I used to know one who came round every morning to sell molassescandy, offering two sticks for a cent apiece; it was worth fiftycents a day to look at his cheery face. That child rose in the world. Heis now the owner of a large city at the West. To be sure, there areno homes in it except his own; but there is a map of it, and roadsand streets are laid out on it, with dwellings and churches andacademies and a college and an opera-house, and you could scarcelytell it from Springfield or Hartford,--on paper. He and all hisfamily have the fever and ague, and shake worse than the people atLebanon; but they do not mind it; it makes them lively, in fact. EdMay is just as jolly as he used to be. He calls his city Mayopolis,and expects to be mayor of it; his wife, however, calls the cityMaybe.