The Man Without a Country, and Other Tales

I was at work as a veneerer in a piano-forte factory at Attica, when some tariff or other was passed or repealed; there came a great financial explosion, and our boss, among the...

New-Yorkers of to-day see so many processions, and live through so many sensations, and hurrah for so many heroes in every year, that it is only the oldest of fogies who tells y...

"And woe to him, say I," replied my brave wife,--"woe and disaster to him; but the moment of our need has come. The figures are here, and you shall see. I have it all in black a...

"Where is the barrel this time, Fausta?" said I, after I had added and subtracted her figures three times, to be sure she had carried her tens and hundreds rightly. For the unit...