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In 1673 John Oxenbridge left three silver porringers and his wife one silver pottinger; but pewter was the favorite metal. I do not find porringers ever advertised under that name in New England papers, though many were made as late as this century by New Haven, Providence, and Boston pewterers.
It was followed by many and more informal gatherings at the house, and Mrs Pottinger so far unbent if that term could be used of one who never altered her primness of manner as to join in a game of poker and even permitted herself to win. But by the end of six weeks another change in their feelings towards Prosper seemed to creep insidiously over the camp.
There was a good deal of business to be done in connection with the estate, and as Mr Pottinger discovered, when the second trustee did take it into his head to look into things, it was no child's play.
The head groom, Davis by name, stood, with Pottinger and some underlings, at a little distance in attendance, and the men exchanged glances and nods. "Have you seen these, Pottinger?" asked Stafford, turning to him, and speaking in the tone which servants love. Pottinger touched his forehead. "Yes, sir; they're first rate, and no mistake. I've just been telling Mr.
When Mr Pottinger, after a few reproachful pauses, left this topic and began to discourse on his own relations with the late Squire, it was the turn of Dr Brandram to become restless. "This is not the occasion for dwelling on the gratification I received from "
He hated electioneering, but it is from Matson that the next letter, in the midst of the General Election of 1780, is dated. He lost his seat perhaps not without regret for he returned to the less irksome representation, if such it could be called, of Ludgershall. Pottinger, whom I wanted to avoid and so asked him in my confusion to dine with me, which you cannot forget that he accepted.
Finally, when the early March dawn filtered through the blinds, he quitted the house, and surprised Mr Pottinger by an unexpected visit at breakfast-time. Thence he proceeded to the bank; and after transacting his business there, returned easier in mind, but exhausted in body, to the seclusion of his room at Maxfield. The tutor meanwhile was abroad on horseback with Tom and Jill.
"Welcome out of your room, sir," said the judge. "I compliment you, and Pottinger also, upon your quick recovery; but allow me to tell you that you don't yet look a man fit to rough it alone in London." "I feel very well, sir," said Graham. And then Mrs.
"Well, Pottinger! Glad to see you!" said Stafford; and he was genuinely glad. "You're looking well, and the horse is too. Halloo! you're put the side-saddle on Adonis," he added, as he went up and patted the horse. Pottinger touched his hat again. "Yes, sir; Miss Falconer's been riding him, and I did not know that I ought to change the saddle. I can do so in a minute "
Has Pottinger a wife and family, my dear Stafford? If so, is it wise to risk his life in this fashion? I don't care for myself though still young, I am not afraid to die, and I would as soon meet it hurled from a phaeton as not but may I beg of you to think of Pottinger?" Stafford laughed. "The horses are all right," he said. "They are only fresh, and want to go."
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