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nel Gibbs—Eli Whitney—The cottou-gin-The gun-factory..... 888
RECOLLECTIONS OF A LIFETIME,
IN A SERIES OF
FAMILIAR LETTERS TO A FRIEND.
Introductory and Explanatory. MY DEAR O******
A little thin sheet of paper, with a frail wafer seal, and inscribed with various hieroglyphical symbols, among which I see the postmark of Albany, has just been laid upon my table. I have opened it, and find it to be a second letter from you. Think of the pilgrimage of this innocent waif, unprotected save by faith in man and the mail, setting out upon a voyage from the banks of the Hudson, and coming straight to me at Courbevoie, just without the walls of Paris, a distance of three thousand miles !
And yet this miracle is wrought every day, every hour. I am lingering here, partly because I have taken a lease of a house and furnished it, and therefore I can not well afford to leave it at present. I am pursuing my literary labors, and such are the fa