LONDON, Aug. 29, 1849.
DEAR SON JOHN, — I reached Liverpool on Sabbath day, the
26th inst., and this place the 27th at evening, — a debtor to Grace for health
and for a very pleasant and quick passage. Have called on the Messrs.
Pickersgill, and find they have neither sold any wool nor offered any. They
think that no time has been lost, and that a good sale can yet be expected. It
is now the calculation to offer some of it at the monthly sale, September next,
commencing a little before the middle of the month. I have had no time to
examine any wools as yet, and can therefore express no opinion of my own in the
matter. England is a fine country, so far as I have seen; but nothing so very
wonderful has yet appeared to me. Their farming and stone-masonry are very
good; cattle, generally more than middling good. Horses, as seen at Liverpool
and London, and through the fine country betwixt these places, will bear no
comparison with those of our Northern States, as they average. I am here told
that I must go to the Park to see the fine horses of England, and I suppose I
must; for the streets of London and Liverpool do not exhibit half the display
of fine horses as do those of our cities. But what I judge from more than
anything is the numerous breeding mares and colts among the growers. Their hogs
are generally good, and mutton-sheep are almost everywhere as fat as pork. Tell
my friend Middleton and wife that England affords me plenty of roast beef and
mutton of the first water, and done up in a style not to be exceeded. As I
intend to write you very often I shall not be lengthy; shall probably add more
to this sheet before I seal it. Since writing the above, I find that it will be
my best way to set out at once for the Continent, and I expect to leave for
Paris this evening. So farewell for this time, — now about four o'clock P. M.
Your affectionate
father,
JOHN BROWN
SOURCE: Franklin B. Sanborn, The Life and Letters of
John Brown, p. 72
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