The Wit And Humor of America, volume Iii. (Of X.)

When I saw the little house building, an eighth of a mile beyond my own,on the Old Bay Road, I wondered who were to be the tenants. The modeststructure was set well back from the road, among the trees, as if theinmates were to care nothing whatever for a view of the stylishequipages which sweep by during the summer season. For my part, I liketo see the passing, in town or country; but each has his ownunaccountable taste. The proprietor, who seemed to be also the architectof the new house, superi