of Alton. Stayed the night at a publick house called 'The French Horn' and was put up in a small room with three soldiers (at a reduced rate of course, I endeavour to be thrifty) who were being shipped to Kent in two days time.

They were all young fellows and were extremely jolly and boisterous, so I drank enough of the Pub's beer with my supper that I would sleep no matter the noise. I left word with the new Landlord, Mr. Stephen Smith, to see to it that I was roused early so that I might catch another mail coach to London tomorrow.