The Daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1845-1850, 1845-12-04
ETCHINGs IN ENGLAND.

From the first letter of the travelling cores
pendent of the Boston Atlas under the above head,
we make the following extracts. It seems that
Capt. Caldwell of the packet ship and the wri-
ter landed at Waterloo a small village near Liv-
erpool.
THE ENGLISH LANDLADY. But the land
lady dressed in a smart cap, with gaudy ribbons,
fluttering like steamers, as she moved swiftly
about; her trim figure attired in the very smart
est of mousseline- de- aines-a her clear, sharp
voice ringing through the house, and never quiet
for single instant,-she aCaS sight, after so
much water as ] had been staring at for the last
twenty days How she cuFtesyed as we entered;
and how, when she learned that Captain Cald-
well had just arrived, did she narrate wonderful
stories of shipwrecks which had taken place be-
fore her own doors Then, she knew all the
captains, she did for they came down to Water
loo in the summer time, and stayed at her house
Such nice gentlemen they were, too. Very vol
ube was she respecting the cheerful dinners she
had cooked and could cook for little snug parties.
&c For her part" she said, and she did not know
how it was, g she liked captains-they were such
gentemanly men-'specially 'Merican captains !;
and the mates (she looked significantly at me,)
they was so genteel.' On she went, never stop
ping so to give my ears little rest, ordered
bottle of lemonade, and by the time had drank
it, the cab drove up to the hotel door.
s'Ah gentlemen said the landady, slyly
"you should have been here an hour ago, and
gone up with some lady's maids that left us this
morning. Wouldn't they have liked your com
pany The woman is so fond of sailors. My
man was a sailor-but-"
"He's better off ma am, | hope" said I, as the
carriage drove off-the brisk widow, who certain
ly was unwedded, having, at the instant of de-
parture, thrust great engraved card into my
hand, with a passing invitation to" call again"
LIVERPOOL. We soon entered Liverpool
There it was, just as when left 1.-two years be-
fore-dark, dingy and dirty. AS we drove along.
lofty stone warehouses, many stories high,
frowned on us from grated windows and double
barred iron doors. Ponderous carriages, with
broad wheels, drawn by gigantic horses, and driv-
en- by mighty draymen, every moment came so
close to our cab that it seemed constantly in dan
ger of being crushed. From the main street,
through which we were driving, slowly, for it
was crowded with vehicles of all descriptions. d.
verged on the right and left, long, narrow thor
oughtares, at every corner OF which was fiaunt-
ing Gin Palace, with an enormous lamp, COM
pared with which, Brigham's in Boston. is a
trumpery lanthorn, and looking down the vista Of
brick and mortar, far as the eye could reach, was
long perspective Of pawn brokers' golden balls
those mystical three orbs, the ancient arms of the
Lombards, delicately limiting to the untortunates
who placed articles in pawn, that it was two Ia
one il they would get them ~ut again. PASSING
the docks we entered the centre OF the town, and
leaving my friend, the Captain. at his consignee's
| drove to Lynn's Waterloo Hotel
ENGLISH WATERS. Let me Just sketch the
one now in my eye. Hers young man of some
three or four and twenty years Of age, and if you
did not see snow-white napkin under his arm
you would take him for the pastor of gentee
dissenting congregation. He has very seriou!
face. His hair is brushed and combed into piou.
propriety. Around his neck is a fautlessly tee
white starched cravat-so tight it, that when he
has to turn his head, he moves not the cervica
vertebr@, but he sem-revclves on the heels of hi.
highly polished shoes, between which and the
bottom of his trowsers slken hose is seen. Hi.
open vest displays a shirt front of amazing fine.
ness, neat brilliant ~ pin. His movements are
rapid and noiseess, and his voice is low and gen.
tie. Always doing something, he fits about,
moving things out of their places, for the sole APP
parent purpose of moving them in again. Some
times, in his over-anxiety, he gently slides to
your side, and asks (" Did you call, sir !" but II
you do call, he seldom hears you. He has little
respect for common walters at common inns