Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: where there is nothing. Tired of reading, tired of talking, tired of sleeping, tired of walking, tired of thinking, tired of writing, what shall a poor mortal do ? I have no doubt that a steamer has arrived; that there has been a great battle in Hungary, that Liberty still maintains a foothold at Rome, and that France is heaving with the ground-swell of revolution; but I am two miles from the Post-office, four from the railroad depot, eight from the telegraph station, and so on in a geometrical ratio of removal from all means of intelligence. Oh, to hear a newsboy crying an JExtree! I could even put up with an
Express, third edishin. Come, get up the horse and we’ll go down to the village, though probably the Post-office will be closed, as it is nine-tenths of the time, or the papers will be a week old, and the extras from Boston will give us news of an advance in cotton from j to ], or of a fall in consols, when we want to hear of the advance of freedom and the fall of tyranny. Written in 1849. Inrrri rinnq nf Intro. ONE of the most attractive features of a good home is its privacy. There conversation is conducted with the freedom of mutual confidence and affection; there the meal is divested of all formality and constraint, and made truly social; there dress is unstudied as to its fashion or its material; there relaxation is indulged without any consciousness of the conventionalities of society or the restraints of a cynical philosophy or of an austere faith; there love is natural and free in its every expression and its every act; there even worship is more simple and more heartfelt, because unbiassed by a regard for form or observation; and all this because there is throughout the family a community of interest such as cannot exist among a company of indiv…
