The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1842-09-01

bad. under presss pdpier On the ~
BE. about hundred letters Of intrudne-
Iion--lhe condemned remsiner, sfler the
By advice. Of four or Eve only. |
determined 10 cut this heap like . pack
Of cards and follow up the trump.
.J0hn Mimpson, esq, House OF
MimpsOn q PhiPPs, Marks Lane. Lon
DON"
The gods had devoted me 70 The sc-
quainlance Of Mr.. land probably Mn.
John Mimpson. After turning over .
deal OF rubbish in my mind, ! remember.
ell that the letter had been given me fiye
years before By an American merchant
probably the correspondent OF The firm IN
Marks Lane. twas sealed letter, and
said in brackets on the back "a Introducing
Mr.. Brown" had mind 10 give il up
and cni again. for ! could not guess on
what footing was introduced, nor did ]
know what had become Of The writer
nor had | very clear idea how long a
letter of Recommendation viii hold its viz
tue. II struck me again that these diff
cullies rather gave il q zesi. aud would
abide BY The oracle. ] dressed, and as
the day was fine. started 10 stroll leisure
" through the Strand and Fleet street,
and look in the shop windows on my
way-assuring myself at least, thus much
Of diversion in my adventure.
Somewhere about two o'clock. ! left
daylight behind, and plunged into Marks
Lane. Up on one side and down on the
other" Mimpson a. Co." at last, on q
/, small brass plate. set in a green baise
door. With my unbuiioned coat nearly
wiped off my shoulder by the strength Of
the pulley, ! showed through. and emery
ed in a large room, with twenty or thirty
clerks perchsd on high stools, like mon
keys IN menagerie.
. First door, right" said the nearest
man. without raising his eyes from his
desk. in reply TO my inquiry for Mr.
Mimpson.
I. Mr.. John Mimpsonw
.Mr. John Mimpson!"
| After this brief dialogue Of accost.
produced my letter, and had seconds
leisure to examine my new friend while
he ran his eye over the contents. He wal
"a rosy, we'll conditioned. tight skinne'
little man. with black hair, and looke'
like pear on a chair. Hang the DO
ihering rhymesD His legs were com
I pleiely hid under the desk, so that the rs
cending eye began with his equatory line
aud whether he had no shoulders or n,
neck, | could not well decide--but IL wa
iolerably smooth plane from his seat
|. the top curl Of his sincipuL He wa
scrupulousIy well dressed, and had ths
highly washed look which marks the cit
|, man in I.ondon-bent on not belrayin
his /" diggins" by his complexion.
I answered Mr.. Mimpson's inquire
about our mutual friend with rather a ha1
ardous particularly. and assured him h
was quite well, Il have since discovere
, that he has been dead three years. an
conversation warmed between us for te
, minutes, ill we were ready 10 part swor
friends. rose 10 90, and the merchar
E seemed very much perplexed.
ri Tomorrow" said he, rubbing Oh
two great business bumps over hi
n eyebrows. -" no-yes-that is 10 sa!
Mrs. Mimpson.--well, il shall be To mo
row! Can you come out to Rose Lodg
- and spend the day tomorrow"
d With great pleasure" said I, for
J. was determined to follow my trump lett
e to extremities.
n "Mrs. Mimpson," he next went on
!, say, as he wrote down the geography
n Rose Lodge. Mrs. Mimpson expec
v some friends to-morrow-indeed some
!. her very choice friends--if you con
II early, you will see more Of her than
If YOU Just save your dinner. Bring yo'
e carpet bag. of course. and stay over nigh
l. Lunch at two-dine at seven. lcan't
IF there to receive you myself, but W
$, prepare Mrs. Mimpson to save you
5 trouble of introduction. Hampstead roa
,e Good morning, my dear sir"
rs So. am in for a suburban bucoli
$, thought I, as regained daylight in Il
ID neghborhood of the Mansion House.
ID 1t turned OH, beautiful day, sum-
a and warm, and had been sure ofmy n
vigation, and sure Of my disposition
CT stay all night. | should have gone out
g the Hampstead coach and made the be
= of my way, carpet bag in hand. l we
a into Newman's for aposlchaise, howev'
v and OH showing him the written addre'
&c y. was agreeably surprised to find he knt
% Rose Lodge. His boys had all be
:. there.
~ Away I went through the Regain
: Park, behind the blood pastors, blue JAG
a. let and white ha,, aud somewhere abe
ri one o'clock, mounted Hampstead III
and in ten minutes thence was at my d
~, ,ina,ion. The post boy was about DR.
id ing in at the open gate, but dismount,
- and sent him back to the inn to leave
nS s horses, and then depositing my bag at
,is porter's lodge, walked up the avenue.
- was much finer place altogether, tina
n