Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1869-01-07

John English with anything but the
most profound respect.
Yes. that was his name. John En-.
glish: and good name too. he addel
as he volunteered the information over
supper to Mrs. Winch. He was not
at all indisposed 10 talk about himself.
as the landlady was gratiiied to find
for ones curiosity respecting strangers.
especially in little country place like
Normanford, ought never to 90 unsat-
isiicd only some people are so stupid
~ reserved that they never can be in
duced 10 talk about themselves or
their business. He was photograph
er by profession, he went on to say.
and was at present engaged by an en-
incnt London firm to 90 from country to
country and photograph the most pic
turesque and noteworthy architectural
features Of each shire, especially the
houses Of the landed gentry. as the
basis of a certain great illustrated work
which was shortly To appear. He in
tended TO take up his residence at Nor
manfor1 for few weeks, as a conven-
lent central spot from which to make
excursions to different parts Of Monk
shire and if Mrs. Winch knew of any
clean and respectable lodgings in the lit
tie town. he should be glad-to receive
her accommodation. Tomorrow, or
next day. he was going up to Belair, to
request permission Of Sir Philip
Spencelaugh to photograph the east
wing of the Hall. which--so he had
been given to UNDERSTANDINGS very
old and picturesque, while vet in an cx-
cellent state Of preservation. And then
he got out his portfolio and proceeded
to shew the landlady some specimens
of what he had already done in other
counties. Mrs. Winch was loud in her
praise, the. knowledge OF the photo
graphic art having hitherto been linn
tied to cheap portraits Of herself and
1 acquaintance.
By and by. Mr.. Breckcnbridge came
III. and was duly introduced To Mr..
John English and the latter seeing be-
fore long how affairs stood between the
chemist AMI the widow discrcctly with
drew and having lighted his wcll-worn
mccr~chaum. proceeded to take quiet
ramh.c through the town, IN which, ear.
j. - was the hour. nearly everybody
seemed 10 have gone 10 bed. He lin
gcrc'l on the bridge FOR half an hour,
smoking and listening - the melan-
yholy murmur Of the dark stream that
ran below, and trying to make ont
ha of ha Il
i.ill- by which the little town was shut
IN from the world and then back to
the Htnd dj,d Dlgyer. and SO 10 bed.
The following letters written few
weeks a&r John Englishs arrival at
Nortnanfuri, and addressed 10 his
lFfna sTs1hF FINK at SAa MifE bri it n ta61T d Ms
health. are here inserted a. containing
/ his own impressions of certain people
with whom the reader has already some
acquaintance. and with whose fortunes
those of the Young photographer
1 himself Were afterwards - strangely
/ interviewer.
Mr. prAE FRANk-Ilow long is it
/ since wrote 10 YOU last Somewhere
T about month, | believe at all events
know that there j. a long letter due
10 YOU. and | sit down this wet sun
I day evening To conscientiously work
/ of INV arrears. Yes. wet Sunday
evening in a little country place where
| am almost an entire stranger-such
is my predicament at present.
rejoice heartily, my dear Frank,
10 find that YOU are SO much stronger
than when YOU lcfl England. and hope
now that the year is 50 far advanced,
that you will STAY where YOU are
through the winter, and come back TO
us, thoroughly rejuvenated, with the
swallows in spring. Your account OF
| the old Italian maeStrp and his little
! household was excellant. and might,
Y think. be celebrated without much troub-
\ le into tolerable paper for the Net
4 fruJsJitdn Send me full account OF
what YOU are engaged on. next time
\ YOU write | am afraid. from the tone
I of Your letter. that YOU are growing too
\ dreamy ami Observation-Disclosures YOU
read too much poetry and see too
many dark eyes for Your peace OF
mind. The society of 4 hard-headed
/ practical fellow like me for Il week or
[ two would do YOU a world Of good.
( wish. cher ana. that | possessed
your ready pen. Your easy flowing style,
your happy knack of putting down
whatever YOU wish TO say without any
| apparent effort To me. writing is
hard work my thoughts move crabedly !;
my style is no style at all, but a series
Of angular jerks without grace or unity
of design my fingers feel more at home
with rifle between them than they do
do when handling pen. ! trust,
therefore. sir. that you will value my
/ lucubrations all the more when YOU con-
slider under what difficulties they are
written.
Why wish for your pen at this time
more than another is. that it might as
sist me to state clearly certain partic-
ulars which wish to lay before you,
without exactly knowing how best to
set about doing SO.
| came to Normanford three weeks
ago, an utter stranger to the place. |
was captivated with it at the first view,
and determined to make it my head
! quarters for some time TO come, espec-
| ially as knew there was some good
fishing to be had in the neighbourhood,
and nv work was so far ahead could
spare few half-days without detri-
ment to the interests Of anybody. AT
ter passing a couple of nights at the