By ALICE MORSE EARLE
Author of Home Life in Colonial Days, Child Life in Colonial Days, and other Social and Domestic Histories of Colonial Times
"Long ago, at the end of the route, The stage pulled up, and the folks stepped out. They have all passed under the tavern door -- The youth and his bride and the gray three-score Their eyes were weary with dust and gleam, The day had gone like an empty dream. Soft may they slumber, and trouble no more For their eager journey, its jolt and roar, In the old coach over the mountain."
BENJAMIN BLOM New York/ London