miles) was one of the slowest and saddest of my life.'

"Do commence at the beginning, mamma," Marguerite continued, "and tell
us all about the journey to Pennsylvania, and how your new home looked
when you arrived. How large was the family then? Aunt Margaret was
born in Vermont, was she not?"

"Yes, and a very pretty little creature she was," said mamma, with a
sister's pride in the youngest of the family. "She was extremely small
for her age--indeed, she weighed only three pounds and a half at her
birth, and I recollect hearing some one say that the nurse put her into
the family coffee-pot and shut down the lid."

"The coffee-pot!" we all exclaimed, in chorus. "Pray how large was it?
Somewhat over the ordinary size, I trust."

Mamma laughed. "Yes, it was larger than coffee-pots of the present
day," she said; "an old-fashioned tin coffee-pot, broad at the bottom
and gradually narrowing towards the top. But still it was
extraordinary that a baby could be put in it, and the lid shut down."

"What induced grandpapa to select Pennsylvania for a residence, Aunt
Esther?" inquired Ida. "Was land cheaper there than elsewhere?"

"You have answered your question yourself, dear," was mamma's reply.
"Land was very cheap there, and through our careful economy in Vermont,
father had saved enough money to buy about two hundred acres, to which
he subsequently added, from time to time, so that the old Greeley
homestead now consists of between three and four hundred acres. Then
two of father's brothers, Uncle Benjamin and Uncle Leonard, had settled
in Wayne township three or four years previous, and, to use your papa's
words, had 'made holes in the tall, dense forest that covered nearly
all that region for twenty to fifty miles in every direction.' Father
went to Pennsylvania in advance of us, bought his land, and then
returned to fetch us to our new home.

"I remember seeing mother weep bitterly when she left Vermont; but, as
ever through her brave life, she made no complaint. As for myself, I
remember no regrets, save at parting with dear brother; for I was too
young to feel other than childish exultation at the prospect of making
a long journey; and that journey from Vermont to our new home upon the
'State line,' between New York and Pennsylvania, I must here remark,
occupied a month. Locomotion, you see, was not so rapid in the year
1826 as it is now."

"I should think not!" exclaimed Gabrielle. "Pray, auntie, i