The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1846-09-29 00:00:00

of the window

t very dry mu

ler prow

p below the street,

It least nine hours
f Peter B

s circnms

iiure to idle

11 with a spring, which an-
d to the rest of mankind
ter was favoured with a
rious commodities. Al-
en old world kind of a
for Peter's father and for
of which last-mentioned
ature of its external or internal arrange.
P;ter used to boast of this

Customer Gr some of his tr

together the est,thlishtne,a 1
look. I
Lis

.idfatht-r, since :he tru

worthy not a

had been altered

satiAled air,

" that it would last his time."
There are few who have travelled through the dear unso-
phisticated little country towns of cad England, who have
not seen many a facsimile, not only of Peter Bennett
irimselr, but. of Peter Bennett's shop.
The first obj-ct towards which our eyes were directed,
on rising fr, m sleep on the morninz of our arrival, was
Peter Bennett's well-known establishment; but, to our
surprise, it hail vanished, bow window, half batch, Peter,
and all. 'We rubbed our eves, but the fact was still the
same, "Fail Ilium," we e j,culated, and sighed. There
was a shop, hover ver, upon the loved site, a flaring plate
glass affair, with abundance of wares of all kinds and gew-
iaw ornaments in great abundance; and on looking more
ntently we discerned, in huge gilt letters, filling up the
whole of the otherwise unappropropriated front of the
house. the nl.rne Peter Bennett. The chrysalis had cast
its skin and become the butterfly. The old-fashioned
trader, who used to pri

wselt that he never sold any
e Lest prices, had become a

goods but t

best, ac

modern puffer of cheap wares

gel much more changed
essii,g, and still glancing
ever and anon towards the source of our bewilderweht,
we observed the owner emerge from the shop door, and
proceed with a somewhat hasty step across the street. He
was no huger the plump little Peter, whose every move-
ment was recloh-nt of contented ease, but the anxious—
perhaps too anxions—man of business. He was some-
what fallen away in ; but his hearing was moreerect,
and his air more sel;-important. lie had no longer "a
talk" with every old acquaintance; but moved past all he
met, as if he time for such indulgence and the practice of
such old world courtesies would not befit his new positi-
on. Yt tit struck us, ii out his whole manner, that Peter
was not a happir r loan for ti

But, if Pi

was

s shop wns of,
:P!f

We pied by the strop it scif s-veral times in the course
of the day. expecting at least to find our dear Mary in her

eccusto

limpseat her plump

rosy fac

nth vision met our

We did, ind

ar an unaccu,torned sound of a

spinet jingl:l.
but MA, ► ❑e'

in the rot 'm above the shop;
: never had any more ear for

music

It was not

rived at the whole truth—

the cans- and proe, s

n of Diary, of Peter

Bennett, and last, not least, of Peter Bennett's shop.
The reader has heard in the last chapter a hint of the ex-
istence of a certain John, who had imbibed the new lights
of trade in the eouoty town, and during a short sojourn
in the metro!). where he dispensed tea, sugar, and the
other et cetera, or a grocery establishment in the refined
but stirring of Latt.beth Mar.h. Very shortly
after Mr. John', t ngag.-rn. nt «ith Pc ter Bennett, which

by the b

con;ider,d ss a kind of sacrifice- of his

b

the old fashioned

gretted that he could not be i

o ",push" mo„_
-ns —showed how

talked of " pr.)fifs

a " tretnendrris

small capital
to go ()mai:

how the

than all ur