quot;an oil and  it may be pleasant to

    expect imes; it ue, and

    glory.quot;  I atoes, about ts

    of peas tle rice, a

    jug of molasses, and of rye and Indian meal a peck each.

    I sometimes dream of a larger and more populous anding

    in a golden age, of enduring materials, and  gingerbread

    of only one room, a vast, rude,

    substantial, primitive  ceiling or plastering, h

    bare rafters and purlins supporting a sort of lower heaven over

    ones o keep off rain and snow, whe king and

    queen posts stand out to receive your homage, when you have done

    reverence to trate Saturn of an older dynasty on stepping

    over t reacorch

    upon a pole to see the fireplace,

    some in ttles, some at one end

    of t anot on rafters he

    spiders, if t into when you

    side door, and the

    raveller may

    furter as you o reach in a

    tempestuous nigaining all tials of a house, and

    notreasures of

    t one vies peg, t a man

    s once kitcry, parlor, corehouse,

    and garret; whing, as a barrel or a

    ladder, so convenient a t boil,

    and pay your respects to t cooks your dinner, and the

    oven t bakes your bread, and ture and utensils

    are ts;  out, nor the

    fire, nor tress, and perimes requested to

    move from off trap-door, he

    cellar, and so learn wh

    you  stamping.  A

    as a birds nest, and you cannot go in at t doo