he kept boiling and jarring until he had filled all his vessels
with jam, when he put them on board a sloop, took them down to Detroit,
and sold them. The article being approved, and the speculation being
profitable, he returned every year to the raspberry country, and the
business grew to an extent which warranted the erection of this large
and well-appointed building. In the Western country, the raspberry jam
made in the region of Lake Huron has been for twenty years an
established article of trade. We had the curiosity once to taste tarts
made of it, and can testify that it was as bad as heart could wish. It
appeared to be a soggy mixture of melted brown sugar and small seeds.

But that is neither here nor there. The oddity of our adventure was in
discovering such an establishment in such a place. Since that time we
have often had similar surprises, especially in New England, where
curious industries have established themselves in the most
out-of-the-way nooks. In a hamlet of three or four houses and a church,
we see such signs as "Melodeon Manufactory." At a town in Northern
Vermont we find four hundred men busy, the year round, in making those
great Fairbanks Scales, which can weigh an apple or a train of cars.
There is nothing in St. Johnsbury which marks it out as the town in the
universe fittest to produce huge scales for mankind. The business exists
there because, forty years ago, there were three excellent heads in the
place upon the shoulders of three brothers, who put those heads
together, and learned how to make and how to sell scales. All over New
England, industries have rooted themselves which appear to have no
congruity with the places in which they are found. We heard the other
day of a village in which are made every year three bushels of gold
rings. We ourselves passed, some time ago, in a remarkably plain New
England town, a manufactory of fine diamond jewelry. In another
town--Providence--there are seventy-two manufactories of common jewelry.
Now what is there in the character or in the situation of this city of
Roger Williams, that should have invited thither so many makers of cheap
trinkets? It is a solid town, that makes little show for its great
wealth, and contains less than the average number of people capable of
wearing tawdry ornaments. Nevertheless, along with machine-shops of
Titanic power, and cotton-mills of vast extent, we find these
seventy-two manufactories of jewelry. The reason is,