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THE WREXHAM RECORDER. " 0, the Recorder:—let rue see.'''' Hamlet. Vol.1. No. 1. MARCH, 1848. [Price 2d. WfiEXHAM. A popular author, born in this neighbourhood (the late Mr. C. Apperley, better known as "Nimrod") writes, "Wrexham is one of the dullest towns I ever was in."—Well, we think none the worse of Wrexham for calling forth this remark from Nimrod, who, as all who know any thing of him know, was rather a " fast" man, and therefore probably the just interpretation to be put upon the words just quoted would be: That Wrexham was a very decent, respectable, well-behaved sort of a place, and though not containing those characteristics, the absence of which con¬ stitutes what Mr. "Nimrod" considered dullness, yet possessing very sterling and excellent qualities. We think we can shew that it once had in it the elements of not only a very gay, but a very wealthy place, and that though perhaps now it is not remarkably attractive to pleasure seekers; the wealth that remains in it, which we hope is not very small, is freely dispensed for a variety of very useful purposes. What was Wrexham once? Octogenarian reader, recall the stories your grandmother used to tell you! How she remembered the merry family at the Mount from the Terrace, and just catching a peep of the hill over the yew tree hedge, and the avenue down to the brook, watching the Hafod-y-wern family coming down the Wrexham Fechan hill;—there the ladies are going over the wooden foot bridge, and the gentlemen skipping along the stepping stones—now they are walking accross the Green—they stop—the gentlemen are going to pay a visit to the Dog Kennels, the ladies are turning into Love Lane,—the Mount ladies run round to the front and down the flight of steps and join their friends, with whom they are going to call at the Yspytty.—They call first upon their neighbours, the Yales, but find they are not expected from Bryn-Eglwys until next week.—Now the whole are going up Swine Market Hill, which, as there has not been a fair lately, is tolerably clean,—they go up High-street and stop under the pentices, and look for a short time at some new stuffs Mr.------------■ has just had in,—these are unwrapped out of their covers for their NO. i. b