"Why, what did he go to Boston for?"
"Well, that's a pretty question! That's the only place to go to! Why, if a man wants anything he allus goes to Boston. Everything goes there, just as natural as if that city was the moon, and everything else was water, and had to go, like the tides. Don't you know all the railroads go to Boston? and sailors say--you ask Tommy Tafts--if you start anywhere clear down in Floridy and keep up along the coast, you will fetch up in Boston."
- "Henry Ward Beecher", Norwood, 1868
Another class of the sons of our farmers are not contented to gain their living by the sweat of their brow, but they must act (or rather ape) the gentleman--crowd our cities as clerks in stores, or in other occupations, which they consider more genteel, more respectable than farming. They look upon farming as degrading, instead of being, as the beloved Washington designated it, "the most healthful, the most useful, and the most noble employment of man." This ought not so to be.
- "S. C. Charles", in New England Farmer 24 ( 2 July 1845): 4
Seven brothers lately met at concord, N.H., whose united ages are 453 years. Not one of them remembers ever seeing the seven all together.
- Scientific American 1 ( 11 September 1845): 3/3