* * * * * "_To the_ CONDUCTOR _of the_ TIMES. "Sir,--Leaving a shop in the City a few days ago, I fell into a reverie with the thoughts of what trade would come to next century: how it would be conducted, and by what description of persons: as in the shop I had just left, one servant said to another, 'Do you know were _Master_ S---- is gone'? Another answers, _Mr._ R---- (which was an apprentice) knows: _ask him_. Presently came down stairs a maid servant, to enquire whether all the _gentlemen_ (meaning the shopmen) would come to dinner. Half these _gentlemen_ were booted, as if going to take a morning's ride. O tempore! O mores!"--(_Times, Sept. 30, 1794._) * * * * * "The Glove Manufacturers in the different counties, will no doubt make the most of the Princess of Wales's delicate hand: but there is something more than ordinarily ludicrous in the extravagant anticipation of a Shopkeeper, at the West End of the Town, who puts up in Roman characters, "Wedding-ring maker to the Princess Caroline of Brunswick."--(_Times, Nov. 15, 1794_.) The Lady Lade, here mentioned, once rode a race on horseback at New Market--but lost it:-- "_Lady Lade_ and _Mrs. Hodges_ are to have a _curricle race_ at Newmarket, at the next Spring Meeting, and the horses are now in training. It is to be a _five mile course_, and great sport is expected. The construction of the traces is to be on a plan similar to that by which _Lord March_, now Duke of Queensbury, won his famous match against time. The odds, at present, are in favour of _Lady Lade_. She runs a _grey mare_, which is said to be the _best_ horse in the _Baronet's stables_."--(_Times, Dec. 20, 1794._) * * * * * "The following circumstance is extraordinary beyond parallel:--On Tuesday se'nnight died, on her return from Bath, Miss Henrietta Dickenson, the fourteenth daughter of the late John Dickenson, Esq. of East Place, in Yorkshire, having attained precisely that age at which each of her 13 sisters died."--(_Times, Dec. 22, 1794._) * * * * * "Crosthwaite Church, in the Vale of Keswick, Cumberland, hath five chapels belonging to it. The Minister's stipend is five pounds per annum, and _goose grass_, or the right of commoning his geese: a _whittle gate_, or the valuable privilege of using his knife for a week at any time, at any table in the parish; and lastly, a _hardened sark_, or a shirt of coarse linen: whereas the Rectory of Winweck, a small village in Lancashire, is the richest living in England. The Rector is Lord of the Manor, and has a glebe of £1400 annual rent. The whole living is worth £3000 a year."--(_Times, Dec. 26, 1794._)