Virginisans
There were piping hot wheaten cakes-no Indian bread, for the upper part of Maine, it will be remembered, is a wheat country-ham and eggs, and shad and salmon, tea sweetened with molasses, and sweet cakes in contradistinction to the hot cakes not sweetened, the one white, the other yellow, to wind up with. Such we found was the prevailing fare ordinary and extraordinary, along this river.-Tho reau-The Maine Woods.
Beautiful evening ! For thee all poets have had a song * We love to feel the stillness, where all, two hours back, was clamor. * * We love to fill our thoughts with speculations on man-even though the man be the muffin man.--Bulwer Paul Clifford.