There were _Cruikshanks' Comic Almanac_ and _Hood's Comic Annual_; tales by Washington Irving and James K.Paulding and Nathaniel Hawthorne and Miss Mitford and Miss Austin; the poems of John Milton and Felicia Hemans.

Of the treasures in the box I have now; in my possession: A life of Washington, _The Life and Writings of Doctor Duckworth_, _The Stolen Child_, by "John Galt, Esq."; _Rosine Laval_, by "Mr.Smith"; _Sermons and Essays_, by William Ellery Channing.

We found in the box, also, thirty numbers of the _United States Magazine and Democratic Review_ and sundry copies of the _New York Mirror_.
"Ayes! I declare! What do you think o' this, Peabody Baynes!" Aunt Deel exclaimed as she sat turning the pages of a novel.

"Ye know Aunt Minervy used to say that a novel was a fast horse on the road to perdition--ayes!" "Well she wasn't--" Uncle Peabody began and stopped suddenly.

What he meant to say about her will never be definitely known.