the spectacle into quite another thing."
"Pshaw!" replies the critic; "I want no other light and shade. I have already told you that it is my business to see things just as they are."
"I would suggest to the author of this ingenious exhibition," observes a gentlemanly person, who has shown signs of being much interested,--"I would suggest that Anna Gower, the first wife of Governor Endicott, and who came with him from England, left no posterity; and that, consequently, we cannot be indebted to that honorable lady for any specimens of feminine loveliness now extant among us."
Having nothing to allege against this genealogical objection, the showman points again to the scene.
During this little interruption, you perceive that the Anglo-Saxon energy--as the phrase now goes--has been at work in the spectacle before us. So many chimneys now send up their smoke, that it begins to have the aspect of a village street; although everything is so inartificial and inceptive, that it seems as if one returnin