The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1865-01-20

morten Hill. The butcher saw him,
the grocer saw him, the blacksmith
saw him, the guests at the bar parlor
of the "Peal of Bells" saw him and
discussed him. One and all pro-
nounccd him to be ga regular old
guy" evidently come by the train
and bound TO the neighboring vii
lage.
The children from the rectory win
dow saw him--for the rectory was on
a hill, and commanded the village
marvellcd at his wooden leg.
The eldest girl, Dora, her golden
fleece of black hair tossing in the air,
ran to describe him to Mrs. Latimer.
20, mamma she cried, there is such
a funny man, coming up the liill--he's
got wooden leg! George says he
moves it as if it was Il compass, and
he was drawing n circle. Oh, it's
such fun. Do come and sec.'
Mrs. Latimer allowed herself TO be
dragged into the parlor by Dora,
George and Wiley, ana looked thro'
the window. The wooden legged
man was only thirty yards Off. She
had no sooner seen him, than she
gave a hysterical scream, and ex
claimed. Uncle Godfrey! run, Dora,
and tell cook to 90 and take the sheets
and the saucepan out of the study;
and, George, go and tell Susan to put
on clean apron, and 90 TO the front
door. Dear me, how unfortunate
papa not being in!'
The next moment there was n
strange sound on the rectory graval
walk, and n sharp curt knock at the
door. Susan was long time an.
swerine the door; when she did so,
she received n rcbuke that she did not
soon forget.
\ oulig woman, sald the old aSn-
tlcman, furiously, lis this the way you
are taught to attend to your masters
visitors? Nice weather to be kept in
the cold. Ugh! it bites ones nose
of. Lucky you're not in my service,
or out you'd 90 this day month. Is
Mr.. Latimer in?'
Nasty cross old thing thought
Susan, as she replied; No, sir; Mr..
Latimcr is out IN the parish
Who cares where he is. If he's
not in, where's your missus?'
Up stairs.
Very well, then, tell her to come
down stairs
What name, if you please?'
Godfrey Dodson.'
Susan swept out of the room. She
never saw such q cross, unmannerlN
old thing" in the whole course OF
her life; and so she told Ellen tn,
cook.
Uncle Godfrey was a short, irasci
hle little man, who wore brown
spencer, low crowned hat Of the old
hour glass shape, popular some TWEEN
ty years ago, and long drab CATERS
lie was an old bachelor rcclusc, who
lived in the Adelphi, in rooms wllicl
he never allowed anybody to enter
and which were stuffed full of pic
lures, etchings, Buhl cabinets, snuff
boxes, and old china. Early in life
he had been drysalter in Liverpool
and since then had devoted himsel
,lahoriously to doing nothing, and cN
citing the expectations of his poorer
relations. Mrs. Latimer had only
seen her uncle once since she wa.
married.
Godfrey Dodson was one of thos,
old connoisseurs who are to he scel
any morning in the show rooms o
Messrs. Christie and Manson, exam
ining suspiciously through hug,
glasses, opening and shutting will
half delight, half distrust, remarkabl
agate snuff boxes, walking backward
d. from spurious Raphaels, opening an,
shutting the drawers of inlaid cabi
nets, and looking for the maker
name and date of lustrous majollc;
pilates. They know the very yea
every picture was painted, and whcr
the original Of it is, and what i
fetched. They know every alteration
that Hogarth made in his engravings
and fall into raptures over what othe
people would think defect The,
are the auctioneer with a magpie lool
of expectancy and cunning, and tn
dealers with glances of hostility an,
distrust. They horde and accumu
late with the craft Of ravens and tn
industry of ants, and enjoy the pleas
ant reelection that when they die, tin
sale OF their effects will be held in th
same room as that in which they hav
spent so much Of their time, and vii
give extreme delight to a great man,
collectors, their old rivals during lie
for the finest collection is, after all
like heap of leaves scattered in
field, that must sooner or later b
blown apart, and scattered to the fou
!, winds. Still, no doubt, in spite O
this unpleasant reflection, there is
great pleasure in amassing, and theT
, will be collectors like Uncle Gotlfre
as long as the world goes on spin
ming.
Uncle Godfrey had a lean wizel
: face; cold, keen, suspicious eyes
short, stubby white hair; overhanginj
eyebrows and projecting lower lii
that expressed sour contempt fo
all he heard and saw He wore til
frilled shirt front of past age, am
the little scarlet under waistcoat, wit
/ just the edge showing, such as wa
/, the fashion forty years ago. Alto
gethcr, ones impression Of him was
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