I.—THE PEACEFUL HAMLET.
Nestling among the grand hills of New Hampshire, in the United
States of America, is a village called Waterbury.
Perhaps you were never there.
I do not censure you if you never were.
One can get on very well without going to Waterbury.
Indeed, there are millions of meritorious persons who were never there, and yet they are happy.
In this peaceful hamlet lived a young man named Pettingill.
Reuben Pettingill.
He was an agriculturist.
A broad-shouldered, deep-chested agriculturist.