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Which is a fact I have often noticed, but whether 

 it can be explained by the same process of reason- 

 ing that will enable us to tell why Boston people 

 never visit Bunker-hill Monument, I am unable to 

 say. I only know, and knew it long before the 

 Deacon mentioned it that morning, and many of 

 my readers will bear me out in the fact, having un- 

 doubtedly witnessed the same thing very many 

 times themselves, and which was, as Mr. Squeers 

 would say, in this instance " a very pleasant thing 

 for all parties." 



And so, after seeing the traps well and snugly 

 stowed, we mount to our lofty positions, and find 

 ourselves nearly on a level with the top of Uncle 

 John's piazza. 



The last duty, that of receiving the mail-bag 

 from the hands of Mr. Purington, having been per- 

 formed, the great morning event of the day takes 

 place ; and amid the good-bys of our friends, the 

 barking of a few village curs, and the rumbling of 

 wheels, we are fast leaving the scenes of so many 

 delightful pleasures. 



" Take your last look at Old Bald Pate, friends, 

 for there will be less hair upon your own, perhaps, 

 when next his form you see : some deeper shadows 

 than those resting upon his leafy bosom may cross 

 your path before you come again. What, woman 1 



