ABSTRACT
When the company were bidding adieu at the door of the inn, a man, with his horse running down with foam, rode up to Mr. Lumeire, and said, ‘He came express from New York.’ Mr. Lumeire opened the letter delivered to him, with great precipitation, and exclaimed, ‘Is it possible? Gracious heaven! it must be so! (his countenance expressing at the same time, wonder, joy, and curiosity.) This, indeed, is worth recording.’ /
