. La miscellanea pittorica di Forrester per il cerchio di famiglia. La ger rubò, e finalmente fuori vanno. Therailroad è ora aperto, e la grande quantità di denaro che si è consumata nella sua costruzione inizia a tornare lentamente nei poketsdegli azionisti. Il progresso della costruzione di ferrovie in New England, da quando è stato co-recintato, è stato sorprendente, quasi al di là di credenze. La prima vettura trainof mai gestita da una locomotiva è stata il diciassettesimo aprile 1834; meno di quindici anni fa. Ora ci sono più di sessantasei chilometri di strada in funzione nel New England. E 'allmostincredibile che la gente tw

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. Forrester's pictorial miscellany for the family circle . ger steed, and finally off they go. Therailroad is now open, and the vast amount of money that has beenexpended in its construction begins to return slowly into the pocketsof the shareholders. The progress of railroad building in New England, since it com-menced, has been astonishing, almost beyond belief. The first trainof cars ever run by a locomotive was on the seventeenth of April, 1834; less than fifteen years ago. Now there are more than threethousand miles of road in operation in New England. It is almostincredible that people twenty years since were contented with theslow tumbling old stages ; but so it is. The destiny of civilization isonward, higher improvement; and a few years hence we shall lookback upon some of our present customs and habits with as muchwonder as we now do upon the days of Uncle Sams fast MAILCOACHES. * * If those who cluster roundThe altar and the hearth, Have gentle words and smiles, How beautiful is earth. ABOUT RAILROADS. 283 *^** %?^ . .•••^^•^. 284 PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. Our Tommy, or the Little Errand-Boy. BY NILLA FORRESTER. I AM going to tell you a story about our Tommy. Like Sterne, [ found out that a domestic was what I required, and, after a fewdays search, a funny little specimen of humanity offered his ser-vices. I scanned him from head to foot. He looked shrewd andintelligent; his blue eye had a twinkle in it; and his nose, whichwas of an undefined order, ranging between a turn up and a pug, looked as though it might speak, if it would. His hair nature hadintended for yellow, but constant exposure to the sun had bleachedit to a rusty white. He did not appear at all abashed at my criticalinspection, for his eye ran round the room, scanning the furniture, and then came back to fix itself on me. His clothes in some formeryear might have been a fit, but now a good length of leg exposeditself below the trowsers ; and his little round, fat body looked, forall the worl

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