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The Daily Dispatch: October 12, 1861., [Electronic resource], A daring highwayman. (search)
unt of a Dick Turpin exploit is that vicinity, a few nights ago: A most bold and daring robbery was perpetrated a short distance from Leesburg, on Friday night last, by some unknown scamp.--Two citizens of this county, Mr. John Boniz and a Mr. Simpson, left town for their homes shortly after nightfall in an open wagon; when about a mile on their way they were overtaken by a man on horseback, who, with a heavy stick, struck Bontz senseless, and then dismounting, overpowered Simpson, and rifSimpson, and rifled the pockets of both-- obtaining from the former about $40 in money, which he coolly fobbed and rode off, leaving his victims to mourn treasures lost — when they come to their senses. Two cavalry men came up at this time, however, and gave chase to the retreating highwayman, and pursued him so closely that he dismounted and took to the woods, where, in the darkness of the night, he made his escape. His horse, a fine bay, supposed to be more than a fair equivalent for the money lost, was ma
The Daily Dispatch: October 12, 1861., [Electronic resource], Buy pretty Polly! (search)
body who was present at that confirmation luncheon at Waterwold vicarage, forget what happened then? Our vicar, the Rev. Arthur Simpson, had not long been transferred from a curacy to Waterwold, and his wife, who, with a large family and small meanrtainment, to which a number of guests were to be asked to meet the bishop, a very nervous affair. In her perplexity, Mrs. Simpson consulted Mrs. B., who prides herself on being au fair in such important matters. Ye Gods! what solemn discussions wcomplete, in full view of the bishop. He was a grave but genial man. The party proved particularly pleasant; and poor Mrs. Simpson, towards the middle of the luncheon, found leisure to think how well it was going off, when his lordship took notice othe ceiling by the window, looked down on us all with a sort of vindictive surprise. "You have a fine bird there, Mr. Simpson," said the prelate; "I keep one myself at Fulford. Does yours talk much?" "No, my lord. I've taught him every d