This night, after the Glasgow mail had changed horses at Polmont, the guard and coachman being both intoxicated, the latter having dropt the reins, in endeavouring to recover them fell from his seat, and the coach going over his head, he was killed on the spot.
Meanwhile the horses being at full speed, the guard was so perfectly incapacitated that he could make no effort to stop them, and they continued at the gallop along Linlithgow-bridge, till they came to the Post-office in that town, where they stopped, without the slightest injury.
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