296 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



LVIII. 



SIXTY-NINE dear little fuzzy foundlings 

 have graduated from the incubator. There 

 should have been more, but, as fate would 

 have it, some never got out of the every 

 where into the here,&quot; and some, like nu 

 merous other promising enterprises of great 

 pith and moment, &quot; died-a-bornin .&quot; 



And after all, the result of this first ex 

 periment is far from being contemptible. 

 As the time approached for it to culminate, 

 my watchfulness increased, and I hovered 

 over the machine and its precious contents 

 with a truly motherly interest and anxiety. 

 On the evening of the twentieth day, .by 

 intently listening, I could just hear the 

 slightest tap-tapping of the prisoners upon 

 the walls of their cells, and it was not until 

 the next morning that the three boldest 

 made their appearance, having accomplished 

 the Monte Cristo trick and emancipated 

 themselves for good or for ill. And awk 

 ward little miserable sinners they were. 



Throughout that day and the next the 



