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would have been obliged to strike two names from the Pomologi- 

 cal Records of Maine. It is surprising to see what numbers of 

 living beings a Philadelphia car conductor is capable of packing 

 into an ordinary car. They leave the station with the car seats 

 comfortably filled, and then take on from one to a dozen at every 

 crossing for the whole four miles. I am fully aware that this was 

 the Centennial year, and facts as well as history tell us that the 

 world has made rapid strides during the last century. I am pre- 

 pared to believe that steam navigation, railroads, the telegraph, 

 the art of photography, etc., have come into public notice during 

 the last half of the past century, but nothing short of a hundred 

 years is required to teach the art of car-packing as they have it. 



We proceeded to the head-quarters of our Commissioners, 

 Messrs. C. H, Haskell and Joshua Nye, and throughout our stay 

 in Philadelphia, found them at their post, ever ready to render all 

 needed assistance. 



If you appear at the gates as a private citizen you have only to 

 present your ticket and pass on, and so for the first time we paid 

 our entrance fee, and soon " found ourselves lost" amid the won- 

 ders of the world. But we must go in and out often, and being 

 entitled to an Exhibitor's Pass we made application for the same 

 at once. Now work begins, and we found that for us, — even here 

 at the Centennial, — it was quite as well to adopt that good old 

 sajMng, " Let patience have her perfect work." I hope you will 

 not think I am about to find fault with the management of their 

 business affairs. By no means. I will state it once, now, but 

 can well remember that I said it over and over again as we cruised 

 from one department to another. In due time the passes were 

 presented to us, and how our hearts leaped for joy as the sugges- 

 tion flashed across our anxious minds, — we are triumphant, the 

 last knot has been tied. But alas, how soon the placid waters of 

 our happy spirits become restless and ruffled again with " red 

 tape." On opening the envelope to the long-coveted pass, we 

 find ourselves in another dilemma — as we read : " This ticket not 

 good unless it contains the photograph of the owner." 



A short journey now to the photograph gallery within the 

 grounds, there to learn, after waiting some two hours, that in the 

 course of a week or so our turn would come, when for one dollar 

 each they would be prepared to place a correct likeness of our 

 homely faces in the little aperture fitted for its reception within 

 the paper. Two ugly faces (pardon me, Mr. President) in two 



