As I fear my readers may be dying to know what farther became of our cheery set of travelers, I may, on some future occasion, gratify their laudable desire after knowledge; only informing them at present that we did reach our destination at ten o'clock that night, in safety, although it was very dark when we passed down the dreaded Gibbet Hill and forded the dismal Bloody Run Swamp. That Aunt Peggy's cap was not mashed by Uncle Clive's hat, and that Miss Christine did not put her feet into Cousin Kitty's bandbox, to the demolition of her bonnet; but that both bonnet and cap survived to grace the heads of their respective proprietors. The only mishap that occurred, dear reader, befell your obsequious servitor, who went to bed with a sick headache, caused really by her acute sympathy with the misfortunes of the hero and heroine of our aunt's story, but which Miss Christine grossly attributed to a hearty supper of oysters and soft crabs, eaten at twelve o'clock at night, which, of course, you and I know, had nothing at all to do with it.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE
The stories in the original scans had page numbers in three blocks.
| The Rector of St. Marks | pages numbered 1-131 |
| Aunt Henrietta's Mistake False and True Love In the Hospital Earnest and True Memorable Thanksgiving Days | pages numbered 171-243 |
| The Irish Refugee | pages numbered 166-212 |
Page numbers have been removed from this version, and stories are presented in the order of the images from the digital library.